Song Luan was dragged onto the bed by him in a daze. The man was silent, tore off her clothes, and clasped her waist with his slightly cold fingers, each time heavier than the last.

Song Luan was not as strong as him, and after groaning a few times but getting no response, she gave up resisting, desperately hoping that he would be gentler this time. However, no matter how gentle Zhao Nanyu looked on weekdays, he was a completely different person in bed, being very rough and unlike him.

Moreover, Song Luan discovered his bad taste. Zhao Nanyu would not give up until he forced her to shed two tears for mercy. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Song Luan scratched his back fiercely with her nails, sobbing and telling him to get out.

Zhao Nanyu smiled, in a good mood. He lowered his head and kissed the tears on her cheeks. He seemed to sigh and asked, "Do you like me?"

Song Luan rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, and said without thinking: "I like it."

There was no trace of love in those two dry words. Zhao Nanyu was actually angered by her self-righteous and perfunctory attitude and laughed. He knew he couldn't get anything out of her, but he still didn't give up.

Song Luan slept very soundly and did not wake up until dawn. What's rare is that Zhao Nanyu is still at home at this time. He doesn't talk much on weekdays, and when the couple is together, no one usually talks. So Song Luan had long been accustomed to silence.

After breakfast, Mrs. Zhao San sent someone to invite the two of them to have lunch together.

It was also because of good things that the Third Lady called Zhao Nanyu. It was not easy to be a stepmother. She was not close to Zhao Nanyu over the years, but she was considerate in all aspects and maintained a very appropriate distance.

It turned out that Zhao Wenyan had the good fortune to study in Yueshan Academy this year. The teachers of the academy are famous scholars in the capital. They only recruit three or four students every year, and the places are very precious. Zhao Wenyan is still young, and now he is studying with a famous teacher, so he is not afraid of failing the imperial examination in the future.

This was indeed a good thing. No wonder Mrs. Zhao San had a bright smile on her face when Song Luan arrived. After getting along with her for a few times, Song Luan found that Mrs. Zhao San had a soft temper and was easy to get along with, and treated everyone well.

Zhao Wenyan was dressed in green, with his jet-black hair tied up high. He looked very young and imposing, standing under the tree with his chin raised proudly. When he saw Song Luan, he snorted with disdain. Song Luan was used to it. This child always had this expression on his face every time he saw her, as arrogant as a peacock, not even looking people in the eye.

Zhao Nanyu blocked her body intentionally or unintentionally, took her little hand in an intimate manner, and the two of them walked into the house together with their fingers interlocked. Mrs. Zhao San was very pleased to see that the two of them had a good relationship.

A harmonious family is the key to success. Both of the children are fine, which saves her trouble.

The maids had already started serving the dishes, but Third Master Zhao had not returned yet. Several people were sitting in the room talking. Most of the time, it was Third Madam and Song Luan who were talking. Zhao Nanyu listened silently and rarely spoke.

After a while, Mr. Zhao San came late. He went back to the house to change his clothes before coming out. Zhao Nanyu took this time to go outside. Zhao Wenyan was still standing under the tree with a defiant look. His facial features had lost some of their youthfulness and looked a lot more heroic.

He knew that Zhao Wenyan failed the exam, and he also knew that he made a fuss afterwards. But from beginning to end, Zhao Nanyu never stood up and said any words of comfort to his younger brother. It is a good thing for boys to suffer some setbacks. Later, he also heard what Song Luan said to him, and Ayan was actually inspired to work hard.

Zhao Nanyu walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "Ayan."

Zhao Wenyu still had a stern face, "Second brother."

Zhao Nanyu loved his younger brother A Yan very much, and would still protect him if anything happened. He smiled gently, "You will go to the academy to study in a few days."

Zhao Wenyan nodded, "Yeah."

"Be modest and calm, and learn from Mr. Du, okay?"

"I know." He hesitated, thought for a moment and finally said, "But I don't want to stay in the academy."

Mr. Du required all students to live in the college.

Zhao Nanyu thought that this brother's naivety really came from his mother, "Then don't go."

Zhao Wenyan closed his mouth and said nothing. If he really didn't go, his mother would beat him to death. Besides, after what happened this year, he didn't dare to be as willful as before.

Zhao Nanyu put his hands behind his back and looked at the fallen leaves calmly. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Ayan, do you have a girl you like?"

Zhao Wenyan's whole body tensed up, his heart tightened, and he wanted to clench his hand into a fist under his sleeve, but then his five fingers loosened. For a moment, he couldn't even make a sound. At that moment, Song Luan's face flashed through his mind. That short moment was enough to make him uncomfortable for a long time.

He felt like there was something stuck in his throat and lowered his head, "No."

Zhao Nanyu knew about the time when Song Luan had hooked up with him in the past, but seeing that his brother was disgusted at the time, he didn't take it to heart.

But he heard someone tell him yesterday that Zhao Wenyan seemed to treat Song Luan differently. He could sit down and talk with her calmly, and could resist making sarcastic remarks easily.

