Chapter 388: Lustful
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jian Qingqing’s mood was a little sour. The Emperor said that she was his good official, but he always forgot about her.
Ming Zhiyan knew what she was thinking when he saw her frowning expression. He found it a little funny and could not help but tap the tip of her nose. “Don’t think too much. Isn’t His Majesty inviting you to a banquet tomorrow? I heard that he kept the biggest and fattest ones for you to eat tomorrow.”
Jian Qingqing was surprised. “Really? However, I still think it’s better to eat with my family.”
After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue and said cheekily, “Big Brother Ming, don’t tell the Emperor. I’m just joking. It’s also very good to eat with the Emperor.”
Ming Zhiyan was amused, he tapped her forehead and said, “I know,”
Ming Zhiyan’s smile was as clear as the wind and as bright as the moon, and his laughter was full of magnetism. Jian Qingqing was stunned. Two years ago, Ming Zhiyan was only 16 or 17 years old, and his face still had a tinge of youth. Two years had passed, and the youth on his face had completely disappeared. The lines of his entire face had become much tougher, but they were also very smooth. He looked even more handsome than two years ago. All the scenery in front of him paled in comparison.
Jian Qingqing’s face was a little red, but she still could not bear to look away. She felt that she was a female hooligan now.
Ming Zhiyan was also embarrassed by her gaze, he reached out a hand and covered her eyes slightly, saying shyly, “Stop looking.”
Jian Qingqing chuckled and grabbed his hand, taking the opportunity to touch it a few times.
Ah, even hands were on her aesthetic point. Not only were they slender, but the joints were distinct and very powerful.
She felt that everything about Ming Zhiyan suited her taste. She looked at his face and laughed foolishly.
Ming Zhiyan blushed slightly and let go of her hand. He coughed and simply left to help Old Man Jian.
“Grandpa Jian, what should we do with these hairy crabs? I’ll do it. ”
Jian Qingqing looked at his back and felt that even Ming Zhiyan’s back was so good-looking.
Her heart wavered for a moment. Perhaps she could dream? If Ming Zhiyan
was still single by the time she grew up, she would confess to him. It would be a pity if she did not work hard for such a good-looking and kind person.
Alright, she admitted it, she was lustful.
Looking at her daughter’s appearance, Mother Jian sighed. She really couldn’t bear to look.
Although she knew that her daughter liked pretty things and Ming Zhiyan was also good-looking, she did not have to be so obsessed with him.
In the past, she did not want her daughter to have too much contact with Lord Ming because the difference in their status was too big. Now, the difference in status was not that big, but it became the difference in age.
Ming Zhiyan was already 18 years old. Most of the men at this age were married, and even if they were not married, they were almost married. There were still nearly five years before his daughter reached marriageable age. It was possible that Ming Zhiyan would have been married within these five
years.
She was really afraid that her daughter would be restricted too deeply and be hurt too much.
If Jian Qingqing knew Mother Jian’s thoughts, she would only say that Mother was thinking too much. She was just lustful. If Ming Zhiyan was really married, she would not think about him anymore. Maybe they would not even meet in private.
Although there weren’t many people at the dinner, it was quite lively.
Jian Qingqing loved hairy crabs the most and had been eating them the entire night. However, hairy crabs were a little difficult to deal with, and it took a long time to eat one.
Ming Zhiyan saw it, so he silently used tools to break open the crab’s shell and legs, and then placed it in front of her.
Wei Wusheng was angry, but he did not know how to deal with this kind of thing, so he could only stay angry by himself..
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