Song Luan's head was dizzy, and between half asleep and half awake, she felt someone helping her up. Her waist was clamped tightly, and she groaned twice in dissatisfaction.

Her body was as soft as water, her nose was blocked and she had difficulty breathing. She felt very uncomfortable, as if someone was pinching her chin and forcibly prying her mouth open. An unpleasant smell came to her nose. She frowned, clenched her teeth, and refused to cooperate.

Zhao Nanyu had no patience. He held her chin tightly and said coldly in her ear, "Open your mouth and drink the medicine."

Song Luan hummed and groaned but refused to open her mouth. The smell was very bitter. She was not feeling well and her temper had become worse. She clapped her limp hands weakly and hummed a few words with her eyes closed, "I don't want to drink!"

Zhao Nanyu felt that her unreasonable behavior was a reflection of her past, but this time she didn't look arrogant, but rather cute.

If soft means don’t work, then use hard means. Zhao Nanyu pinched her jaw with his two slender fingers and forced her to open her mouth with a little force. He raised the medicine bowl in his other hand and poured it directly into her throat.

Song Luan couldn't stop crying because of the bitter medicine. She drank it too quickly and resisted, so she choked on the medicine. This time she woke up completely from her dream, and she found herself lying in Zhao Nanyu's arms, with half of the bowl of black medicine left.

Seeing that she had woken up, Zhao Nanyu said softly, "You have a fever. You can only get better after taking the medicine. Come, drink the remaining half bowl of medicine."

Song Luan was groggy and said some things without thinking. Her tone was much softer than usual, sweet and sticky, and sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child. "I don't want to drink it. It's too bitter."

Zhao Nanyu didn't seem angry. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently and carefully wiped the medicine stains on the corners of her mouth. "You can only get better if you take the medicine. You don't want to be sick all the time, do you? Be obedient."

Song Luan made a bitter face, snatched the medicine bowl from his hand, tilted her neck back, and gulped down the medicine. The bitter black medicine made her face paler, and her little face did not look as red as before.

After a long while, she still didn't calm down, and there was a surge of anger in her chest. Impulsively, Song Luan stretched out her hand to him, "It's so bitter, I want to eat candied fruit!"

Zhao Nanyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly. Without complaint, he took two candied fruits and handed them to her. At the end, he touched her face and said, "Eat it."

Song Luan regretted what she said after she said it. She thought she was really too arrogant to even dare to order Zhao Nanyu around.

She put the candied fruit into her mouth with mixed feelings, and the bitter taste of the medicine was soon diluted by the sweetness. The fever-reducing medicine had no immediate effect, and her head was still heavy and she looked weak.

Zhao Nanyu stood up, stood in front of her bed, and said, "Get up, have dinner and then lie down again."

Song Luan lowered her head and said weakly, "I can't eat, I want to sleep."

While she was talking, Zhao Nanyu had already brought her a thick cloak, "Put it on, you have to eat even if you can't." After a pause, he continued, "Don't be disobedient and wear so little, it's not unfair for you to have a fever this time."

Song Luan's face was still grim. She wrapped herself in the cloak reluctantly. When she got out of bed, Zhao Nanyu was so kind as to help her up. She whispered thank you.

The food on the table had already been reheated. Song Luan had no appetite when she saw the bland dishes. She wanted to eat something spicy and sour! But I guess no one in this family can eat spicy food, and they have never seen strong-flavored dishes.

Song Luan suddenly felt that she was so pitiful. The more she wore, the worse she could eat.

She poked at her bowl with her chopsticks and refused to eat properly. Zhao Nanyu found this scene funny. She looked like a unreasonable child, taking out her anger on the bowl and chopsticks.

After dinner, Song Luan was still not in a good mood. She yawned continuously and her eyelids were fighting. She rolled back to her bed without even looking at Zhao Nanyu's expression.

Zhao Nanyu stayed in her room for a while, standing quietly beside her bed, staring at her face, examining her carefully. After seeing enough, he turned and left the bedroom, standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

The maid bent her waist, not daring to breathe, and stood behind him. She handed over a letter respectfully, "Master, this is the letter that the young master of the He family sent to Madam this afternoon."

Zhao Nanyu sneered, and the sharpness in his eyes was almost enough to kill people. The young master of the He family was one of Song Luan's old lovers, and the person she had tried so hard to marry back then was also named He, not him.

He took the envelope, opened it and took a look. The corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a cold look, and the cold light in his eyes condensed into frost. Then he slowly tore up the letter bit by bit.

His voice was extremely cold. "Don't let her know."

"yes."

