Chapter 80 Snow on the Eaves (3) Deep Kiss
Wen Yao came to his senses. He hadn't expected Yan Huinan to intervene in such a rude way. He even resorted to using his uncle's connections.
But Wen Yao wasn't an inexperienced child, so this sudden incident didn't throw him for a loop. He quickly regained his composure, looking at the relaxed Yan Huinan and replying, "Yes, I saw him the day he came to Baixia. I didn't expect Brother Yan to actually know my uncle."
What he meant was that he didn't expect Yan Huinan to spare no effort and even use such a complicated relationship and was unwilling to give up easily.
Yan Huinan replied politely, "Yes. But there are so many unexpected things in the world. I didn't expect that I would meet Master Wen in this way."
After Yan Huinan finished speaking, he asked Zhan Siyan, "Madam Wen, I spoke with Lord Wang before I came here, but he never mentioned that Master Wen was married. When did Master Wen marry?"
Seeing him ask so directly, Wen Yao was afraid that his mother would deny it.
But Zhan Siyan thought Wen Yao's marriage was a family matter, not something to be shared with outsiders, so she only said vaguely, "Yes, it was recently decided, and the wedding is still being planned. However, there's been no auspicious date for a while, so I'm afraid it will have to be postponed. I'm afraid we won't be able to enjoy Young Master Yan's wedding banquet in time."
Yan Huinan looked at Xie Yun with a burning gaze. Was Xie Yun really planning to marry this man?
What was the point of their marriage then? Could the past be written off by pretending not to know him?
As long as they had not divorced, she could not marry another man.
"Is that so..." Yan Huinan suppressed the bitterness in his heart. "I will certainly not miss such a happy event. I am not afraid of waiting. When the time comes, I will definitely present you with a generous gift to congratulate you two."
He seemed to be torturing himself. He had to wait until Xie Yun threw all the cruel facts in front of him and stabbed his heart until it bled. Only then could he convince himself to let go.
As long as Xie Yun showed a little bit of emotion, even if it was just looking at him a little more, or giving him even a little bit of hope, he would not give up.
He was waiting for that look stubbornly.
Just one glance would be enough. As long as Xie Yun gave him that extra glance, he could hold on.
Zhan Siyan was in a dilemma, speechless for a moment. Her words were merely a way of complying with Wen Yao's wishes, but she didn't really want Wen Yao to marry Xie Yun as his wife. However, as a concubine, she was more suitable than anyone else.
After all, Zhan Siyan admired Xie Yun's abilities. However, someone with an unknown background like her couldn't possibly be Wen Yao's legal wife.
When Xie Yun came in, Zhan Siyan's gaze lingered carefully on Yan Huinan and Xie Yun. She always felt that this suddenly appearing Yan Li was not as simple as he seemed.
As he spoke, his eyes frequently fell on Xie Yun.
Perhaps his arrival was related to Xie Yun. However, since he was sent by the Wang family of Langya, Zhan Siyan had no choice but to treat him like a guest of honor.
"Since Brother Yan is so enthusiastic, we will discuss the wedding date and start preparations. By then, I hope Brother Yan will not go back on his word and must come to have a drink at the wedding." As he said this, Wen Yao held Xie Yun's slender waist with his hand, secretly declaring his sovereignty to Yan Huinan.
Xie Yun couldn't help but tremble at Wen Yao's sudden embrace, and subconsciously wanted to move away. But facing Yan Huinan's gaze, she had to play the whole show, so she endured it and let Wen Yao's hand wrap around her waist.
Later, Wen Yao took Xie Yun to deliver the gifts she had prepared, and then found a reason to take Xie Yun away.
On the way back to Wen Yao's courtyard, Xie Yun asked in a low voice: "The wedding you just mentioned, are we really going to have a wedding?"
She had no intention of really marrying Wen Yao.
The direction of things has been somewhat beyond her expectations. If she really kowtows three times and kowtows nine times, and pays homage to heaven and earth and performs all the formalities, are she and Wen Yao really going to be husband and wife?
She had never thought about, and could not imagine, what it would be like for her to live with Wen Yao.
Wen Yao could clearly sense the resistance in Xie Yun's words, so he could only say, "It's just an act, sister. Are you scared?"
"What?"
Wen Yao: "Are you afraid that I'll turn this into reality?"
Under the cool moonlight, shadows of trees rustled in the wind. Xie Yun couldn't see Wen Yao's expression, but his face was only a fist away from hers. Xie Yun couldn't help but step back and swallow.
"Wen Yao, we..." Her voice was light and a little weak.
She hadn't expected to feel a sense of oppression in front of a man a few years younger than her. She had always treated Wen Yao like an older sister, treating him like Xie Run. She cared for him, cared for him, but always with the authority of an older sister.
Wen Yao's throat choked, and she laughed, "Don't worry, sister. I won't use this to threaten you."
