Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

Lanny ran back to his home as fast as he could, completely ignoring the many surprised looks he received from the county as he ran, his head covered in sweat and his clothes disheveled.

Everyone knows that Lanny of the Wilman family is handsome and behaves like a nobleman's son, attracting attention. This is the first time they've seen him so unkempt.

Lanny returned home just as his father and mother were discussing something at the dinner table. Meeting his mother's astonished gaze, he couldn't wait to express his thoughts: "Father, Mother, let me go to see the lord and make me the representative of the family."

“Lanny, you’ve come at the right time. Your mother and I are also deciding on the person to go. But Lanny, why do you want to go? We don’t even know why the lord has summoned us.” Lanny’s father gestured for his son to sit down and talk.

"It's alright, please believe me, Father and Mother, I can handle anything. Just let me go," Lanny said urgently as he sat down.

Just as Lanny's father was about to say something, Lanny's mother stopped him. Lanny's mother didn't look much like her son, but their black hair and temperament were exactly the same. She looked at her most outstanding son and seemed to understand something. So she said, "I don't think there's a problem with sending you, but Lanny, you need to think carefully. That's the lord. Do you understand what you're doing?"

“Mother, this is an opportunity, I have to try.” Lanny’s eyes hardened. For someone from a family like his, with such a background, if he wanted something, he had to fight for it, grab it, and struggle for it. Just like how he had harvested beautiful pearls from dangerous storms countless times, if he wanted something, he had to give everything, regardless of the consequences and costs, just to have a chance.

Jiang Yu's situation is progressing relatively smoothly. Under Fan Qingyin's proper arrangements, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. She has begun to meet with representatives of the Caizhu family one after another. However, Fan Qingyin is worried that she will be too tired, so she only arranges for two people to meet each day. This gives her ample time to communicate carefully with these representatives and obtain a lot of detailed and useful information.

The representatives, initially uneasy, became relieved, realizing their lord's intentions weren't focused on increasing taxes or remittances. This was undoubtedly good news. However, the idea of ​​them sharing their family's unique pearl-diving methods with all pearl divers—something detrimental to their family's interests—was unacceptable to them. Although Jiang Yu had only subtly hinted at this to test them, she had already met with a rebuff. When she relayed this to Fan Qingyin, she received gentle comfort and a proposed solution.

“Xiaoyu, the class system is the foundation of the empire. You are the lord, the highest decision-maker in Hollandpur County, and you have the right to formulate laws and policies within your territory. Of course, I know you don’t like this kind of coercive approach, but we can compensate them in other ways.”

Fan Qingyin rarely stayed in Jiang Yu's room for long. Usually, Jiang Yu would work with him in his study. However, since Jiang Yu had to complete some work independently these past few days, he moved some of his work back to his own room. Xuan Jiancaizhu, on the other hand, was in the conference room on the first floor.

The reduced time spent with Jiang Yu these past few days made Fan Qingyin feel somewhat uncomfortable. He inwardly mocked himself for becoming so clingy after marriage. At this moment, sitting on the soft sofa in his wife's room, his gaze unconsciously drifted to the large bed in the inner room, bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, reminding him of the morning sun that day.

"As expected, Qingyin, you're amazing! This solves everything so easily." After Fan Qingyin's reminder, Jiang Yu felt like she suddenly had an idea. When she happily looked up, she found that Fan Qingyin seemed to be lost in thought, his ears turning completely red for some reason. Against his fair skin and silver hair, the red stood out exceptionally brightly.

Jiang Yu looked in surprise in the direction of his dazed gaze, only to find that Fan Qingyin's gaze was fixed on the large bed in the inner room of the bedroom. Jiang Yu quickly understood that Fan Qingyin was thinking about their time sharing a bed. Seeing Fan Qingyin's reaction, Jiang Yu felt her face inexplicably burning. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere quietly became ambiguous.

Fan Qingyin suddenly snapped out of his daze and realized that he had been lost in thought for so long. Jiang Yu hadn't made a sound either, and the two of them remained silent. He stood up and walked to Jiang Yu's side, only to find that her cheeks were also flushed, as she was lost in thought just like him. He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Jiang Yu's cheek, hoping to bring her back to her senses.

Jiang Yu was startled by the gentle touch. As soon as she came to her senses, she saw Fan Qingyin standing next to her. She instinctively tried to stand up, but she moved too quickly and accidentally stepped on her skirt, causing her to fall forward. Fan Qingyin caught her with quick eyes and hands and pulled her into her arms.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and it felt as if time had suddenly stood still. Jiang Yu looked at Fan Qingyin, who was so close to her, and was once again captivated by his icy and holy face. His silver hair and silver eyes were even more crystal clear than the purest snow, yet at this moment they exuded an alluring sexiness.

Jiang Yu struggled to snap out of her reverie. Just as she was about to casually pull away from Fan Qingyin's embrace, she noticed Fan Qingyin's eyes suddenly darken, and then she felt a warmth on her lips as she was gently kissed.

Fan Qingyin's kiss, like himself, was restrained yet gentle. He softly covered the lips he had longed for, reverently trembling as he tasted the sweetness of his dream, yet too shy to go any further.

Jiang Yu was initially stunned, as she felt this was not something Fan Qingyin would do. She tried to push him away, but he didn't go any further, kissing her lips carefully, gently and trembling, just like his trembling eyelashes—devout and shy. Jiang Yu suddenly felt a pang of pity. She quietly accepted Fan Qingyin's kiss, then gently stroked his soft, long hair.

This action startled Fan Qingyin awake. He quickly pulled away from Jiang Yu's lips, his eyes, which he opened abruptly, still held a trace of lingering infatuation, but were filled with helplessness and panic.

Jiang Yu felt even more heartache. This man was no longer the unattainable, aloof figure she had first met; he had become so approachable, so cautious, in her presence. All of this was because of her, because she couldn't give him the love she was entitled to.

Jiang Yu took a step forward and nestled herself into Fan Qingyin's embrace again. She closed her eyes and reached out to wrap her arms around the man in front of her. Fan Qingyin was very tall, and Jiang Yu could only rest her head against his chest, allowing her to clearly hear his suddenly erratic heartbeat.

“Xiao Yu…” Fan Qingyin’s heart was racing, and so was his voice.

"Qingyin, you're so wonderful." Jiang Yu thought to herself, "You're so wonderful that I can't help but fall for you."