Lai Jiajia hurriedly covered his mouth, turned her head, and called out to Gua Tian, "Hey, help pull him away!" Gua Tian had just heard Lai Jiajia calling someone Commandery Prince, and the young man also referred to himself as "Your Highness." Currently, seeing the two grappling with each other, he completely lacked the courage to intervene. "Miss Lai, I’m just a melon farmer. I can’t afford to offend Imperial Relatives—it’s beyond me." This Miss Lai was from the second branch of Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion, which had been expelled from the mansion and naturally held no status. Compared to the Commandery Prince, the prince undoubtedly held higher status and power. Moreover, the man and woman before him might be entangled in some romantic issues; it was best for a commoner like him not to add to the chaos. Thinking this, Gua Tian then said, "Miss Lai, since the Commandery Prince has even followed you to the countryside, you should just accept him." After speaking, he sprinted away. As he ran, he didn’t forget to look back. This was the first time Lai Jiajia realized the benefits of her usual hearty appetite—her strength was formidable. With one hand, she desperately covered Ji Qingyu’s mouth and with the other, pushed him away, trying to prevent him from succeeding. But how could a man’s strength be matched by her alone? Ji Qingyu easily pulled away the hand she had over his mouth, and asked with a hazy look in his eyes, "Why did you choose him, not me?" "Have you mistaken me for someone else?" Lai Jiajia wanted to cry, but crying was useless at that moment, so she tried her best to hold it back, "You’ve definitely mistaken me for someone else!" "Heh, how could Your Highness possibly mistake someone?" The two were at a standoff for a moment, and Ji Qingyu’s lips drew closer. Just as they were about to kiss, suddenly a sharp shout came, "Ji Qingyu, what are you doing?" Following the direction of the voice, Lai Jiajia turned her head and saw Leng Yu Yan approaching with two maids; she seemed like a savior, and tears instantly gushed out, "Sister, save me!" Leng Yu Yan flew over, spun around, and kicked Ji Qingyu in the chest. Ji Qingyu staggered back, crashing into the pillar of the gazebo. With the kick vibrating through his chest and pulling at his stomach, combined with the excessive alcohol he had consumed, his stomach churned and he violently turned his head to vomit a considerable amount of alcohol into the melon field. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 Lai Jiajia hugged Leng Yu Yan’s arm, crying in fright, "Sister, he tried to kiss me, wuu wuu wuu..." She had never faced such a situation before. Thinking how her hand had covered his mouth, Lai Jiajia disgustingly rubbed it several times on her skirt. Leng Yu Yan, with a cold gaze fixed on Ji Qingyu, who kept vomiting alcohol, patted Lai Jiajia’s back and said, "It’s okay now, go home first, and call Xiaoshan for me." "Wuu wuu wuu...okay..." Lai Jiajia wiped her tears with her sleeve, walked out of the gazebo, then came back, picked up a sack on the ground filled with watermelons and slung it over her shoulder, "Sister, this little bully seems to have mistaken me for you. Fortunately, I had some strength, or he really would have kissed me, and then my life would’ve been..." While speaking, she hiccuped from crying, but her heart was still fluttering with anxiety, and it affected her legs, making her stagger as she walked with a sack of watermelons. Seeing this, Leng Yu Yan instructed, "Miao Zhu, accompany Jiajia back." Miao Zhu was strong enough to help Lai Jiajia with the weight of the watermelons. Furthermore, if Ji Qingyu really mistook Jiajia for her while drunk, then it was naturally her responsibility to ensure Jiajia’s safety and handle the current situation. Miao Zhu agreed and walked to Lai Jiajia’s side, "Lady Jiajia, let the maid share the burden of the sack with you." Lai Jiajia nodded, "Alright, I used to be able to carry it myself." She admitted frankly, "Just now, I was really scared by that little bully; my legs went weak." The two each held a corner of a sack as they walked toward the manor. Leng Yu Yan looked down on Ji Qingyu from her high vantage point and spoke indifferently, "The Imperial Aunt is looking for you, and here you are hiding in the countryside, drunk." After spitting out a lot of alcohol, Ji Qingyu sobered up somewhat. His gaze swept over the departing Lai Jiajia, and it was then that he realized he had mistaken Lai Jiajia for Ah Yan. Two people who looked nothing alike, how could he have mistaken them? Was it because of excessive drinking, compounded by days and nights of obsessive thoughts? Nevertheless, he still had to thank Ah Yan. It was her kick that woke him up. If he had kissed an unrelated woman, he would have felt disgusted for a lifetime. He steadied himself with one hand against a column and unsteadily stood up. Fearing that the person in front of him might do something, Chun Liu immediately stretched out her arms to block in front of Leng Yu Yan. Ji Qingyu smiled, "There’s no need for such tension, Miss. I have sobered up quite a bit." He then gestured towards Leng Yu Yan, "Ah Yan, may I have a few words with you?" Leng Yu Yan patted Chun Liu’s arm, "It’s alright, you can rest assured." Chun Liu nodded and stepped aside to wait outside the cool pavilion. Ji Qingyu looked at the expansive melon field and smiled, "I have indeed been drinking a lot these past few days, but if I drink in the city, no matter where, my mother will find me, so I came to the countryside." He turned to Leng Yu Yan, "I never expected Ah Yan to also be here. It seems we truly have a fate." Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "Ji Qingyu, don’t talk about this! I agreed to speak with you just to tell you that Lai Jiajia isn’t yet engaged and can’t stand your antics. Her uncle and aunt are honest people, and they don’t want to see their daughter involved with a libertine." Ji Qingyu seemed to catch the point and asked, "Ah Yan, do you reject me because I am a libertine?" "Can we not talk about this?" Leng Yu Yan said coldly, "I am already the wife of Your Highness. Please acknowledge the reality." Suddenly, Ji Qingyu burst into laughter. Leng Yu Yan furrowed her brows, "What are you laughing at?" Ji Qingyu turned around to face her, his handsome eyes fixed firmly on her. He wanted to say thank you, as her timely arrival had stopped him from kissing Lai Jiajia, but what came out instead was, "Do you want to try me?" "Unreasonable!" Leng Yu Yan, infuriated, turned to leave with a fling of her sleeves. Ji Qingyu blocked her path, "Whatever Ye Yiheng can do, I can do too. If rumors say he has hidden ailments, there must be a reason. Maybe I can make you feel better..." Shocked by his words, Leng Yu Yan raised her hand to slap him. Ji Qingyu quickly caught her arm. Because her sleeves were wide, as she raised her hand, her sleeves slid down to her elbow, and he caught her forearm. Ji Qingyu tightly grasped her forearm, each knuckle sharply defined, radiating an air of unattainable fury. Leng Yu Yan struggled, "Let go, you’re hurting me!" "How dare you, scoundrel, release her at once!" Chun Liu immediately came over and struck Ji Qingyu in the chest. Ji Qingyu coughed, but his grip on Leng Yu Yan’s arm did not relax. On the contrary, due to Leng Yu Yan’s struggles, he squeezed even tighter, while his other hand countered Chun Liu’s strike, forcing her to repeatedly retreat. At that moment, he noticed a small piece of skin on the heel of the hand he was holding was sticking up. Suspicious, Ji Qingyu grabbed Leng Yu Yan’s wrist with his other hand and pulled at the peeling flap of skin. In an instant, a bright red ’point’ was revealed before his eyes. It was precisely the virginity mark he had seen before!