The Slender Waist-Chapter 563 - 403: Burning the Midnight Oil

Still the number one scoundrel in the world?

Feng Yun was amused to madness by Chunyu Yan’s words.

"You, it’s all because of that mouth of yours, no wonder to this day you can’t win Jiang Ji’s affection. I wonder who could stand to follow you..."

Her words held a certain earnest gravity.

Chunyu Yan felt a sudden surge of joy in his heart.

Feng Twelve is also sharp-tongued.

Who knows how much she actually cared about him in her heart?

Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile on his face.

"Who says it’s me who can’t win her?"

Feng Yun replied with a smile, "If Jiang Ji refuses to pay attention to you, am I wrong?"

The lady’s voice was light and indifferent, but extremely serious. Chunyu Yan wanted to argue, but then felt it absolutely unnecessary.

Let her think so.

Otherwise, he would have one less excuse to visit Changmen in the future.

Chunyu Yan half-closed his eyes, his expression lazily amused, "Even if that were the case, I, the Princely Heir, have all the patience in the world. Sooner or later, I will win the beauty over."

He looked at Feng Yun with a suggestive glint in his eye.

Feng Yun seriously considered his words for a moment.

"Jiang Ji has been helping out at the Cheng Yi Workshop these days. If you’re really interested, why not order a batch of winter clothes from me? That way, you can have frequent interactions with Jiang Ji."

Chunyu Yan felt a blockage in his chest and inhaled sharply. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"You really know how to strategize, don’t you?"

Feng Yun said, "Winter is coming. After a whole year of hard work, everyone following the Princely Heir deserves two sets of winter clothes. Whether you buy them from someone else or from Changmen is all the same. Doing business and seeing the beauty all at once—why wouldn’t you do it?"

Chunyu Yan felt very irritated.

Money, money, money.

Even together with him, she’s calculating money.

He was tempted to leave in a huff.

"Oh Feng Twelve, you’re obsessed with money, aren’t you?"

"Yes, I am," Feng Yun looked at him earnestly, "What else should I be?"

Chunyu Yan: ...

Or could it be that she was thinking of him?

Impossible.

This woman was heartless.

If she had even a bit of a normal woman’s sentiment, she wouldn’t be so heartless and cruel.

Chunyu Yan huffed in annoyance.

After thinking about it a bit more, he felt somewhat pleased.

Wasn’t she just like him?

Feng Twelve was exactly the kind of person who should follow him.

They were truly a match made in heaven, kindred spirits.

As for Pei Wangzhi, he was so dull; they were completely mismatched...

Chunyu Yan’s expression improved significantly.

"I can place an order for winter clothes at your Cheng Yi Workshop, but you must buy the fabric and silk from me, and the price must be at least thirty percent cheaper than the market rate."

"Agreed," Feng Yun said with a smile, "I provide you the chance to meet Jiang Ji, so you should also lower the price of the raw materials for me."

He had figured it all out perfectly.

Chunyu Yan didn’t care whether he could meet Jiang Yin or not.

In fact, every time he returned to Huaxi, the first person that came to mind was Feng Yun, not Jiang Ji.

The youthful infatuations he thought he had were slowly fading, becoming increasingly blurry, without him knowing when it started.

Back then, he always wanted to find the young girl from Jiming Temple, as if compelled by some obsessive emotion, vowing not to stop until he found her.

But when he truly found her, the yearnings vanished, no longer harboring any tender feelings.

It was quite strange.

This enchantress Feng Twelve, she must have cast a spell on him.

Chunyu Yan lifted the corners of his lips dismissively.

"How much you cut down on your prices, we will share equally," he said.

"It should be so," Feng Yun smiled, her eyes brimming with life.

She had wanted to find raw materials that were both high-quality and low-cost, and having the Crown Prince of Yunchuan offer them at a reduced price for Cheng Yi Workshop was even better.

As for the equivalent discount on the winter clothes, she wouldn’t lose out.

Lower costs meant lower prices for the finished garments, which was only logical, and with additional orders and sales channels, wasn’t this a mutually beneficial scenario?

Feng Yun truly enjoyed doing business with Chunyu Yan, her smile warm and friendly as she looked at the proud Princely Heir.

"With more frequent interactions, who knows, maybe Jiang Ji could cure your ’hidden ailment’? So this deal is purely profitable for you with no loss," she teased.

Chunyu Yan was taken aback.

A mask hid his face, but the tips of his ears turned visibly red.

He stared into Feng Yun’s innocent eyes.

"Greedy for an inch after being given an inch, aren’t you, Feng Twelve?"

Feng Yun: "Don’t you wish to be cured, Princely Heir?"

Chunyu Yan was fuming, almost on the verge of strangling her, "You know very well what my ’hidden ailment’ is, yet you provoke me? Feng Twelve, if you really wish me well, why don’t you let me have my way with you once, perhaps I’ll be cured without the need for medicine?"

Feng Yun: "Aren’t you afraid that Pei Jue will have your head?"

Chunyu Yan sneered, "Better to die beneath the flowers, a playboy even in death."

He watched Feng Yun, his dark pupils seeming to hold a light, desperate to dig some hint of impropriety out of her expression.

Yet Feng Yun remained as calm as ever.

Far from embarrassed, she questioned him in return.

"What kind of playboy are you referring to, Princely Heir?"

Chunyu Yan’s smile froze on the edge of his lips as he glared at the infuriating woman, slowly pursed his lips, made a "pop" sound, and then gently licked the moisture on his lips.