Everything was his own will. No matter how this play ended, he was happy with it. But he would fight for the ending. Even if Xie Yun didn't choose anyone in the end, he would have the reason and the right to stay by Xie Yun's side forever.
At least, more qualified than that man.
"But you have to have a home, don't you? Have you ever thought about it? If you want to take Yan Lang back, will you take him with you alone? He has to have a father, so that he won't be looked down upon..."
But before Wen Yao could finish his words, Xie Yun interrupted him, "That's enough, Wen Yao."
Wen Yao knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake and give in.
He touched Xie Yun's sore spot.
"I know you mean well. But how do you know I can't do it alone?"
"I did not mean that."
Xie Yun nodded, took a step back, and kept some distance from Wen Yao. "Go back. I'll think about Yan Lang's matter carefully. No matter what, I will always remember what you did for me today. If you need me in the future, I will definitely not refuse."
What is destination?
Is marriage, marrying a certain man, or even a man with a promising future, courage and wisdom, the destiny? But life is so long, and there are so many variables.
Men are the most unreliable things in the world.
Xie Yun has never believed that marrying a "good" man means she has found her home.
On the contrary, being alone makes her feel more at ease. She is capable and wise, and nothing in this world can stump her.
"I was wrong." Wen Yao finally compromised.
The two continued walking back. When they were about to reach the yard, Wen Yao suddenly heard some strange sounds, the rustling of leaves.
There was a rustling sound. Wen Yao immediately closed the distance between him and Xie Yun and whispered, "Wait a minute, sister. There's someone here."
Xie Yun immediately looked around carefully, but found nothing. "Who is it?"
Wen Yao leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. But just as he was about to get close, he turned his head slightly, blocking his view from behind.
Looking from the side behind, it looked like he was kissing Xie Yun.
"It seems someone is following us." Wen Yao's voice was close at hand. "Sister, I'll bear with you for a moment. Let's get on with the show."
Xie Yun thought he was talking about Yan Huinan's people. She also matched Wen Yao's actions, raising her hand to touch Wen Yao's shoulder, with an ambiguous and charming gesture. However, Xie Yun did not feel any ripples in her heart because of the ambiguous gesture between her and Wen Yao.
She only regarded it as a task, and her whole mind was focused on who it was and how to complete this task.
For a long time, the only sound in Xie Yun's ears was the rustling of branches and leaves.
Wen Yao then slowly let go of Xie Yun. His voice was hoarse and his mind was a little confused: "It should be fine now."
Xie Yun nodded, "Well, that's good."
As soon as the two separated, a servant hurried in and said to Wen Yao in a panic, "Master! Master, something has happened. The new batch of goods arrived today and was supposed to be unloaded tonight. But County Magistrate Cao brought people to seize our cargo ship and cargo overnight. They said our cargo ship is harboring fugitives from the imperial court. Master, you, you better go and take a look!"
Hearing this, Wen Yao's expression changed immediately. He frowned, "Nonsense! How could such a thing happen?"
"I don't know either, but it seems like a strange person was really caught from the boat." The servant didn't know what was going on.
This batch of goods contained silk, spices, and treasures shipped from Persia. If this batch of goods was seized, the Wen family would have a huge financial shortfall.
The situation was urgent, and Wen Yao needed to go and check what had happened in person.
"Don't worry, I'll go and take a look with you." Xie Yun said quickly.
Wen Yao shook his head and soothed her, "It's okay, sister. I can handle this. You've been working hard all day, so go get some rest. County Magistrate Cao used to often resort to such schemes to make money, and this time will be no exception. I'll go and find out the whole story, as well as the origins of this fugitive, and prove that he wasn't brought aboard by one of our men."
Xie Yun nodded, "If there is any problem, send someone back to let me know."
"Well, don't worry." Wen Yao emphasized, "Sister, don't treat me like a child anymore. If you can't even handle this little thing, how can you take over the entire Wen family in the future?"
After Wen Yao left, Xie Yun walked into the yard with a worried look on her face.
Wen Yao's yard was large and well-maintained, with many plants planted in the front yard. In particular, there was a fragrant osmanthus tree that looked to be about ten years old, its branches half as thick as Xie Yun's waist.
At night, a gust of wind blew, and golden osmanthus flowers fluttered and fell like rain, and the rich fragrance penetrated into Xie Yun's nose.
In an instant, Xie Yun was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace by a strong and powerful hand.
The man pushed her into a hidden corner behind the osmanthus tree, her back pressed against the cold and rough wall.
Before Xie Yun could react, someone hugged her tightly. The person had the cool air and fragrance of night dew on him.
Even more intense was the strong aroma of medicine.
Xie Yun's heart suddenly stopped, and after that, the man's cold kisses fell on her closely.
Her heart also tightened and then began to beat wildly.
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