Feng Qingchen was stunned on the spot. The hand that was originally checking Wang Jinling's eyes slipped down and was placed on Wang Jinling's face. She forgot to take it back for a moment.
From a distance, it looks like stroking a lover's face. The originally simple doctor-patient relationship between the two has become somewhat ambiguous.
Being so close, you can smell the other person's breath just by taking a breath, and the temperature around you seems to be getting higher.
Wang Jinling looked straight at Feng Qingchen without blinking.
Feng Qingchen quickly retracted his hand, avoided Wang Jinling's sight, and laughed dryly: "Jin Ling is joking, Qingchen is not a concubine."
No matter what, the charm of a handsome man is boundless.
It has nothing to do with liking. If you are proposed to marry a man with a good family background, good looks, and a good personality, your heartbeat will not speed up. That is a lie.
"Qingchen, if you take me as your wife, I will accept you as your concubine." Wang Jinling knew that Feng Qingchen was refusing in disguise, but she still felt a little unwilling.
For the first time, he had the idea of marrying a wife, and he was willing to grow old together with Feng Qingchen.
"Jin Ling, you are the eldest son of the Wang family." Feng Qingchen came back to her senses and said with a smile.
They are impossible.
Marriage in this era has nothing to do with love.
For aristocratic families, marriage is a responsibility, and their marriage is a good match between the two surnames. The upper class serves the ancestral temple and the lower class inherits the descendants.
The future mistress of the Wang family will not be a rootless woman like Feng Qingchen.
"But I am also Wang Jinling." Wang Jinling himself did not have the confidence to say this.
If his eyesight hadn't recovered, maybe he could still marry Feng Qingchen, but now...
Impossible!
It turns out that you have to pay for what you get.
This is the price of regaining sight.
The long eyelashes tremble slightly, covering up the loneliness.
Wang Jinling knew that there was no way that he and Feng Qingchen would marry in this life. Even if the Wang family was willing, based on Qingchen's personality, they would not marry into the Wang family with strict rules.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Feng Qingchen couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "Jin Ling, your eyes have recovered well. They are still the same these days. Use them less and rest more. I
I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
After saying that, he put down the tea cup and walked out.
Feng Qingchen thought he was generous, but in reality he was running away.
Wang Jinling laughed loudly, sweeping away the loneliness he felt just now.
"Jin Ling, you are not kind." Feng Qingchen stopped at the door and turned back to glare at him.
This guy...is really...
The fact that he asked for marriage may have nothing to do with lack of love.
She thinks too much. There are so many temptations these days. She is narcissistic.
"I didn't expect you to be in such a mess, Qingchen." Wang Jinling smiled brightly, which was a little different from his usual gentle and elegant look.
"It's not all because of you."
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Qingchen, just pretend that I didn't say it. I don't want us to be friends." Wang Jinling said with emotion.
It was indeed impulsive to ask for marriage.
And he hasn't been so impulsive in many years.
Feng Qingchen nodded vigorously: "We are more suitable to be friends, or a woman like me is not suitable to marry home."
"It's too much pressure to marry you." Wang Jinling nodded in agreement to resolve each other's embarrassment.
"There is more pressure to marry you, okay? Look at you, you are more beautiful than me, have a better temperament than me, have a better temper than me, let alone your family background, I am ashamed to stand in front of you."
"A man should not be described as beautiful." Before his eyes regained sight, there was no beauty or ugliness in Wang Jinling's eyes.
"But what I said is the truth, you can't deny it. Wang Jiayulang is as beautiful as the moon, and has outstanding grace. When you officially appear in the social circle, you will attract the hearts of countless girls. When the time comes, Wang Jiayulang can't say goodbye.
I'm confused." Feng Qingchen also joked with a smile.
Yulang is a good name for men. Only men with outstanding looks and extraordinary talents will be called Yulang.
Wang Jinling deserves it.
"Every time I chat with you, I am happy. Sure enough, we are still suitable to be friends. However, I can't keep you for a long time. Seeing that your face is not very good, you should go to rest early. Don't cure me while you are sick again.
If you fall down, this will ruin your reputation as Dr. Feng." Wang Jinling's concern also showed a different kind of thoughtfulness.
One second they were talking about marriage, the next they were laughing and joking. The two of them were so irrational that Wang Jinling's proposal to marry was just impulsive.
Feng Qingchen nodded, turned around and left without any hesitation.
Although Wang Jinling is good, he is not a good match for her.
Back inside, hot brown sugar water was placed on the table, as well as a large bag of red dates.
Feng Qingchen drank the brown sugar water, ate three dates, freshened up, and continued to catch up on her sleep.
She is tired!
What happened in the palace and Wang Jinling's sudden marriage proposal.
There is no need to repay the kindness of saving my life, I promise it with my body.
I never thought that it would happen to me one day.
Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, full of worries, but forced himself to fall asleep.
Bang... There was a very subtle sound outside the house.
Although Feng Qingchen was alert, she could only sleep a little better than ordinary women at best. Compared with those so-called masters of martial arts, she was completely incompetent.
To Feng Qingchen, this sound was nothing.
Lan Jiuqing broke into Feng Mansion in the middle of the night, without disturbing the people in Feng Mansion, he pried open the window and climbed in.
The soft moonlight shone in through the window, and Lan Jiuqing looked at Feng Qingchen lying on the bed through the dim light.
I don't know whether it's because the night is so beautiful or the sleeping Feng Qingchen's defenses are gradually weakening. Lan Jiuqing only feels that the sleeping Feng Qingchen is as docile as a cat, defenseless, and the thorns that stand up all over her body during the day.
A woman who protects herself is completely different.
Lan Jiuqing stepped forward lightly and sat down directly beside Feng Qingchen's bed.
After staring blankly at Feng Qingchen's face for a few seconds, Lan Jiuqing smiled bitterly in her heart. What was she doing here?
Take a look?
So what if I saw it?
If Feng Qingchen wants to live well, he must have the ability to protect himself.
He shook his head and was about to leave, but his sharp eyes noticed that Feng Qingchen was asleep, with his right hand still holding her left wrist tightly.
Out of worry, Lan Jiuqing gently opened Feng Qingchen's right hand, took his left hand and put it in front of his eyes.
"What's going on?" He gently rubbed the slightly bruised wound with his fingertips, thinking about when Feng Qingchen suffered the injury.
…
Feng Qingchen was not dead. If she didn't react when someone held her hand, then her time on the battlefield would have been in vain.
Although they are not as alert as Lan Jiuqing and others, this group is still awake.
It's just that I didn't dare to move rashly and was still pretending to be asleep.
The subtle changes in breath and the instantaneous tension and relaxation of the body did not escape Lan Jiuqing's ears and eyes.
A slight smile escaped Lan Jiuqing's lips, and he held Feng Qingchen's hand generously:
"Now that you're awake, why are you pretending? I'll eat you!"