Zhao Nanyu had a sharp intuition, and he really didn't like Song Luan talking to other men. Even if that man was his younger brother, even if they were just talking, he would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

He is just very jealous. Even though he knows nothing will happen just by talking about it, he still can't do it.

I can only talk to him, and it would be best if he is the only one in my eyes.

Zhao Nanyu closed his eyes, the gentle wind brushed across his cheeks. He thought of her delicate and frail appearance, her eyes full of water. The corners of his lips slightly lifted, and then he opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Wenyan meaningfully and said, "You are almost at the age of marriage. If there is a girl you like, you must tell your mother, and she will definitely help you."

Zhao Wenyan's voice was much lower, and it was not difficult to hear the disappointment in it. He didn't even dare to look up at his second brother, "Yeah."

"Come in, father is back."

"good."

Mr. Zhao Sanye was in a good mood today. He did not show any displeasure when he saw his eldest son whom he did not like very much. He spoke to Zhao Nanyu in a friendly tone for once, "Have you settled the matter in Quzhou?"

"It's done."

"As long as there is no trouble."

Song Luan held the chopsticks, feeling a little uncomfortable. It seemed that except her, no one else in the family knew that Zhao Nanyu was injured. He himself didn't say anything, and now that his father took the initiative to ask about it, he refused to mention it and then play the victim.

Third Master Zhao swallowed a mouthful of strong liquor, grinned, and looked at his two sons with a smile, especially the youngest son who had been in his heart since he was a child, and said: "Both of you brothers should show some pride for me, and don't embarrass our Zhao family when you go out." His loving eyes turned completely to Zhao Wenyan, and continued: "Ayan was chosen by Du Daru to be a student this time, which really made me proud. Du Daru can speak in front of the emperor, Ayan, you must seize the opportunity, understand?"

Zhao Wenyan frowned. He just didn't like his father saying these things in front of his second brother. "Dad, I know what's going on. Besides, I'm going to study, not to curry favor with people."

Besides, Mr. Du certainly doesn't like snobs who curry favor with the powerful.

Seeing that his beloved son didn't want to talk about it anymore, Mr. Zhao stopped talking immediately, "Okay, okay, Dad won't say it anymore."

Song Luan pretended not to hear anything and lowered her head to concentrate on eating the food in front of her. Zhao Nanyu put two pieces of crystal clear meat into her bowl and said, "Eat it."

Song Luan is a carnivore, and the taste of the Zhao family's food is really not to her taste. The soup is watery, with no oil or spiciness. She didn't expect that Zhao Nanyu could be so considerate.

During the meal, Song Luan was only focused on eating. She didn't even have to pick up the dishes herself. Zhao Nanyu did everything for her. This man seemed very happy to do this and didn't seem impatient at all.

She didn't say a word and minimized her presence. Mr. Zhao Sanye also disliked his daughter-in-law. He never even looked at her from beginning to end and simply ignored her.

Zhao Wenyan was not of age, and Mr. Zhao Sanye did not allow him to drink, so he asked Zhao Nanyu to drink two glasses with him.

By the time Mr. Zhao San had drunk his fill, it was already late, so he was finally willing to put down his glass and let someone help him down while he was drunk.

Zhao Nanyu wasn't much better, her ears were red, but her complexion didn't show it, her skin was whiter than snow, and she kept a straight face and didn't smile, yet she still looked like a noble and inviolable fairy.

He and Song Luan did not plan to stay any longer. Before leaving, Mrs. Zhao San suddenly called her over, looked at her with complicated eyes, and said worriedly, "Aluan, I see that you don't look well."

Song Luan subconsciously touched her cheek, "Ah? Really? I think I'm fine."

Mrs. Zhao San continued, "You look a little haggard, and your face is too pale. If you don't know, you might think you are sick."

Song Luan smiled awkwardly. She had been fine these past few days, and she wasn't feeling any pain or dizziness. "Maybe I put on too much makeup today, so I look pale."

The Third Madam was still worried, so she asked someone to bring out the tonics she had prepared and handed them to her, "Take these tonics. A woman's body cannot stand being abused. Shi Ge'er is still waiting for you to give him a brother or sister."

Zhao Nanyu intercepted the supplements halfway, thanked the third lady, and left taking Song Luan's hand.

Song Luan thought that this tonic probably couldn't enter her stomach. Sure enough, when she returned to her yard, Zhao Nanyu threw the tonic in her hand to the servant and said lightly, "Throw it away."

Look, look, Zhao Nanyu's dominance as the male protagonist is fully demonstrated.

Tsk, that's annoying.

Zhao Nanyu suddenly hugged her and buried his face in her neck. The heat from his breath made her feel itchy. She heard him say, "I'll find you what you want to eat. Don't eat what others give you."

You can only eat what he gives you.

Song Luan was speechless. She didn't even dare to touch what he gave her! ?

Zhao Nanyu smelled slightly of alcohol. He raised his face and lightly stroked her facial features with his fingertips. He looked at her deeply with his dark eyes and smiled a little bit. Maybe the alcohol was taking effect, he said, "Do you know? A Yan likes you."

That was his own brother, too innocent and too young, and he could see through the thoughts hidden in the boy's eyes.