The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 927 - 620 "I’m Not Mature That Early" Evidence That You Are My Wife

Chapter 927: Chapter 620 "I’m Not Mature That Early" Evidence That You Are My Wife

Jun Moqing discovered that his daughter tended to focus on the exact opposite of what he did; he was clearly talking about Fengfeng being cold to him, but she was curious about who pursued whom in the beginning.

"That’s not important. What’s important is that your mother no longer likes me."

Feng Wuyou comforted him gently, "Dad, you’re so handsome, how could Mom possibly dislike you? She just doesn’t remember you, that’s all."

"But even when she didn’t know me at all, she could like me." This is what Jun Moqing couldn’t figure out.

When they were strangers, she could like him.

Now that she doesn’t remember, she’s indifferent towards him.

This made Jun Moqing question whether he had lost his charm.

Feng Wuyou thought for a moment, then from a woman’s perspective analyzed the situation.

"Mom has lost her memory, and in her eyes, you’re a married man. As long as she has the slightest sense of propriety, she would restrain herself even if she liked you."

His daughter’s words awakened him from his stupor.

Jun Moqing thought his daughter’s reasoning made sense; Fengfeng must have thought she had mistaken him for someone else. With her personality, facing him—a married man—she definitely wouldn’t develop feelings.

If it weren’t for his daughter’s insight, he would have thought he wasn’t being proactive enough, lacking the youthful qualities that had once made Fengfeng fall for him.

It seemed that only by restoring Fengfeng’s memory could things return to how they were before.

Feng Wuyou tugged on her dad’s arm and called out, "Dad?"

Jun Moqing looked down at his daughter, "What is it?"

Feng Wuyou asked with curiosity, "Dad, how did you and Mom come together?"

Jun Moqing replied, "If you’re so curious, then wait for your mother to regain her memory, and let her tell you."

"Alright then." Feng Wuyou cheerfully said, "But, I bet Mom couldn’t resist your charm."

Jun Moqing gave no comment.

For dinner, just like the previous night, Jun Moqing waited early at the entrance of the Inn for Feng Qingyan.

Compared to their first encounter, Feng Qingyan was a bit calmer. She wasn’t a teenage girl anymore who would forget what she needed to do in the presence of a handsome man like Jun Moqing.

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan sitting at the edge of the horse carriage, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

Feng Qingyan said, "It’s better to keep some distance between a man and a woman who are alone."

Jun Moqing asked, "What do you think of me? A scoundrel?"

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing’s ethereal demeanor, which seemed completely unconnected to any scoundrel.

"I didn’t mean that, but it’s better to maintain a certain distance between men and women."

"Since that’s not what you meant, sit here." Jun Moqing pointed to the seat opposite him.

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Seeing Jun Moqing insist, Feng Qingyan had no choice but to move and sit opposite him.

To dispel her concerns, Jun Moqing said, "I won’t do anything inappropriate unless you’re willing."

Feng Qingyan gave an awkward smile, "I didn’t mean that."

She feared she couldn’t resist the temptation herself.

Jun Moqing again said, "Sometimes I can’t control myself."

Feng Qingyan looked at Jun Moqing, who was speaking seriously about his lack of self-control, his handsome face showing no other expression as if he were discussing something utterly mundane.

Becasue of this, even when Jun Moqing made intimate gestures like those in the morning, they couldn’t be disliked.

There wasn’t a trace of worldliness in Jun Moqing.

Yet, his actions indeed proved his deep devotion and affection for his wife.

The more Feng Qingyan thought about it, the more envious she became; it was a shame she wasn’t, merely someone who resembled her.

Seeing that she was silent, Jun Moqing picked up a teacup and offered it, "Have some tea."

"Thank you." Feng Qingyan thanked him, took the teacup, and took a few sips to hide her embarrassment.

Jun Moqing watched Feng Qingyan intently without blinking, making her feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t look away.

Feng Qingyan felt a warmth spreading through her even though his gaze was frosty, she could feel its intensity.

Feng Wuyou personally cooked dinner that night, preparing a table full of delicacies to captivate her mother and make her willingly stay.

Jun Wuxian stayed for dinner just to see his mother.

When he saw Jun Moqing and Feng Qingyan walk in, he stood up and greeted them, "Father, Mother."

The sudden appearance of a grown son left Feng Qingyan completely bewildered. The man before her looked hardly any different from Jun Moqing; how could he have such a big son?

She had heard Jun Moqing mention a son, and it seemed he had even said that next year he could be holding a grandchild.

"Your son, he’s quite big."

Jun Moqing glanced at Jun Wuxian, "Hmm."

Very softly, Feng Qingyan teased, "You couldn’t have become a dad at twelve, could you?"