Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

Jiang Yu opened her eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the blanket. The little, dancing spots of light looked somewhat cute and lively.

It's somewhat like her current feeling of being at a loss yet overjoyed.

These are the curtains she later modified. The heavy, luxurious curtains have a good light-blocking effect; when drawn, they completely block out the sunlight, allowing the owner to fall asleep peacefully.

The only drawback was that it looked a bit dull. So she had some small shapes carved on it, such as tiny seashells, cute stars, and a crescent moon.

The morning sunlight filtered through the small holes in the patterns, casting dappled patterns that romantically imprinted themselves on the quilt.

At this moment, it was also imprinted on Fan Qingyin's cheek.

Fan Qingyin was sleeping soundly, and Jiang Yu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. It was surprising that someone like him could act like a child once he fell in love, clinging and acting spoiled without knowing when to stop.

She saw a small, star-shaped spot of light playfully imprinted on Fan Qingyin's cheek, and couldn't resist leaning over to give it a gentle kiss.

So cute! The stars are cute, and the people are cute too.

After last night's intimacy, the secret joy in her heart seemed to burst forth, and she wanted to share this happiness with everyone.

However, the mysterious magic of love lies precisely in the fact that it is an extremely private emotion. Everyone carefully guards the spring in their heart, hoping that it will never dry up.

They want to spread the word, yet they also want to remain unknown.

Fan Qingyin's breathing became lighter, and Jiang Yu knew that he had transitioned from deep sleep to light sleep and would wake up soon.

So she stuck out her tongue, lay back down, and snuggled into the blanket next to Fan Qingyin, only to be gently pulled into his arms the next instant.

Fan Qingyin always carried a cool fragrance, which, combined with her scent, made her room smell particularly pleasant. This delighted Jiang Yu, as if something had changed because of her.

Fan Qingyin felt the soft body in his arms and felt more content than he had ever been in all these years. Sleeping was something that everyone had to do in a routine way, but now he wanted to hold Jiang Yu and sleep like this forever.

He turned his head and buried his face in his wife's fragrant hair, sniffing it gently and nuzzling her softly, like a well-fed, lazy cat stretching its neck and acting coquettishly.

It wasn't until Jiang Yu nuzzled her face into his neck, playfully sticking out her tongue to lick it, and deliberately exhaling warm breath to tease him until he couldn't help but chuckle and open his eyes that they remained in this intimate, intertwined position, gazing at each other.

Jiang Yu had thought that she and Fan Qingyin would be too shy to look each other in the eye when they woke up in the morning, but when she saw the other's eyes filled with affection and joy, she was genuinely happy. They finally belonged to each other.

This shared feeling and affection overcame their shyness, immersing them in a comfortable and tender warmth.

It was like a honeymoon; the entire estate became their love nest, and wherever they went, the air seemed to be filled with a moist and warm affection.

Jiang Yu would often hum a song softly as she walked. Sometimes, when she thought of Fan Qingyin's face, she would impulsively go to where he was, find him, and then secretly hug him from behind or quietly kiss his cheek. Then, gazing at his gentle and joyful eyes, she would smile foolishly.

Fan Qingyin, unusually willful, pushed aside her heavy workload, staying late every day before leaving the manor for the shrine, and then returning to the manor early in the afternoon to prepare dinner with Jiang Yu and go for a walk. She even moved all the work she could bring home to Jiang Yu's study.

So in just a few days, the servants noticed the sudden warming of the relationship between the lord and the divine messenger, and some even speculated that the divine messenger would soon be going to receive the fruit of fertility.

Jiang Yu was wholeheartedly focused on her relationship with Fan Qingyin, and had no time or interest in considering anything else. The Wilman family could not bother her, and the Jeff family had done a very good job, so it was true that many things could not be accomplished by specific people.

Madame Wilman's shrewd calculations, which had once impressed her, now filled her with a sense of disgust. As a mother, she was unable to properly guide and advise her son when she noticed his inappropriate ideas, instead gambling the family's honor on his life.

Only when she occasionally thinks of Lanny will she pause what she's doing, lost in thought and filled with regret, hoping that Lanny will return safely.

Jiang Yu was no longer as worried as she had been at the beginning. The clues were beginning to emerge, and many of her speculations were becoming clearer, like bubbles rising from the deep sea. The truth was hidden behind these speculations, and it was unknown how much of it was true.

Jiang Yu's indifferent attitude actually saved the Wilman family. Fan Qingyin originally wanted to completely crush them, but considering Xiao Yu's complete trust in him, it would seem that he was being petty.

Well, it's just a maggot. We'll catch it and deal with it. Now that the family has lost its leader, they're on their own to fend for themselves.

Although the two did not discuss the matter much, they had a rare and excellent understanding. They both felt that the other would handle it quite well, and this trust and compatibility warmed their relationship considerably.