Yun Muyou felt her heart bloom with joy when she heard the words.
She was delighted to be called beautiful by Weng Jianrui, feeling a surge of happiness.
Her impression of him improved significantly.
Blushing profusely, she still lifted her head to glance at Weng Jianrui, only to have him gently pinch her chin and then kiss her lips.
Yun Muyou was so startled that her body stiffened, not knowing what to do, only allowing Weng Jianrui to kiss her senseless, losing all sense of direction.
It wasn’t until Weng Jianrui felt it was enough that he released her.
Only then did Yun Muyou snap back to reality and try to escape.
Weng Jianrui reached out to pull her into his embrace, "Youyou, seeing you so beautiful and charming, I simply couldn’t control myself!"
Yun Muyou couldn’t make a sound, feeling both happy and a bit aggrieved, with her eyes slightly reddening.
"Good Youyou, it’s all my fault, all my fault. I will never do it again, punish me, okay? Don’t be angry, alright?" Weng Jianrui coaxed softly.
Yun Muyou actually wasn’t very angry to begin with, so she forgave Weng Jianrui.
They talked for a while longer, and Weng Jianrui didn’t make any further moves. Yun Muyou breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a tinge of disappointment. But for their first encounter, she really liked Weng Jianrui’s eloquence and tenderness.
She never dug deeper into his intentions, thinking if he hadn’t been through numerous experiences, how could he know these tricks of persuasion.
She also failed to notice the contempt, greed, and determination in Weng Jianrui’s eyes.
When Yun Muyou returned to the hermitage, Yun Zihan had been back for a long time. Seeing Yun Muyou’s flushed face, Yun Zihan was taken aback.
When she arrived back, Mrs. He had asked her about her impression of Liao Shijie. Yun Zihan nodded, effectively agreeing to the marriage.
Mrs. He didn’t care whether Yun Zihan really fancied him or not, she waved her hand to dismiss Yun Zihan and spoke with Yun Muyou, "Did you meet the Marquess?"
Yun Muyou replied shyly and timidly.
Mrs. He, who had been through it all, understood instantly what her daughter’s demeanor meant, "Are you willing?"
Yun Muyou looked up, glanced quickly at Mrs. He, and nodded slightly.
Mrs. He smiled, "Then you don’t have to worry about the rest. I heard that the Marchioness is also in the temple, I’ll meet with her first!"
The husband is important, but the mother-in-law is just as crucial; you wouldn’t want to deal with someone unreasonable and without principles like the old lady.
"I’ll listen to you, mother!"
Liao Shijie was very satisfied with Yun Zihan, so he took his servant and left Huguo Temple to return to Capital City in the midst of the night to prepare. Although he couldn’t bring too many betrothal gifts, he didn’t want to undersell Yun Zihan. Moreover, Liao Shijie planned to keep several rare items, intending to give them to her after she was married and had come to stay with him.
He didn’t want those gifts to be intercepted by her birth mother once delivered.
Upon returning to the hermitage, Weng Jianrui’s grandmother asked, "How did it go?"
Even though she was a grandmother, she was fairly young, looking to be only in her forties.
"Eighty percent sure!"
Weng Jianrui took the tea that the maid handed to him and drank a sip before continuing, "She must be pampered at home, so the dowry should be generous!"
The Marquis Residence was in a situation with little income and heavy expenditures, living beyond its means; it was imperative to marry a wealthy bride to uphold the household for a while.
After all, you need capital to do business.
Weng Jianrui’s grandmother nodded, "Then I can rest assured!"
Seeing Weng Jianrui silent, she asked again, "Is she pretty?"
When Weng Jianrui heard the question, he thought of Yun Muyou blushing, her skin soft because she hadn’t done hard labour, wearing fine rouge and spices, easily stirring emotions.
Thinking this, Weng Jianrui’s body tensed as he said in a gruff voice, "Quite good!"