Lu Yanqing glanced at Zhang Ruyu, whose injuries had worsened, but whose gaze was now fixed intently on Lu Yanqing.
Lu Yanqing turned his head slightly and nodded.
"It's alright, Young Master Zhuang can just discipline your younger brother properly."
Lu Yanqing reached out and tugged at Wen Nan's sleeve.
"Farewell."
Lu Yanqing pulled Wen Nan past Zhuang Ru.
Zhuang Ru looked at the person walking past him and said, "Anan, it's been a long time."
Wen Nan was slightly taken aback. She frowned, disliking the way she was addressed.
It's kind of annoying...
"My name is Wen Nan," Wen Nan emphasized, turning his head to the side.
“I’ve called you that since I was a child. If Anan doesn’t like it… I’ll change it.” Zhuang Ru’s lips curled into a smile.
Wen Nan turned his head to the side with a smile on his lips.
“Young Master Zhuang, I mind, and my husband will mind too. If we absolutely must use a different form of address…”
"Why don't you call me Mrs. Lu?"
Upon hearing Wen Nan's words, Zhuang Ru was stunned, and Lu Yanqing, who was standing next to him, was also slightly taken aback.
Zhuang Ru frowned. Wen Nan seemed a little strange; he didn't look like he used to be.
Zhuang Ru smiled as he watched Lu Yanqing's hand tug at Wen Nan's clothes.
He nodded with a smile and said, "Madam Lu."
Wen Nan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Lord Zhuang, you should discipline your younger brother properly. Casually causing trouble for others is not the behavior of a young master like you."
"We will definitely discipline them strictly," Zhuang Ru said firmly.
Wen Nan and Lu Yanqing walked to the city gate, and luckily the oxcart hadn't left yet.
Lu Yanqing didn't ask any more questions, and Wen Nan naturally didn't say anything more either.
Sitting on the oxcart, Wen Nan tilted her head slightly and stretched out her fair hand. "Husband, take a look at my hand. Is something missing?"
A cold wind blew in, and Wen Nan, as always, shamelessly clung to Lu Yanqing's arm, with half of Lu Yanqing's cloak draped over Wen Nan's shoulders.
Lu Yanqing looked at his pale hands and pondered for a moment.
It seems there's no clue.
"What's missing?" the man asked in a clear, melodious voice.
"Take my husband's hand." As soon as Wen Nan finished speaking, she reached out and placed her hand on Lu Yanqing's hand.
Lu Yanqing's hands are long and slender with distinct joints; from holding a calligraphy brush for a long time, her fingertips have developed thin calluses.
Wen Nan's pampered hands were as smooth as tofu. They seemed almost too hot to handle…
Lu Yanqing immediately withdrew his hand.
He turned his head away uncomfortably, the hood of his cloak obscuring Lu Yanqing's bright red ears. The pent-up frustration that had inexplicably arisen in his heart vanished without him noticing.
"My lord, I am so cold." The woman's voice was soft and weak, and her eyes seemed to hold the celestial Jade Pool, filled with the nectar of the Jade Pool.
It's somewhat seductive.
Lu Yanqing turned her head away from Wen Nan's eyes.
"Didn't I give you the hot water bottle?" He turned his face away. His voice was like a mountain stream, soothing and comforting.
"But it's still cold." Wen Nan pursed her lips.
Lu Yanqing put her hands inside her clothes.
...
There were only four people on the oxcart at night, and although there was a cold wind, everyone was deaf in the quiet space.
The interaction between Wen Nan and Lu Yanqing was observed by the two people in the same car.
Yang Sheng turned his head away, letting the howling cold wind blow against his face, and he regained his senses.
Lu Yanqing is so lucky to have gotten into the best academy, and now he even has a beautiful wife by his side.
How come he's so lucky?
The scholar in the same carriage glanced at the two men in front of him and then turned away.
Should single people have to endure such humiliation?
He couldn't take it anymore.
A cold wind blew in, and he faced the chilly wind, hoping it would help him clear his head.
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