After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Yin Cheng was almost driven crazy by his cute little expressions.

His gaze toward Lin Nian grew increasingly indulgent. "Then you can see for yourself."

Lin Nian turned her back to Yin Cheng and held the river lantern to look at it.

"Thinking of you and longing for you."

Lin Nian turned to look at him. "Why are there only four words? What do you want to do with me?"

Yin Cheng smiled and said, "There are so many things I want to do with you, but the paper is too small to write them all down."

Lin Nian held the lamp, her pink lips slightly pouting, somewhat dissatisfied, "That's so perfunctory..."

"What do I want to do with you? Don't you know?" Yin Cheng leaned closer to him, his narrow eyes full of deep meaning.

"It's definitely not a good thing." Lin Nian pushed the man away, thinking about the little novels she had read before, then turned her head and snorted at him, "You scoundrel."

Yin Cheng smiled and said, "Niannian, I'm glad you think that way."

"I didn't mean it." Lin Nian shoved the river lantern into the man's hand, covered his ears, and ran towards the riverbank, saying, "I'm still a young man, I don't know anything."

Be careful not to fall.

As the two chatted and laughed, they arrived at the riverbank. Couples lined both sides of the river, and river lanterns, like stars in the sky, were scattered across the water.

"Ah Cheng, the tinderbox." Lin Nian squatted down, carefully protecting the river lantern.

As Yin Cheng handed him the tinderbox, he said, "Be careful not to step in the water."

"I'm not stupid." Lin Nian lit the wick, put the river lantern into the water, stirred the surface, and let the lantern drift away slowly.

Yin Cheng pulled the person up, "Silly boy, are you hungry?"

Lin Nian said, "I'm not hungry."

"I'm hungry," Yin Cheng said, feigning distress. "I rushed back to the capital overnight and haven't eaten for three days."

Lin Nian believed it to be true, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

He lifted his skirt and ran to a nearby vendor to buy some osmanthus rice cakes, then ran back.

"Have something to eat first." Lin Nian placed the osmanthus rice cake in the man's hand, looked around, and said, "Ah, there's a noodle stall over there."

There is no curfew in Da Yin. It is just past Hai Shi (9-11 PM). There are several wooden square tables set up in front of the noodle stall, and there are a few customers in twos and threes.

Lin Nian saw a sign on the stall advertising special chicken soup wontons, so she ordered a bowl.

Upon hearing this, Yin Cheng replied, "Two bowls."

Lin Nian assumed the man was hungry and didn't think much of it.

At this moment, Yin Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "I think I was too hungry, but I'm not hungry anymore."

Lin Nian glared, "How can you not eat!"

He fed Yin Cheng a sweet osmanthus rice cake dipped in brown sugar, and said fiercely, "Eat it quickly."

"I can't eat, you'll stay with me."

Without hesitation, Lin Nian ate a piece herself, and then offered the rice cake in her hand to Yin Cheng's mouth again.

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow, seemingly having found a good way to get the little beauty to eat more.

He bent down and took the rice cake from the little beauty's hand.

The package of osmanthus rice cakes wasn't very large; it was clearly prepared for the young men celebrating the festival.

The two shared a packet of osmanthus rice cakes, and the wontons were also cooked.

Thin-skinned, generously filled wontons are soaked in fragrant chicken broth, topped with a sprinkle of fresh green onions. The aroma rises with the steam, whetting one's appetite.

To everyone's surprise, Yin Cheng didn't even lift his eyelids and said, "I don't want to eat."

Lin Nian, of course, understood the man's thoughts. She moved one of the bowls in front of her, took a small spoon, ladled out the soup, and gently blew on it.

He thought somewhat resignedly, since Young Master Lin has already lost all face and dignity, who cares whether Young Master Lin was impolite or not?

He's getting married soon, so what's wrong with eating in the street?

Besides, the man in front of him only cares about whether he's eaten enough...

Thinking of this, Lin Nian felt even happier and ate until her cheeks were bulging.

He had a small appetite, and was full after eating only half of the bowl. Yin Cheng poured the rest of the bowl into his own bowl.

The man didn't mind her appearance, and Lin Nian's ears turned red, but the faint smile on her lips never stopped.

Just then, a mournful cry suddenly came from the alleyway and lingered for a long time.

Some diners, startled by the crying, asked, "Who...who is crying?"

The noodle stall owner was an elderly man. "Oh, it must be that Zhou guy beating his husband again."

Sitting at the wooden table opposite Yin Cheng and his group was another young couple. The young man asked somewhat fearfully, "Isn't the government doing anything about it?"

The boss said, "Yes, we do manage it. We even arrested him and locked him up in jail for a while. But when he came out, he still beat his husband as usual, without changing at all."

"Why don't you get a divorce?" the young man asked again.

"A divorce is not possible," the shopkeeper said. "This husband's family is all gone; there's no one to stand up for him."

"If he gets a divorce, that Zhou guy will definitely kick him and his child out. Then they won't even have a place to live and will have to become beggars."

As the shopkeeper spoke, one could vaguely hear the weak cry of a child amidst the mournful sobs.

The young man said, "He's so pitiful."

The shopkeeper sighed, "Who says otherwise? Ah, this Zhou family husband is a hard-working man, earning money by washing clothes for others."

"But this Zhou fellow is no human being. Not only did he beat people, he also stole the money that Zhou's husband worked hard to earn to go to brothels, leaving his husband and children at home to go hungry."

"Our neighbors couldn't stand it either, so they all gave their clothes to Zhou's husband to wash, so he could earn more money."

"But this beast surnamed Zhou, if his husband can't afford to give him money to squander, he'll steal clothes from other people's homes and sell them."

"Now, no one dares to help anymore, for fear of being entangled by this scoundrel surnamed Zhou."

Another diner cursed, "He really is a beast."

Lin Nian felt sorry for the crying, so she opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Yin Cheng, "Ah Cheng..."

Yin Cheng signaled to the secret guards.

A short while later, the guards dragged a drunk man out of the alley.

The drunk man was still somewhat out of it, and he was cursing as he was brought over.

Yin Cheng glanced at it, "Sober him up."

The guard obeyed the order, borrowed a piece of firewood from the noodle stall owner, and burned the man's body with it.

"Ouch! Who the hell is burning my ass?"

The guard stomped out the sparks and tossed the piece of firewood into the stove with perfect accuracy.

Yin Cheng said, "Go and bring his husband and children out as well."

The guards accepted the order.

The scoundrel surnamed Zhou had a hole burned in his shoulder, and there was still a wisp of white smoke where he had stepped on the extinguisher.

However, the guard's strength was not heavy, only injuring the skin. Apart from the pain, it would not endanger his life.

Just as the rogue surnamed Zhou caught his breath, he looked up and saw Lin Nian staring at him coldly.

All the profanities he wanted to utter were stuck in his throat, and he blurted out, "Beauty."

Lin Nian felt disgusted by the way she was being looked at. She lifted her skirt and moved to Yin Cheng's side, sitting next to the man and blocking the annoying gaze.

Yin Cheng propped his head up with one hand, his eyelids half-closed, and asked, "What's your name?"

"You dare to know my name? But if the beauty behind you is willing to spend the night with me..."

Before the rogue surnamed Zhou could finish speaking, someone kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall forward and kneel down.

The guard's sword was pressed against the back of his neck.