I'm not hungry.
Feeling down, Meng Qingluan answered instinctively.
Glug glug—
My stomach was making a very uncooperative protesting sound.
Meng Qingluan blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shen Yan's eyes, but he didn't laugh out loud; he simply phrased it differently.
"I'm so hungry, can Luanluan have dinner with me?"
Meng Qingluan knew he was giving her a way out and wanted to agree immediately.
Because of what happened in the afternoon, her tense and sad emotions caused her to develop a rebellious mentality.
She now wants to act cute and shameless.
Meng Qingluan pretended to be embarrassed, "Oh, I'm not hungry..."
Shen Yan cooperated readily, "I'm hungry. You're the kindest fairy, please take pity on me...?"
Meng Qingluan was amused by his words, but she quickly hid her teeth, which she had just revealed.
Reluctantly, I lifted the blanket and stretched out my hand.
After a moment's thought, Shen Yan immediately offered his hand so that Meng Qingluan could place it on the back of his hand.
"This way, esteemed guest."
“Hmm,” Meng Qingluan’s eyes curved into a smile, “Boy, get out of the sedan chair.”
“zhe”.
Chen Yan squatted down in front of Meng Qingluan, and Meng Qingluan naturally leaned her body against his back.
Shen Yan wrapped his arms around her lower body and carried her on his back. It was only a few steps, but the two of them walked leisurely.
Meng Qingluan lay on his back, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Didn't you take a carriage ride today? You look thinner."
“Hmm… how could that be? It’s only been a day,” Meng Qingluan replied, squinting.
"You've lost a lot of weight. Have some more to eat with me later," Shen Yan said earnestly.
"It depends on your performance."
"Rest assured, your servant will certainly serve you well."
"..."
Serving?
Meng Qingluan patted her head, trying to shake out the yellow-colored nonsense in her mind.
Oops, why did I suddenly start thinking in a dirty mind?
The dollar and pound came in to serve the food, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Meng Qingluan's mood had improved.
Lord Shen has a solution.
While claiming to be accompanying Shen Yan for a meal, Shen Yan was actually the one serving Meng Qingluan the entire time.
Meng Qingluan loves to eat shrimp. She clearly has US dollars and British pounds, and at the very least, she has other maids.
Shen Yan deliberately sent everyone away, insisting on peeling the skin for Meng Qingluan himself.
He even confidently asserted that the shrimp he peeled were absolutely the most complete shrimp in the world.
Meng Qingluan didn't care; she was just eating it anyway.
Meng Qingluan had already eaten ten shrimp, and the table next to Shen Yan was piled high with shrimp shells.
Meng Qingluan ate some more before she felt her stomach was slightly bulging and she was full.
Seeing that Chen Yan's bowl was empty, even cleaner than his face, Meng Qingluan felt a little embarrassed.
To make up for it, I specially picked up a big chicken leg and put it in his bowl.
Meng Qingluan chuckled, "Eat."
Chen Yan held out both palms. "Oil."
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Meng Qingluan used her chopsticks to pick up some meat from the chicken leg and put it in his mouth. Shen Yan also ate it obediently.
After several attempts, Meng Qingluan put down her chopsticks and went on strike, calling for someone to bring in hot water.
After washing his hands, Chen Yan casually ate a few mouthfuls of rice and then ordered the food to be taken away.
After washing up, Meng Qingluan felt warm and cozy from the steam, and the puffiness in her eyelids became even more noticeable.
The most obvious feeling after crying is... your eyes feel sore.
When Chen Yan changed into her nightgown and entered the room, she saw that the girl was drowsy and her head was nodding like a chick pecking at food.
Holding a storybook in his hands, his head was almost buried in the book...
He stepped forward and gently took the book from her hands. Just as he placed it back on the chair, Meng Qingluan woke up with a start and looked down to see her empty palms.
"Where are my storybooks?"
Chen Yan sat back on the couch. "I saw you were sleepy, so I put the storybook on the table."
"Yeah, my eyes are a little sore."
Meng Qingluan didn't intend to look anymore and raised her hand to rub her eyes, but a large hand stopped her.
Shen Yan's right hand was holding a steaming hot towel, and his left hand held the hand that was about to rub her eyes.
"Close your eyes."
When Meng Qingluan heard him speak, she instinctively closed her eyes, and warmth immediately enveloped her eyelids.
The warm touch softened the sourness considerably, and Meng Qingluan unconsciously nuzzled her head towards Chen Yan.
Chen Yan simply sat back on the couch and gently massaged her temples with both hands.
"Did you cry today?"
"Yes." Meng Qingluan did not deny it.
"Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?" Shen Yan asked, his tone turning cold as he spoke the last part of his sentence.
"No, who would want to bully me for no reason?"
“Hmm… let me guess,” Shen Yan said thoughtfully, “is Luan Luan missing me too much? That’s why she’s crying.”
Meng Qingluan stretched out an arm and slapped his thigh.
"When did you become so vain? You're so vain. I ran into two people, no, to be precise, three people."
"Huh?" Shen Yan didn't understand for a moment.
In his memory, Meng Qingluan did not know any acquaintances or relatives in the capital.
Could it be a new friend you've recently made?
Li Zhanlan?
He and she had shared a bed for so long, yet he couldn't make her heartbroken to this extent.
What merit or ability does he possess?
His love interest wouldn't be Li Zhanlan...
Shen Yan's face turned pale. He dared not think any further, fearing that if he continued to think, he would lose control and draw his knife to kill Li Zhanlan.
Meng Qingluan, of course, was unaware of his current mental turmoil and answered calmly.
"I saw my parents."
"What?" Shen Yan snapped out of his daze, thinking he had misheard. "Your parents?"
"Um."
"How...how did they end up in the capital?"
Shen Yan was taken aback by Meng Qingluan's words, as he had never heard of Meng Qingluan's parents before.
Even at Nanfeng Pavilion, he often overheard people mocking Meng Qingluan behind her back, and he could guess that she was an orphan.
What's going on with these parents who suddenly appeared?
Meng Qingluan explained briefly, "The two of them went to the Western Regions to do business when I was a child. Their fate was unknown for more than ten years. I was quite surprised that they were still alive."
"Were you so excited to see them today that you cried?"
Meng Qingluan lifted the now-cold towel and handed it to Chen Yan.
“I’m disappointed in them. They’re not only alive, they’re living very well, and they have a son with them.”
"..."
Chen Yan understood.
Meng Qingluan was not excited, but saddened.
He didn't know what to say for a moment. He had never comforted anyone before, but he knew that Meng Qingluan must be feeling very bad right now.
Shen Yan lifted her head and placed it on his lap, then used the same words she used to comfort him to comfort her in return.
"Don't be sad, you still have me. Luanluan doesn't like them, just pretend you don't know them from now on. No matter what, I'll be there for you."
Meng Qingluan chuckled softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Thank you, Chen Yan."
"Why are you thanking me? Silly Luan Luan."
Shen Yan grabbed her hand and gently bit it with his sharp canine teeth.
Chen Yan didn't bite hard enough to feel any pain; instead, she felt a tingling sensation.
Meng Qingluan did not pull her hand away, letting him hold it in his.
Seeing that she had stopped crying, Shen Yan wanted to continue comforting her, but Meng Qingluan spoke first.
"Sinking inkstone?"
"Yes, I'm here," Shen Yan replied quickly.
"Your comforting words are so silly," Meng Qingluan complained.
"..."
Didn't I learn it from you?
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