“I didn’t respect your opinion; I was selfish.”
"..."
Shen Yan lowered his head, no longer daring to look at her.
He wanted to beg for her forgiveness, yet he was ashamed of his previous high-sounding words.
He longed to hug her, or ask her to hug him, and he would correct all the flaws she disliked.
Meng Qingluan remained unmoved, her gaze sharp and unwavering.
"So, what are we going to do now? You know, I don't want an apology."
"I will respect your opinion from now on, and I will never do anything that you don't like."
Shen Yan raised his head and looked at her earnestly, making a promise word by word, his voice firm and resolute.
After saying that, he added, "I know that everything Luanluan did was for my own good, and she wouldn't hurt me."
The gloom in Meng Qingluan's heart vanished, and she silently exhaled a breath of stale air.
She didn't want to be unreasonable; all she wanted was a guarantee.
She didn't want to carve out her own niche, nor did she want to be a world-changing ruler.
But she absolutely did not want to be a background figure in this world, an empty and soulless person.
She is a human being, she is Meng Qingluan, she is a woman of flesh and blood!
She needs to be respected, not just tolerated because someone is doing it under the guise of doing what's best for her.
If Shen Yan doesn't learn to respect her, then her life won't be easy when she encounters Li Zhanjue in the future.
This small matter, though insignificant, presents a good opportunity.
"Okay, I'll trust you one more time."
Meng Qingluan untied the bag tied behind his back, tossed it aside, and kneaded the soft flesh on his cheek.
"Okay, I'm not angry anymore."
Shen Yan quickly tilted his head and pressed it against her palm, rubbing it gently.
Meng Qingluan felt the warmth on her fingertips, and with a slight movement, half a teardrop lingered on her fingertip.
"Why are you crying again?" Meng Qingluan asked.
"..."
When Shen Yan felt annoyed by her appearance, she bit her lower lip and withdrew from her palm, trying to suppress her sobs.
He didn't know what was wrong either.
He didn't cry when he was pierced by a thousand arrows, nor did he shed a tear when he was killed by his own mother.
Unfortunately, he encountered Meng Qingluan, and whenever she raised her voice even slightly, he couldn't help but want to cry.
It's probably because the roadside weeds are used to being trampled on, so when they encounter a bit of warm shelter, they become attached to it.
Chen Yan thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
Meng Qingluan knew about his habit of crying uncontrollably, so she hugged his face and gently wiped away his tears.
"What's wrong? Did it hurt when you tied it up? Or do you think I went too far?"
Chen Yan hurriedly shook his head.
“No… Waaah, Luanluan didn’t do anything wrong at all,” Chen Yan sobbed. “It’s my own fault. I’m so useless. I can’t help but want to cry.”
As he spoke, he rolled into a corner, biting his arm, not wanting to bother her.
"..."
Seeing his wife's aggrieved appearance, and how she bit him without saying a word, Meng Qingluan was like a child with a very strong sense of self-respect.
I lay down next to him, face to face, and reached out my left hand to swat away his hand that was near his mouth.
"If you dare to bite me, I'll never hold your hand again."
"..."
Meng Qingluan's words were very intimidating, and Shen Yan opened his mouth almost immediately after hearing them.
His eyes were filled with tears, shimmering with tears as he looked at her, his gaze full of accusation.
Meng Qingluan: "..."
She felt that her best friend's bad habit of crying involuntarily also needed to be corrected.
At home, no matter how much they cried, she would always comfort them.
But what about later? What if you end up arguing with other ministers in the imperial court?
What if I let myself get so used to this that I can't win an argument and end up crying in the imperial court?
I can't exactly barge in, hug him, pat his back, and call him my sweetheart, can I?
It's terrifying to think about closely, and it's terrifying even to think about superficially!
Meng Qingluan trembled, straightened his body, and began to discuss it gently.
"Why are you crying?" Meng Qingluan asked.
“Luanluan hates me, doesn’t like me, and wants to get rid of me.”
Chen Yan's voice was very soft, her thick black eyelashes were covered with glistening tears, and her delicate nose was red, making her look quite pitiful.
Looking at her with an extremely aggrieved expression, Meng Qingluan couldn't help but swallow hard.
What should I do if I always feel that my best friend is too attractive?
"You beast!" Meng Qingluan cursed herself inwardly, thinking that she had read too many erotic novels, which was why she was so irresponsible.
"When did I say any of that?" Meng Qingluan steered the conversation back to the main topic.
"You told me to go out and shout from outside. You've never spoken to me so harshly before."
It would have been better if I hadn't said anything, but once I did—
The grievances in her heart welled up again, and her voice choked with sobs.
Meng Qingluan took a handkerchief and wiped away his tears.
"Okay, I shouldn't have been so harsh just now. I was wrong too, okay?"
Chen Yan hummed and mumbled without saying a word.
He didn't want Meng Qingluan to admit her mistake; besides, she hadn't done anything wrong.
He just wanted her to coax him gently; at least for now, she wouldn't share that tenderness with other men.
Suddenly, Li Zhanjue came to mind…
Even though his Luanluan wasn't the one who used to follow Li Zhanjue, just thinking about all that had happened before made him insanely jealous.
Meng Qingluan didn't notice anything amiss with him, nor did she know that his jealousy had resurfaced.
Instead, they started to use PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics in a very serious manner.
"On the other hand, if you hadn't done something wrong first, would I have yelled at you?"
"I still have a fever, but I still had to muster the strength to yell at you. My head still hurts."
"What is it in the end? Tell me yourself." Meng Qingluan patted him, like a teacher examining a text.
Shen Yan listened attentively to her lecture and obediently responded.
“It’s my fault. If I hadn’t made Luanluan angry, she wouldn’t have yelled at me.”
"Yes, that's right."
Meng Qingluan nodded in satisfaction. She truly deserved to be her best friend.
Shen Yan was still thinking about Young Master Yu. She moved closer to her, her eyes still filled with grievance, but a faint glimmer of light seemed to be rising in them.
"Luanluan, please hug me, okay? Hug me and I won't cry anymore."
Meng Qingluan opened her arms and gave him a big bear hug.
"How is it? Is it done yet?" Meng Qingluan asked, tilting her head.
"...Okay, can we hug a little longer?"
Chen Yan's voice softened as he realized his wish had been fulfilled.
He tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer, and buried his head in her neck.
"no."
Meng Qingluan felt a little itchy, and besides, her fever hadn't subsided yet, so she was worried that she might infect him.
There will be two sick people in the family then…
Who will cook? Who will feed the pigs?
Her youthful beauty is about to transform back into the Mickey Mouse she first met.
Shen Yan didn't want to leave, but then she remembered her words and knew she had to respect her opinion.
Reluctantly letting go, she asked, not entirely happy.
"Why? Are you still angry with me?"
Meng Qingluan shook her head, "I still have a fever, you'll catch it if you get too close."
"I'm not afraid."
"...I'm scared."
"..."
Seeing that he had wilted again, like an eggplant battered by wind and frost, Meng Qingluan couldn't bear it and said to him.
"Once my fever breaks, I'll give you a hug every day, okay?"
A hug every single day?!
Chen Yan smiled broadly, his gloom turning to sunshine, and nodded hurriedly.
Seeing that he had been appeased, Meng Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief.
She burrowed back into the covers. "Did you hear anything about Young Master Zhu when you went to town?"
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