"Men in this world all want to have multiple wives and concubines," Yang Mengchen said with a brow adorned by scorn, "little do they know that such 'blessings' will eventually harm others and themselves."

"Ah Jiu, rest assured, in this lifetime I will only have one wife!" Long Xuanmo gazed at Yang Mengchen with eyes full of deep affection.

He had always kept his distance from women, and now that he had Ah Jiu, he was even less likely to glance at another woman.

Yang Mengchen slightly pursed her lips.

There may only be one wife, but there can be countless women, especially for a wealthy, powerful, and handsome man like Long Xuanmo, who traditionally is a target that women flock to.

Moreover, she and Long Xuanmo were only in a partnership; how many women Long Xuanmo had was none of her business, let alone something to feel assured or unassured about.

Seeing Yang Mengchen's expression, Long Xuanmo knew she did not believe him and that more words would be futile. Only through actions could he prove that he meant what he said.

"I need to supervise the printing and papermaking; I must rush back. You must take good care of yourself and notify me immediately if anything happens!"

"Mhmm," Yang Mengchen's eyes and brows softened.

Seeing that Yang Mengchen could not wait for him to leave, Long Xuanmo felt both annoyed and dejected. He wanted to grab the heartless girl and teach her a lesson, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Yet, if he did nothing to vent his dissatisfaction, he would definitely be brooding day and night upon his return.

Suddenly reminded of that warm and sweet touch from before, Long Xuanmo's gaze darkened and his throat involuntarily moved. He stood up, swiftly stole a kiss on Yang Mengchen's rosy lips before her Black Needle could leave her hand, and then he leapt out of the window, disappearing into the shadows.

Her lips seemed to retain a mild warmth and a tingling sensation, causing Yang Mengchen's heart to flutter slightly. She glared at the window through which Long Xuanmo had departed for a moment, muttering, "Philanderer!" Her angry tone contained an unwitting hint of coquettish complaint.

After Long Xuanmo's interruption, Yang Mengchen naturally had no mind to continue her research; she packed up her things and returned to the bedroom.

On the rooftop across the way,

watching Yang Mengchen enter her room and turn off the light to rest, Long Xuanmo, hidden in the shadows, had eyes gentle as water. His pale and elegant hand tenderly touched his lips, savoring their soft, sweet sensation, a silly smile creeping onto his mouth.

Mo Yun and the others were either looking up at the night sky or turning their eyes away, barely able to bear witnessing the prince's foolish demeanor.

Quelling the rippling emotions, Long Xuanmo sternly warned Qing Qing and Mo Mei, then quickly disappeared into the vast night with Mo Yun and others in tow.

No one else was disturbed by Long Xuanmo and his entourage's visit, so aside from Yang Mengchen, Qing Qing, and Mo Mei, nobody knew they had been there and left.

The next morning after breakfast, Yang Mengchen and her group arrived at Wu Family Village.

The printing factory had produced quite a few oil paper bags, and the furniture factory had crafted many exquisite wooden boxes. With winter approaching, Yang Mengchen planned to guide the Wu family and their workers in making sausages, smoked products, and marinated goods.

Of course, all the recipes were entrusted to the Wu family for safekeeping, while the workers were only responsible for assembly-line work.

Some of the first batch of finished products were kept by Yang Mengchen and the Wu family, most were shared with the workers, the Clan Leader and the Elders' families, as well as the village head and Lizheng's house.

The few families that received the products were delighted; after tasting them, they were full of praise, continually exclaiming Yang Mengchen's intelligence and capability.

As evening approached, Yang Mengchen and the others had dinner at the Wu family's and then headed home.

Yang Mengchen didn't bring back many finished products, but there was a share for everyone, and the servants were moved to tears. After tasting them, they all repeatedly praised how delicious they were.

Especially Weichi Kong, who implored Yang Mengchen to have some delivered every day. Yang Mengchen naturally nodded in agreement.

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