On the Wedding Night - JENLISA

You Need to Be Punished

The newlywed couple, Jennie and Lisa, stole a moment of leisure amidst their busy lives. They exchanged affectionate glances and whispered sweet nothings that outsiders couldn’t understand. Upon noticing some curious gazes, Jennie nestled into Lisa’s embrace, her face flushing red.

Sunlight kissed her soft, rosy earlobes as Lisa looked down, adoring the playful Jen. She enjoyed seeing her Wife live freely and without restraint. Whereas once she had been so cautious, now, with Lisa, she could afford to be a little more willful and spoiled.

Like a sunflower turning towards the sun, she beamed with joy every day, untouched by the world’s sorrows.

Wife wasn’t particularly fond of her younger cousin. Observing this, Lisa decided to keep her distance from the cousin to avoid unnecessary family conflicts.

“Watch the road, not me,” Jennie said, overwhelmed with shyness. Lisa chuckled softly, holding her close and making sure each step was steady.

In Korea, strict gender segregation was emphasized. Even among ordinary couples, it was rare to see them holding hands in public; mutual respect was considered the epitome of a loving relationship.

During the day, many servants at the Manoban Residence witnessed how the gentleman doted on the Young Madam. Their faces showed surprise, and they couldn’t help but gossip internally.

Previously, no one would have guessed the gentleman was so infatuated. But since meeting the Young Madam, it was as if even a block of wood could blossom into flowers.

Chancellor Manoban, known for his stern demeanor, was secretly hiding behind a flowering tree. He stroked his recently grown short beard and, once Lisa had carried Jennie far enough, asked, “Does he smile like that often?”

The steward shook his head. Their gentleman was the epitome of propriety, more mature and composed than his peers. According to his own words, he lived like a little saint, detached from worldly pleasures. Though admirable, it lacked the vibrancy of youth.

Young men of this age were often busy doing foolish things, indulging in worldly pleasures, and boasting about their abilities. At most, they might achieve some academic success and bring honor to their families.

But Lisa? With her genuine talent and learning, she was already capable of being the Crown Prince’s tutor. Her abilities were evident, and though her demeanor seemed gentle, she had always maintained a sense of propriety and distance from others.

She was often warm, rarely radiant. More rational than foolish.

The steward of the Manoban Residence knew some of the details about how the Young Madam had awakened. The gentleman, in desperation, had tried every possible remedy, no matter how absurd the suggestion, showing just how important the Young Madam was to her.

Manoban Rufeng was lost in thought. Only when he could no longer see his daughter’s figure did he wave his sleeve and say, “Let’s go back.”

A few days ago, Jennie had been in a coma, and Lisa’s worried expression was still vivid in his memory. Chancellor Manoban had grown concerned; deep affection could sometimes become a hindrance, turning good things into bad.