Yang Ruoyun stayed in the Zhao family for half a month and had almost no sense of presence. She stayed low-key beside Mrs. Zhao San, never going out of the main door or the secondary door, and kept to herself.

Yang Ruoyun had light makeup on her face. She had delicate features and was gentle and charming. A gentle smile hung on the corner of her mouth. The smile was appropriate and just right. She walked in slowly and called her softly, "Cousin."

Song Luan knew that Yang Ruoyun was a very smart woman who could see the situation clearly and had strategy and courage. She pretended to be calm and asked directly, "Miss San, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Yang Ruoyun seemed not to see the displeasure on her face, and pretended not to hear the hostility in her words. This cousin's wife was always unfriendly to everyone. She had seen it in the past few years, and she had also long since mastered the skill of keeping a straight face.

She smiled and said, "My aunt heard that my cousin's wife and my cousin seem to have had some conflicts these days. She was worried, but she couldn't come to ask, so she had to ask me to come and persuade you."

Song Luan knew that many people in the Zhao Mansion were keeping an eye on the two of them, and they would know everything if there was any movement. Besides, the Zhao Mansion is so small that the news in their room cannot be concealed.

It's not surprising that the couple have a bad relationship, it's the norm. The reason why the third lady is worried this time is, firstly, the old lady is still waiting for her granddaughter-in-law to give birth to another child, to wish for more children and more blessings; secondly, the third lady herself is also worried. The couple obviously got along well before and were willing to sleep together, but in the past few days, she doesn't know why they are becoming as cold as before.

Song Luan snorted, looking stubborn and unyielding, "There's nothing to persuade."

Yang Ruoyun smiled and said, "Cousin, please don't be angry with your cousin. There is no overnight hatred between husband and wife. If your cousin is angry with you this time, you should give in to him. Men are easy to please."

It sounded like Yang Ruoyun was doing this for her own good, but in fact, every word she said hit the nail on the head. The supporting actress was worthy of being the supporting actress, and her ability to sow discord was first-rate. The original owner had a proud personality, and it was impossible for her to take the initiative to reconcile with Zhao Nanyu, let alone be humble and submissive to coax that man.

Song Luan pretended to be angry and glared at her coldly, with a strong disdain in the corners of her eyes. She raised her chin and deliberately said, "Submit? Why should I submit to him? Why should I coax him? It's ridiculous."

Yang Ruoyun lowered her eyes, her lips curled slightly, then she took two steps forward, took her arm intimately, and comforted her worriedly, "Cousin, let's take a step back. Even if it was my cousin's fault, you shouldn't be angry with him for so long. He's busy enough on weekdays. I see that he has lost a lot of weight."

Song Luan silently pushed her hand away, looked at her disdainfully, crossed her arms and said, "Do you mean that I should just swallow my anger?"

"Of course not, but my cousin is a quiet person who doesn't know how to coax people, so I have to let my cousin's wife down to avoid worrying my aunt again."

Her words sounded so nice. At first glance, every word was for her, as if she was worried that she would not live well or suffer losses. But if you think about it carefully, if these words fell into the ears of the original owner, they would all be explosive.

Song Luan's face was tense, and her expression did not ease at all. Her tone was very bad, "Unfair? Why should I be wronged?" She raised the corners of her eyes slightly, staring at Yang Ruoyun sharply, pretending to be impatient, and said casually: "You don't have to persuade me anymore, I do whatever I want. If you are worried that your cousin will be angry, you can go and persuade him instead of persuading me."

Yang Ruoyun looked aggrieved and bit her lip as she said, "I talked too much. If that's the case, I won't bother you any more."

She slowly walked out of Song Luan's yard, her pretty face expressionless, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, looking very happy. This Song Luan is still as annoying as ever. She thought Song Luan had changed for the better a few days ago, but it turns out he was just pretending to be like that for others to see. It is difficult to change one's nature. It would be best for Song Luan to never reconcile with Zhao Nanyu in her life. She would watch Song Luan push herself to her own death little by little.

Song Luan is not worthy of Zhao Nanyu at all. Apart from her better looks, how can she compare to her in character and knowledge?

It was a coincidence that Yang Ruoyun ran into Zhao Nanyu who had just returned home on the long corridor just after leaving Huaishuiju. Seeing the person she had been thinking about day and night, her heart beat faster than usual. She walked up to him with a red face and bowed politely, "Cousin."

Zhao Nanyu said indifferently, "Third sister."

Yang Ruoyun looked at him lovingly, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Did your cousin just come back?"

"Um."

"I..." She suddenly said, "What a coincidence, I just came out from my cousin's wife's place."

Zhao Nanyu had no patience to deal with her. He was not familiar with this distant cousin and had only met her a few times. In his impression, she was a quiet and sensible girl, obedient and sensible, no different from an ordinary lady from a wealthy family.

