183: Chapter 183 Small Feet Under the Dinner Table

Two large carriages, one after the other, slowly stopped in front of the vermillion gates of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion.

"Whoa—"

The coachman pulled the reins, the horses snorted, and they came to a steady halt.

Chen Shanzhi had just jumped down from that pink carriage, which was filled with the scent of cosmetics, and took a deep breath of the fresh air in front of the Marquis Mansion.

Before he could even catch his breath, a gust of fragrant wind naturally drifted close to him.

Shen Lingfu had approached his side at some point.

This little girl, using the motion of smoothing her skirt as she stepped off the carriage, leaned her body toward Chen Shanzhi at a dangerous angle.

She looked up, a sweet smile hanging on her pure and moving face, her voice kept extremely low, carrying a seductive sweetness:

"Heir Brother, the incense in my carriage... does it smell good?"

While speaking, her watery eyes provocatively glanced down at Chen Shanzhi's hem.

Chen Shanzhi raised an eyebrow, his gaze following her fair neck downward.

Shen Lingfu was wearing a cross-collared Ruqun today; as she leaned forward slightly, her neckline instantly revealed a breathtaking expanse of snowy white.

Most fatally, Chen Shanzhi's sharp gaze swept over, and a memory of the pink Dudou on the carriage's soft couch, still carrying her body heat, flashed through his mind.

In that snowy white, deep cleavage, it was completely clean; where was there any sign of the Dudou's straps?

"Holy crap..."

Chen Shanzhi sucked in a breath of cold air.

This little green tea, she was actually going commando!

Playing it this bold?

Before Chen Shanzhi could Open counterattack, Shen Lingfu had already straightened up as if nothing had happened.

She naturally took the arm of Jiang Feiyu, who had just stepped off the carriage, and walked toward the mansion gates with a radiant smile.

Leaving only Chen Shanzhi standing there, watching her slender waist and swaying skirt, secretly swallowing his saliva.

The Marquis Mansion, Dining Hall.

The large Eight Immortals round table was huge, its sandalwood surface carved with exquisite cloud patterns.

Servants moved like butterflies, bringing out one dish after another of delicious delicacies like a flowing stream.

Although the food hadn't all arrived, the atmosphere at the table was already quite subtle, a literal Shura Field.

Chen Shanzhi sat at the head of the table.

To his left was his aunt, Chen Rou, with a gentle smile on her face.

To his right was his fiancée, Murong Zhaoling, her back held straight.

And directly opposite him sat the smiling Shen Lingfu.

To Shen Lingfu's left was Tang Xiaowu, who kept her head down, wishing she could bury her face in her bowl.

To her right was the foodie Jiang Feiyu, staring at the Crystal Pork Hock on the table and gulping down saliva.

The women were chattering away.

It was mainly Chen Rou asking questions, and Murong Zhaoling responding appropriately, maintaining the air of the lady of the house.

Then Shen Lingfu would chime in with a few pleasant words from time to time, making Chen Rou beam with joy.

Chen Shanzhi held his tea cup, wondering how to survive this meal.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

Under the table.

A small foot clad in a snowy white, delicate sock had silently reached over at some point and precisely pressed against his calf.

Chen Shanzhi almost spat out his tea.

This small foot actually began to misbehave.

Chen Shanzhi took a deep breath and suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing directly at Shen Lingfu opposite him.

He saw Shen Lingfu resting her chin on one hand, listening to Chen Rou speak with a beaming smile.

Sensing Chen Shanzhi's gaze, she quietly tilted her head and winked at him.

She was naturally counting on the fact that Chen Shanzhi wouldn't dare make a scene!

After all, to Chen Shanzhi's left was his aunt, an elder who treated him like a precious treasure, and to his right was his tigress of a fiancée, betrothed by the Emperor, who wouldn't tolerate any impropriety.

If he were to shout, "Whose foot is touching me?" Murong Zhaoling would tear the roof off the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion tonight!

"You little green tea, coming under the tower to feed, are you?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Chen Shanzhi's eyes.

He remained calm on the surface, even turning to agree with Chen Rou for a few words, but his right hand, resting on the table, naturally slid down and landed on his own thigh.

Then, catching her off guard, he grabbed it.

"Mmm!"

Shen Lingfu's delicate body opposite him suddenly trembled, and a very faint muffled groan escaped her red lips.

...

Since you dare to reach over, don't blame this old driver for starting the car!

"Mmm—"

This time it was sore and numb, carrying a tingling itch that shot straight to her head.

Shen Lingfu's pure face instantly turned bright red, as if it could drip blood.

She wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

"Sister Lingfu, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Feiyu, who was gnawing on half a chicken leg, finally noticed something was wrong. She craned her neck and asked with concern, "Did you catch a cold from the wind just now and get a fever?"

With this question, everyone's gaze at the table instantly focused on Shen Lingfu's face.

Murong Zhaoling also frowned slightly and looked over.

Shen Lingfu was so scared her soul almost flew away, and the foot being held under the table instantly went rigid.

She forced a very unnatural smile and stammered, "No... it's nothing. It's just that the charcoal fire in the Dining Hall is burning too brightly, it's a bit... a bit hot."

"Hot? I think it's just right." Jiang Feiyu scratched her head naively.

Sitting opposite her, Chen Shanzhi felt incredibly satisfied seeing Shen Lingfu's frustrated appearance—wanting to lash out but not daring to, forced to hold it in.

...

Swish.

Shen Lingfu lowered her head, her large eyes looking like they wanted to kill someone as she glared fiercely at Chen Shanzhi.

Chen Shanzhi was not to be outdone.

He brought the back of his hand to the tip of his nose and took a deep, intoxicated breath.