The waiter took the money and put it in his pocket, but before he could even warm it up, a scolding voice came from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
The servant's smile vanished instantly, and he stood stiff with fear.
"Brother Qingcha..."
The boy called Qingcha was the servant beside Young Master Yu, and he walked over with a cold face.
With a strong tug, the silver that the servant had just put into his pocket scattered all over the ground.
The servant cursed his bad luck inwardly, having been caught red-handed, and hurriedly tried to explain.
"Brother Qingcha, this is the money I saved up myself."
"You saved this yourself?" Qingcha picked up the money and squinted at her, questioning, "Then let me ask you, why did you hand the young master's clothes to Meng Qingluan just now?"
"I……"
The servant stammered and couldn't speak, not expecting that Qingcha had already seen it.
"You don't need to explain. I will make things clear to the young master. You don't need to serve him anymore."
The servant felt a sudden panic.
Qingcha turned away coldly, and the servant hurriedly knelt down and hugged his leg, begging for forgiveness.
"Brother Qingcha, I know I was wrong. Please don't tell the young master! My father will beat me to death if he finds out."
Qingcha kicked her away in disgust, and the servant girl let go in pain.
"Fool. How many chances have I given you, yet you repeatedly court death and seek this end."
"..."
The servant covered her face, glaring fiercely at Qingcha's departing figure.
Rather than be beaten to death, it's better to...
Qingcha's ears twitched slightly. He rummaged through his belt and then swung his right hand behind him.
"Well……"
The servant coughed up blood, and bright red blood gushed from his abdomen, flowing down the silver blade.
Qingcha sheathed his knife, and the servant collapsed limply to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, staring wide-eyed in death.
Without even turning her head, Qingcha walked past the brightly lit, bustling lobby and went straight up to the third floor, pushing open the door to her room.
There is only one room on the third floor, unlike the noisy and lewd Nanfeng Pavilion.
This place is extremely deserted.
Pushing open the door, one finds the room elegantly furnished, with a man sitting in a chair, flipping through documents.
"How did it go?"
The man kept flipping through the book and casually asked a question.
"Yes, everything was handled properly. That woman really hasn't given up on you. Today she bought your clothes from that scoundrel."
"Heh." Young Master Yue slammed the book shut, a chilling glint in his eyes.
"That stupid woman really deserves to die. I wonder how he is now..."
When Chen Yan was mentioned, a surprising tenderness appeared in Young Master Yu's eyes.
Qingcha dared not say much, but after considering it for a moment, she replied.
"Young Master Shen is naturally safe with the young master secretly protecting him. If you are still worried..."
Young Master Yu nodded slightly upon hearing Qingcha's suggestion.
…
"I've changed."
Meng Qingluan heard Shen Yan's voice at the door before pushing the door open and entering the room.
Shen Yan's hair was not dry, and her light green clothes were a bit too big for her, making her look hazy.
Meng Qingluan frowned slightly when she saw his wet hair.
She picked up a towel that was placed aside and stood behind Shen Yan to dry his hair.
Shen Yan stiffened, his lips moved slightly but he didn't say anything.
He lowered his head gently, letting Meng Qingluan run her towel through his hair.
The waiter brought in the hot dishes and saw this scene.
He chuckled and said, "Are you two newlyweds?"
Meng Qingluan nodded. "How did you figure that out?"
The waiter tossed the towel aside and said, "The way you two are so inseparable makes it obvious to anyone that you're a newlywed couple."
"..."
Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan felt uneasy upon hearing his words.
As inseparable as glue and lacquer?
Is there?
The waiter assumed they were just being shy and didn't take it seriously, even smiling and saying auspicious things before closing the door.
"I wish you both a long and happy life together, and a long and harmonious marriage."
"..."
The room fell silent instantly after the waiter's words, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Meng Qingluan was so embarrassed she almost wanted to dig her toes into the ground, so she could only hurry up and sit down to eat.
"Cough cough—"
Shen Yan raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, his face flushing an unnatural red.
Meng Qingluan was eating when she heard Shen Yan's cough and became somewhat worried.
"Are you alright? Should I go downstairs and buy you some medicine?"
Chen Yan coughed a few more times, barely managing to suppress his cough as he answered.
"No need, I just caught a chill, I'll be fine after a night's sleep."
"..."
Meng Qingluan was still somewhat worried, but Shen Yan was determined to insist that he was fine.
Meng Qingluan had no choice but to give up. If all else failed, she would buy some more medicine the next morning.
After dinner, the waiter cleared away the leftovers, and Meng Qingluan ordered a basin of hot water.
Although Shen Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable, he had been busy all day and was too weak to stay in bed.
After Meng Qingluan finished bathing and changing her clothes, she came out to find Shen Yan already asleep in bed.
Meng Qingluan was about to blow out the candles when she realized something was wrong.
Shen Yan's face was unusually flushed, and although he was wrapped in a thick quilt, his body was still trembling slightly.
Meng Qingluan frowned, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
Meng Qingluan reached out and touched Shen Yan's forehead. The burning heat emanated from her palm, making it frighteningly hot.
Damn it, I really do have a fever.
Meng Qingluan gently patted Chen Yan's cheek and called out softly.
"Chen Yan, do you feel weak all over and your bones are sore?"
Shen Yan was in a daze, feeling weak all over, making it difficult even to keep his eyelids open.
In a daze, Chen Yan nodded and then shook his head.
“It’s nothing,” Shen Yan said with difficulty, his breathing hot and his voice very soft, “I’m fine, just a little hot in my head.”
Seeing that Chen Yan's long eyelashes drooped again, Meng Qingluan quickly said.
"Chen Yan, wait for me here, I'll go downstairs to buy you medicine."
Chen Yan suddenly moved.
Shen Yan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Meng Qingluan's wrist with unusual force.
Caught off guard, Meng Qingluan was pulled back onto the couch by his strength.
“Mother…” Chen Yan’s voice was hoarse and incoherent, her eyes misty.
"Ah... I miss you so much, please don't go, please..."
Meng Qingluan frowned even more. Shen Yan was clearly delirious with fever, mistaking her for his mother.
Meng Qingluan struggled for a moment, but Chen Yan's hands were firmly restrained around her waist.
Meng Qingluan gritted her teeth. This guy is usually so weak and frail, where does he get his strength from?
Meng Qingluan could only rub his face and coax him in a low voice.
"Sweetie, I'll go out and buy the medicine and come right back. Will you let go of my hand obediently?"
Chen Yan not only refused, but also tightened his grip even more.
With her lips red from the fever, she shook her head, sobbing and accusing him in a wronged voice.
"No, you're leaving and never coming back, you big liar, Mother."
Meng Qingluan stood frozen in place.
She had never seen Shen Yan like this before—usually calm and composed, with an enigmatic smile on his face, he now showed a hint of boyish naiveté.
Chen Yan's scalding palm pressed tightly against her pulse, making her feel uneasy.
If Shen Yan dies, I'll probably kick the bucket too...
"……Why."
Meng Qingluan was helpless, and the discussion failed.
Even if you try to force him, you can't get rid of this clingy golden retriever.
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