After Transmigrating, I Remarried Old Tang Next Door

Taekwondo coach Li Youran transmigrated, becoming a woman who had been divorced and abandoned.

Even in such circumstances, Old Tang next door wouldn't let her go.

Establishing her o...

Chapter Ninety-Three: No Action Taken Yet

Li Youran said with a smile.

"I've prepared a lot of steamed buns for you to eat in the exam room."

Tian Alang happily accepted the steamed bun, then turned to Li Youran and said very seriously.

"You're only a month older than me."

"I'm only one day older than you, so I'm still your older sister."

When Li Youran smiles, her eyes crinkle into crescents, and she exudes a sweet aura.

Passing examinees who witnessed this scene couldn't help but envy Tian Alang, who was able to chat and laugh with such a beautiful girl.

"Alright, hurry up and go inside, I have things to do."

As Li Youran spoke, she hurriedly urged Tian Alang to enter the examination room quickly.

"Do your best on the exam and get a good score for your sister."

After saying that, Li Youran left, carrying the basket that had previously held the steamed buns.

Tian Alang weighed the book box on his back; it was heavy, much heavier than before. It was filled with steamed buns given to him by Li Youran.

He felt a strange mix of emotions, a sense of warmth and fulfillment...

Tian Alang was well-prepared for this exam because he wanted to settle down and start a family in the capital as soon as possible.

Today, Li Youran brought him steamed buns to the examination hall, which strengthened his resolve to get good grades and live up to Youran's high expectations.

"Where did the steamed buns come from?"

Liu Zhiyuan arrived a step later than Tian Alang. When he arrived at the examination hall, he ran into Tian Alang, who was waiting to be checked before entering the examination hall.

So he cut in line and stood behind Tian Lang. Seeing that his basket was filled with steamed buns, he asked him about it out of curiosity.

"It was delivered by Miss Li."

Knowing that Liu Zhiyuan liked Li Youran, Tian Alang deliberately said that.

Sure enough, Liu Zhiyuan frowned deeply after hearing Tian Alang's words.

He looked Tian Alang up and down. Although he was smart, he looked weak and frail, thin and small, unlike him, who was tall and imposing, and looked like a handsome young man.

Is Li Youran blind? Liu Zhiyuan's gaze towards Tian Alang was so unrestrained, his disdain was completely exposed, which made Tian Alang roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Can you finish all those steamed buns?"

After Liu Zhiyuan finished speaking, without waiting for Tian Alang's reply, he took out half a steamed bun from his book box.

"If you can't finish it, it will spoil. Wasting food is shameful. I'll take care of some for you."

Tian Alang has seen people with thick skin, but he has never seen anyone with skin as thick as this.

After Tian Alang rolled his eyes countless times, Liu Zhiyuan calmly packed the steamed buns into his book box.

"I wonder if Young Master Liu has ever heard of the saying 'When one's name is on the golden list, the wedding night is celebrated'?"

Recalling the look of disdain in Liu Zhiyuan's eyes before, Tian Alang knew that Liu Zhiyuan did not regard him as an opponent at all, so he said provocatively.

"How about we have a contest between the two of us?"

"good!"

Liu Zhiyuan hadn't expected Tian Alang to be so blunt.

A battle between men must be full of masculinity, so he shouted in a loud voice.

At the same time, he patted his chest, causing several candidates to turn around and look at him.

"After years of studying hard, it's really hard to give up on the imperial examination."

On the way back, Li Youran encountered Momo, who was serving the Prime Minister's wife, sitting in an extremely ordinary carriage.

The reason Li Youran was able to see it was because the old woman happened to lift the curtain of the carriage and look outside.

Li Youran became more cautious and carefully hid at the corner of the alley, quietly observing the movements of the carriage.

"Could it be that the Prime Minister's wife has already begun her actions?"

Li Youran, with the attitude that "it's only human to not eat when there's gossip," quietly followed them.

The carriage moved forward a couple more steps and went into a road that was neither too wide nor too narrow.

Both sides of the road were mansions, which, although not as grand as the mansions of court officials, were still quite luxurious, as most of the residents here were merchants.

"Is anyone home? I'm a servant from the Yang family, and I'd like to order a batch of raw materials."

The old woman spoke to the gatekeeper who opened the door.

This puzzled Li Youran. How could the prime minister's wet nurse have become a servant of the Yang family?

"Yong'er, I heard that you were quite interested in a girl named Li Youran at the poetry gathering?"

As she spoke, Wu's mother winked at the maid behind her. The maid hurriedly stepped forward, placed the food box on the table, and took out the osmanthus cake that Wu's mother had made herself.

"If you really like her, then send someone to discuss the marriage. You know that your mother doesn't care about social status; she just wants you to be happy."

While Ms. Wu genuinely hoped that Wu Yong could live a happy and fulfilling life, she still held onto the prejudice of social class.

The reason for the compromise and concession was that my cousin had mentioned before that her niece, Hu Qinqin, had feelings for my son, Wu Yong.

Wu's mother knew that Hu Qinqin was being groomed to be the empress, and it would be a real loss if the bright future of the entire family were to be delayed because of her son.

Besides, Hu Qinqin is flamboyant and arrogant; she doesn't want a daughter-in-law like that. She could only go along with her cousin's wishes and quickly arrange her son's marriage to appease Hu Qinqin.

"My son only admires Miss Li's talent. Besides, even if my son had that idea, Miss Li might not have the same idea."

As Wu Yong spoke, he put down his pen, washed his hands with the help of a maid, and casually picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth.

"Mom, your osmanthus cake is as delicious as ever."

Whether it was because the osmanthus cake was delicious or because Wu's mother brought up You Ran herself, Wu Yong was in a very good mood.

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