Chapter 103 Don’t Ignore Me
"Please come in! Please come in!" said the old lady, and she stood up and walked towards the door, unable to hide the joy in her eyes.
The door curtain was lifted, and Wen Ning walked in holding Xi Bao's hand.
Today she wore a light green satin gown with a hundred butterflies pattern, a moon-white bodice with cloud patterns on the outside, and a light yellow beaded sash around her waist.
There was only a pine, bamboo and plum hairpin inlaid with kingfisher feathers in her hair, and a pair of thin silver pendants hung by her ears, which flashed only a very faint light when she walked.
After all, I was going to the palace, so I didn't dare to dress too casually and be impolite, nor did I want to be too ostentatious and attract attention.
This outfit is both simple and appropriate, just right.
Wen Ning bowed to the old lady and the aunt in turn.
Xibao was well-behaved by her mother. Her little body was bent like a young seedling, and she called out in a baby voice, "Greetings to the old lady, greetings to the marquis, and greetings to my aunt."
The old lady waved her hand and said with a smile, "Oh, my dear Xibao, come quickly, I specially prepared your favorite green plum preserves for you."
Just when Xie Wan was about to get closer to take a closer look at her nephew, the old lady held him tightly in her arms, blocking her view. She couldn't help but feel both angry and amused.
When it was Wen Ning's turn to greet Xie Jinglan, he just bowed quickly without saying a word.
Xie Jinglan couldn't help but take two steps forward, his eyes glued to her lips, and saw that the scar had formed a light scab.
He was about to speak when Wen Ning deliberately took half a step back to keep some distance from him.
The atmosphere in the warm room suddenly became stagnant.
Seeing this, the old lady smiled and tried to smooth things over. She waved to Wen Ning and said, "Ning girl, come and sit down. Drink some of this freshly brewed Pu'er tea while it's hot to warm you up."
Wen Ning looked at the old lady and said softly, "Old lady, Princess Chen sent a letter yesterday, saying that she wanted Ning'er to stay at her mansion for a few days and talk about personal matters. Ning'er came here today to inform you of this."
The old lady looked at the Marquis, was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since Princess Chen has such intention, it would be good for her to go out and relax."
Wen Ning originally wanted to take Xi Bao with her, but seeing how the old lady was so fond of her that she didn't want to let go, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and said softly, "In that case, Xi Bao will be under the care of the old lady for a few days."
"Why bother?" The old lady hugged the little one tightly in her arms. "I'm just looking forward to having this child spend more time with me, an old woman."
The old lady had originally planned to make things clear today; the Marquisate owed this mother and son an explanation.
But seeing the strangeness between this girl and the Marquis, who even refused to make eye contact, the old lady swallowed her words again.
After all, it was her grandson who forced her to marry him, so it was normal for the girl to be angry. If she brought up the old matter now, it would only make things worse.
Anyway, he is in the Marquis' Mansion, so it doesn't matter if Xibao returns to his roots in a few days.
The old lady turned her gaze to her grandson and reminded him, "My Lord, have someone prepare some food and supplies for Ning. Be careful and take care of it. You will send her over in person."
Before Xie Jinglan could agree.
Wen Ningfu bowed and declined, "Old Madam, there's no need to bother. The palace's carriage was already waiting outside the palace when I arrived."
Seeing this, Xie Wan hurriedly took Wen Ning's hand and continued with a smile, "Even though the palace's carriage is here, you should let the Marquis take you there. Speaking of which, the princess is my husband's sister. Ning'er, remember to give my regards to the princess when she goes."
Having said this, if Wen Ning continued to refuse, it would seem hypocritical, so she could only nod slightly.
Xie Wan personally led her and Xie Jinglan out of the mansion, chatting and laughing all the way, until she saw the two of them stepping into the carriage side by side, then she smiled and waved goodbye.
The moment the curtain fell, the air in the car seemed to become a little quieter.
The carriage started moving quickly. Xie Jinglan knew that the two mansions were very close to each other and it would only take half an incense stick of time to arrive there.
Just now in the warm room, with the old lady and Xie Wan there, he didn't have the chance to say a word. Now that they were alone, he didn't want to waste even a single moment.
"Ning'er," he called softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ning shrank into the corner of the carriage like a frightened bird.
The man's heart seemed to be gripped by something, and a dense pain spread instantly.
He couldn't bear to see her evasive like this. The timidity hidden in her eyes made him more uncomfortable than direct resentment.
As soon as Wen Ning settled down in the corner, her wrist was grabbed by an angry force.
Xie Jinglan almost pulled her into his arms. Her shoulders hit his chest. She could feel his tense muscles through the fabric of his clothes, and she was so startled that she suddenly shrank her neck.
"Ning'er," his voice was very hoarse, and his hot breath rolled over her earlobe.
"Say something to me," he said, caressing the back of her neck with his palm, his fingertips trembling as they weaved into her scattered hair. "You can scold me, or get angry at me, but please don't ignore me like this. Are you trying to erase all the affection we once had by being so distant?"
Wen Ning was restrained and unable to move, and subconsciously bit her lower lip. The slight pain seemed to help her calm down a little.
But before her teeth touched her lips, her cheeks were pinched by his big hands.
The man's fingertips were covered with calluses, and he pinched her lips so hard that they were forced to lift up, forcing her teeth and lips apart.
The lips that were pushed up slightly were bulging, just like the mouth of a small goldfish spitting out tiny bubbles in a pond, revealing a bit of naiveté.
In the past, he would have been unable to resist and bent down to kiss her.
But he couldn't do that now, he was afraid of scaring her.
"Don't bite... Don't bite yourself anymore, okay?" The abused lips were glowing bright red, and now a little blood was seeping out because of his previous actions.
The man's heart suddenly softened again, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Seeing that she was pinching her cheeks and couldn't even utter a word, her eyes were wide open like a deer with tears in her eyes, he finally loosened his grip.
But as soon as his fingertips left her cheek, she felt a sharp stinging pain on the back of her hand. She took advantage of this opportunity and bit his palm hard.
Xie Jinglan groaned in pain from the pearly teeth digging into his flesh, but a secret joy filled his heart.
At least she was willing to bite him, which was a thousand times better than just turning a cold eye.
The man even subconsciously loosened his arms to allow her to bite harder.
But after a moment, Wen Ning tasted the sweet and fishy taste of blood on the tip of her tongue and suddenly loosened her teeth.
A pair of tearful peach blossom eyes were immersed in the water vapor. The grievances, resentments, and indescribable emotions that had been accumulated for a long time were all blocked in the throat, and not a single word could be uttered.
She suddenly buried her face in his chest, raised her clenched fist, and was about to hit his chest,
"My Lord, Miss, we have arrived at the palace."
The driver's announcement suddenly rang out, and Wen Ning struggled out of his arms like a frightened bird.
She hurriedly wiped away her tears with the corner of her sleeve, lifted the curtain and quickly got out of the carriage.
The carriage was suddenly mostly empty, with only Xie Jinglan left.
The veins on his forehead bulged and he was almost laughing with anger.
Seeing that beautiful figure disappear behind the palace's red gate, Xie Jinglan leaned heavily on the cushion.
The driver lifted the corner of the curtain and asked cautiously, "My Lord, would you like to go into the mansion and inform us now, or should I take you back here?"
Xie Jinglan stared at the tightly closed door, his knuckles clenched white in his knees, a sullen look still lingering on his face, yet the question made him even more furious.
A cold laugh escaped from his throat, his tone filled with gnashing hatred, "You drive your carriage so fast and steady!"
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