Faced with this situation, Madam Jiang was nearly frantic.

“Son, you must never agree to a divorce! We can’t afford to lose this in-law connection, not after we’ve already offended the Bai family!”

Madam Jiang spoke on, nearly in tears, while Jiang Chen glanced timidly up toward the two figures on the rooftop before lowering his head again—what choice did he really have left?

If he didn’t go back to the Gu family and settle things properly, would he even keep his life?

Jun Beiyue—that devil. Once he’d been the one to save him, his life now belonged entirely to that man.

Amid the buzzing crowd, Jiang Chen slunk away in defeat. Bai Feiyao hurriedly carried her father back inside and shut the gate tightly at once, far too ashamed to show her face again.

Before long, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, still buzzing with discussion.

Up on the rooftop, Jun Beiyue stretched lazily, watching Ziqing with amusement. “Qing’er, satisfied now?”

Ziqing frowned, genuinely puzzled. “You… how did you get those kept men to come running out like that?”

She’d been puzzling over it for a while now and simply couldn’t figure it out—those men had come rushing out practically racing each other, each one looking positively thrilled!

And what was even more baffling was that they’d then turned right around and rushed back inside!

It hadn’t looked like they’d sensed danger, or been frightened by something inside the estate at all.

To her surprise, Jun Beiyue answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I simply had Yingzi and the others tell them whoever reached the gate first would get to spend the night with Miss Bai.”

At this, Ziqing froze for a moment before bursting out laughing, unable to stop, laughing so hard she doubled over, then fell backward, clutching her stomach, which now ached from laughing so much.

This man—what on earth was she supposed to say to him!

Who said this prince was cold? Who said this prince was overly serious? She was going to laugh herself to death!

Jun Beiyue braced one hand beside her, looking down at her. Seeing her so happy, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction welled up in his chest!

As long as she was smiling, he’d gladly burn the whole world down—let alone handle a trifling matter like this.

Up on the rooftop, all was warm and joyful, while below the eaves, Baili Weisheng’s lips curled with a cold smile as he mused, “Jun Beiyue, oh Jun Beiyue! This one rather admires that ruthless, take-no-prisoners nature of yours!”

Musing to himself, he slowly drew up a face covering, his figure flickering as he leapt toward the high walls of the Bai residence, quickly vanishing into the night.

Ziqing, having laughed until her jaw ached, finally stopped, looking up at Jun Beiyue’s handsome face leaning over her, backlit by moonlight, his features indistinct save for the sharp, resolute lines of his profile—just as they had been the first time they’d crossed paths outside the Chen family courtyard. But now, she saw a softness in his eyes she had never noticed before—she’d never known this man had such a gentle side to him at all.

“Satisfied now?” he asked again—the same question. If she said no, he’d keep going.

Ziqing didn’t answer, only pressing her lips together before suddenly lifting her chin and, without warning, pressing a light kiss to his thin, unfairly handsome lips.

Jun Beiyue froze for a moment, genuinely caught off guard. This woman had once been bold enough to lean close to his ear and confess to him, declaring domineeringly, “Jun Beiyue, you’re mine!” But ever since then, she’d turn shy and nervous at the slightest intimacy between them.

And yet, now, of all times, she had actually…

What a contradictory little woman. Jun Beiyue couldn’t help but laugh heartily, his thin lips descending to capture hers. “Qing’er, not enough!”

With that, he immediately deepened the kiss, utterly commanding.