The little lass’s fists weren’t very strong—they felt more like an itch when they hit Zhu Junyang. It was as though he was possessed, grinning like a fool as he stood there unmovingly, letting her hit him.  Linglong watched them interact so naturally and suddenly, she felt that her young miss and Royal Prince Yang were probably made for each other. One had a cold temperament, but extremely pampered her young miss; the other was a long way off the image of a ‘virtuous wife and good mother’ in people’s hearts, but Royal Prince Yang especially liked this type. 

Although Royal Prince Yang enjoyed ‘flirting’ with his little lass, Lady Fang’s ‘eyes and ears’ were still around them. No matter how much disregard he had for the views of others, he still could not completely ignore his future mother-in-law’s opinions. Marriage was decided by the parents, wouldn’t he get himself unnecessary bumps in his plan to marry his wife if his mother-in-law decided to work against him? 

He caught the little lass’s fists in his hands and lightly gripped them, unwilling to let her go. Zhu Junyang lowered his head to look at her reddened face, gently saying, “Where were we? You said you want to open a new shop? Have you picked an address? Do...