Cheng Lang glanced at her. His expression was no longer as gentle and indifferent as before, but rather cold.
"What's wrong?" He handed the untied leather belt to the girl.
Xie Yun pursed her lips slightly: "You didn't come back, and I was bored at home. Apart from fighting with my sister-in-law, there was nothing else to do..."
"Oh, right, I heard something happened to Wei Yining, the third wife of the Luo family," Xie Yun continued. "She was said to be seriously ill. That day, my aunt brought a few of us to visit her, but the Luo family refused to let anyone in. Everyone who went to see her was turned away, and yet the Duke of Yingguo's mansion didn't send anyone to check on her... We all secretly speculated that Wei Yining had met with an accident and might have passed away."
Luo Shenyuan's social circle in Beijing is too wide, and he probably wants to become Paul Yining's wife, but truth will come out sooner or later.
Cheng Lang sneered when he heard this: "If Wei Yining died, shouldn't you be happy?"
Cheng Lang had never spoken to her like this before. So when Xie Yun looked at Cheng Lang's expression, she felt that he had seen through something.
Yes, she liked Luo Shenyuan. But in the past month or so, the person she thought about the most was Cheng Lang. How ridiculous! When she was about to marry Cheng Lang, she was extremely reluctant.
"What do you mean?" Xie Yun bit her lip and said, "I'm looking forward to your return, but you..."
Cheng Lang chuckled: "Are you looking forward to my return?"
This is interesting.
He took Xie Yun's hand, leaned down and asked slowly: "Come, tell me what you are looking forward to."
Under the gilded tent, a maid tiptoed down to carry the candlestick. Cheng Lang pressed against her, pressing her hand against his chest. Xie Yun turned her head away, her cheeks flushed. She followed the movement and put her arms around his neck. Finally, Cheng Lang stopped and leaned against Xie Yun's shoulder, gently stroking her long hair and asking, "Do you like me?"
"You are my husband, so of course I like you." Xie Yun said.
"A lot of people like me," Cheng Lang asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
Xie Yun shifted her body: "I know you used to keep a mistress at Qinghu Bridge... I know you have many female confidantes. But I know you have never been sincere to any of them..." Although Cheng Lang was a playboy and a playboy, at least she felt that Cheng Lang treated her a little differently from others.
"Okay." Cheng Lang just replied briefly and slowly let her go.
The maid brought in hot water for washing. Xie Yun got out of bed to bathe, and when she came back, she found he was already asleep. She sat beside him, gazing at his sleeping face for a long time.
*
When Luo Yining woke up the next day, the snow had cleared and the sky was clear. The weather was very good, a little warmer than the previous few days.
She dressed and got off her bed, moving around. Lu Jiaxue probably hadn't returned last night. She hadn't moved in days, so she needed a walk. Ever since she knew she was pregnant, she'd been much more cautious about her health. She'd just walked around the room twice when the maids carrying breakfast came in one after another, setting down a pot of goat's milk, a plate of cream cheese, a dish of sliced venison, and a plate of trough cakes.
Yining ate some trough cakes and drank two bowls of goat's milk. A maid came in and bowed, saying, "Madam, the Marquis is waiting for you outside."
What does he want to do? Why doesn't he just come in?
Luo Yining finished her last sip of goat's milk and walked out of the room. Lu Jiaxue stood on the bluestone path, which had been swept clean of snow. He was wearing a dark blue robe with a right-side opening and a black jade pendant hanging from his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for her to come over.
Lu Jiaxue heard the figure, turned around and said to her: "Yining, come over here."
He held her hand and walked on the stone path that had been cleared of snow. Yining looked at his back.
Many years ago, when they were still young, she didn't know the way to the Marquis's Mansion, so he took her by the hand to pay his respects to the Marquis's wife. Although Lu Jiaxue liked to tease her, he stayed by her side at this time, fearing that she would be bullied by the Lu family. So, Yi Ning liked all his teasing, because she knew she was under his wing.
In fact, in her husband's family, he is the only one she can trust. If her husband is also unreliable, it is very scary for a woman.
Lu Jiaxue stopped.
As expected, he brought himself to the main house where the marquis’ wife used to live!
Luo Yining walked slowly over. The place was already dilapidated. The former prosperity and extravagance, the vivid human life, were now only the peeling door paint and faded plaques. Moss sprouted from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, and snow piled on the path. She could even still remember the way Xie Min's fingers curled slightly as she served tea when everyone came to pay their respects, and the way her third sister-in-law raised her eyes, a hint of provocation, as she spoke. The Marquis's wife liked to use top-grade old mountain sandalwood, and every morning when she came, the house was filled with this light and elegant fragrance. Her face was always calm.
"Remember the first time you came to pay your respects? You were so nervous you almost knocked over Madam's incense burner..." Lu Jiaxue said. "I caught it for you from behind, and the incense burned my hands and gave you two blisters. You went back and applied ointment to me, feeling guilty as you did so."
Of course Luo Yining remembered, and then he said very seriously: "Since you feel bad, then you must remember what you owe me and repay me in the future."
She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"You should return it to me now." Lu Jiaxue said, "Yining, stop being angry with me. It's time for you to come back."
Stop being angry, it's time to come back.
Luo Yining walked to his side. She looked at the door lintel, and it was impossible for her not to be moved. "Lu Jiaxue, but all this is in the past..."
"Then what did I do wrong!" He suddenly grabbed her arm and said sternly, "What did I do? Luo Yining!" He forced out every word, squeezing her hand so hard that it seemed to break. Luo Yining could clearly see the bottomless pain in his eyes.
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