Song Luan didn't wake up until almost noon the next day. After taking the medicine and taking a nap, his fever subsided and he didn't look as sick as he did yesterday. His complexion looked much rosier.

She pulled herself together and got up from the bed. Just as she put on her clothes, the maid came in with hot water for her to wash her face. After she finished washing, the maid, who looked unfamiliar with her, called her "Miss" and then said, "The master's birthday is in two days. The invitation has been sent to the mansion. You and your son-in-law should go together."

Song Luan guessed that this should be her dowry maid, who came from the Song Mansion.

She had no idea that Mr. Song, her father, was going to celebrate his birthday. She coughed twice and said, "Yeah."

The maid was delighted, "That's good, so that people in the mansion won't gossip again."

It's nothing more than making up stories about how the relationship between the couple is not good.

Song Luan felt that it was no big deal. Her reputation was not good anywhere anyway, and as long as she was thick-skinned enough, nothing would matter.

Although the maid was surprised, she still had her doubts. She had been with the young lady since she was ten years old. The young lady had a spoiled temper and was easily emotional. She would not listen to anyone's advice. She had a clear distinction between likes and dislikes. If she liked someone, she liked him, and if she disliked someone, she would dislike him for the rest of her life. She used to feel annoyed just by looking at her brother-in-law, but she has changed a lot in recent days. She rarely quarrels with her brother-in-law and is even willing to go back with him to celebrate her father-in-law's birthday.

In fact, she just mentioned it and didn't dare to think that Song Luan would agree.

But it’s better to agree to it. In the past three years, the young lady and her husband went to the Song Mansion one after another and never lived together.

During breakfast, Song Luan asked her, "Where did Zhao Nanyu stay last night?"

"My uncle has returned to the front yard."

She said "oh" and said nothing more.

When it was almost time for lunch, Shige suddenly appeared in her yard on his short legs, with no one following him. In the spring sun, the little guy's face was crystal white under the sunlight. He seemed unhappy and pouted slightly.

Song Luan was startled by Shi Ge'er. She squatted down, looked at him at eye level, met his clear eyes, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shi Ge'er took two steps forward, but he lost his balance and seemed to be about to jump into her arms. Song Luan hurried to catch him, only to find that Shi Ge'er's shoes were on the wrong way. She couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong? You put your shoes on the wrong way."

The child's face flushed red when she smiled at him. He was so embarrassed that he lay in her arms and asked awkwardly, "Are you sick?"

Shi Ge'er still couldn't call her mother, and his tone was respectful but unfamiliar.

He heard this from his father this morning after he finished writing the words his father asked him to write. After that, he felt listless and even toys seemed boring to him.

Just now I asked my father awkwardly if he could come over and take a look? After getting permission, he immediately put on his shoes and boots and ran over here.

Maybe because he was anxious or because of something else, he even put his shoes on the wrong way.

Song Luan touched his face and pinched it lightly, "Oh, you know everything. I'm fine, don't worry." In front of the child, she began to talk more unconsciously, unlike when she was with Zhao Nanyu, where he asked one question and she answered one, and she even wished that both of them were mute and no one spoke.

She didn't care about Shige'er's wishes, she just picked him up and asked, "Have you had lunch? Do you want to eat with me?"

Shi Geer nodded shyly, and replied softly, "Yes."

He stretched out his little hands and hugged her neck for the first time, and Song Luan took the opportunity to pick him up. It was a rare scene for mother and son to have such a comfortable and harmonious feeling.

When Zhao Nanyu came over, the maids had just set the table for the meal, and Song Luan didn't expect that he would come over without even saying hello.

Shi Ge'er sat upright and called out "father" obediently.

Zhao Nanyu rubbed his head, then turned his gaze to Song Luan's face and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Her gaze was so focused that it was difficult for him not to notice it.

Song Luan coughed twice and shook her head, "Nothing." She put down her chopsticks, her heart was beating fast, she gritted her teeth, raised her head, looked proud, and said in a stiff tone: "My father's birthday is in two days, you come back with me!"

Song Luan didn't want to bring this up actively, as it would seem awkward. But there is no way. If she doesn't say it, Zhao Nanyu will not bring it up on his own initiative.

If she wanted to say it, she had to say it fiercely.

Zhao Nanyu chuckled, the corners of his lips slightly raised. He looked even more handsome when he smiled than when he didn't.

His eyes made Song Luan feel uneasy. Just when she thought he was going to do something, he responded with a "Okay."

The author has something to say: A-Luan: I’m super fierce.

Ayu: Yes, yes, yes, yes