But when he heard Song Luan, he immediately became interested and asked with interest: "What do you want to do with her?"

He remembered that apart from having a better relationship with Gu Shuang, Song Luan's relationships with other women were not very good. They either quarreled or pulled each other's hair. Song Luan never liked his distant cousin very much, so how could she be able to talk to him?

Yang Ruoyun would not miss any opportunity. She hesitated and said, "My aunt asked me to come and persuade my cousin's wife." She frowned and said, "Cousin, please don't blame my cousin's wife. She is just ignorant, so she has a bad temper."

Zhao Nanyu laughed when he heard it, "What?"

"Isn't it? Auntie said you two seemed to have had a quarrel and you haven't talked properly for several days. I..."

Zhao Nanyu interrupted her with a cold smile, "We didn't quarrel. Tell mother not to worry." After a pause, he continued with a smile, "Your cousin's wife is quite cute when she loses her temper. Of course I won't blame her."

Yang Ruoyun was confused after hearing this. This was completely different from what she thought? ! How could this happen? Shouldn’t my cousin hate that woman? !

She hadn't come back to her senses yet, and when she did, she realized that she had grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve. The man in front of her had cold eyes, and he brushed her hand away coldly. His smile was even more terrifying than not smiling. "You don't need to care about what happens between me and her. If you've had enough of staying in the capital, I can have someone send you back to Jiangnan."

Yang Ruoyun's eyes turned red, and she reacted very quickly, saying timidly, "I was abrupt, please don't blame me, cousin."

Zhao Nanyu glanced at her, said nothing more, turned around and left.

Yang Ruoyun gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, feeling extremely angry. She didn't know when Zhao Nanyu had been so tolerant towards Song Luan? ! Is it just because she is beautiful?

Song Luan over there didn't know about their situation yet, and Shi Ge'er in the room woke up not long after he fell asleep. The child had just woken up and his face was still hazy and stupid, so he let her help him put on his clothes and shoes.

Shi Ge'er smelled the faint fragrance coming from his mother and stretched out his hands to hug her. Song Luan laughed softly and held her in her arms. Shi Ge'er put his arms around her neck, and his whole body seemed to be hanging on her.

The first thing Zhao Nanyu saw when he came in was her coaxing the child. He was stunned for a moment, and asked unhappily, "Why is Shige'er here? Shouldn't he be practicing calligraphy at this hour?"

Song Luan heard it but pretended not to hear it. She turned her back to him and lowered her head to coax the child in her arms.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, the flickering candlelight reflected on his fair face. He slightly lowered his chin, with an expression of surprise. He walked up to Shi Ge'er. Since Song Luan refused to leave him, he asked Shi Ge'er, saying two words, "Speak."

Shi Ge'er looked up with his confused face, staring blankly at his father who suddenly appeared. His voice was so low that if you didn't listen carefully you wouldn't hear it at all, "I begged my uncle to bring me here."

Zhao Nanyu had no expression on his face. "Come down."

Shi Ge'er pinched Song Luan's collar tightly, then slowly let go. The child was unable to resist his father's authority, and was about to use his hands and feet to climb down from his mother, but was suddenly hugged again.

Song Luan held him tightly and looked up at Zhao Nanyu. Although she didn't want to talk to him, she was afraid of him.

She sniffed. "Why are you taking it out on the child? Come at me."

Zhao Nanyu smiled, his thumb gently stroked her delicate cheek, and finally landed on her chin, gently lifting her chin, "Can you bear my anger?"

His tone was extremely low and cold. Song Luan felt a chill on her back and trembled in her heart. It was not that she was easily frightened, but the male protagonist's aura was too strong. His dark eyes made her feel cold all over.

She turned her face away, looking angrily and silent. Because she really couldn't stand Zhao Nanyu's anger.

Shi Ge'er finally broke free from Song Luan's legs and stood in front of Zhao Nanyu obediently, admitting his mistake in a low voice, "Father, I did something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have come here to disturb my mother."

When his father left in the morning, he told him that he was not allowed to go there because he wanted his mother to recover well, but he couldn't help himself. As Shi Ge'er thought about it, his eyes turned red. He was strong enough not to cry out loud, but tears flowed down his cheeks.

Zhao Nanyu sighed, squatted down and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, "Don't do it again next time. Your mother has been in poor health recently, so don't ask her to hold you in the future."

Song Luan couldn't help but yelled at him, "I like it! What's it to you?"

Zhao Nanyu's eyes slowly moved to her face, and he asked word by word, as if thinking about something: "I can't control you? Huh?"

He patted Shi Ge'er's head, called a maid in, and told her to carry Shi Ge'er back to the front yard.

There were only two of them in the bedroom. Song Luan shrank back, yelled at him impulsively, and then closed her mouth.

Zhao Nanyu had already reached his limit after enduring her deliberate neglect for so many days. He walked towards the woman huddled in the corner step by step.