Meng Qingluan watched the pigs for a while longer, but finally retreated to the kitchen to rest.
Meng Qingluan lay on the table, sniffling with a wronged expression.
She had never suffered such injustice in the real world.
Her parents doted on her, but it's all this damn system's fault for bringing her into this world.
If she hadn't transmigrated here, she would probably have already watched An An's concert and posted the concert video on VB.
Thinking of An'an, Meng Qingluan couldn't help but frown again.
How could that Young Master Yu look exactly like An An? Except for the mole at the corner of his eye, Young Master Yu is exactly the same.
But……
Meng Qingluan shook her head and stopped thinking about it, deciding to ask when she had the chance.
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but complain and curse.
"Shen Yan, you bastard, if I ever bother with you again, I'll be a dog."
"..."
Meng Qingluan continued muttering for a while, but her eyes became sore from crying for so long.
She fell asleep shortly afterward.
Meng Qingluan fell into a deep sleep only after the kitchen had become completely quiet.
The kitchen door was gently pushed open, a figure entered, and then closed again.
Shen Yan had been standing outside for an unknown amount of time, his body covered in a thick layer of frost and snow.
Upon entering, Chen Yan did not immediately step forward.
He waited until the temperature inside the room had almost melted away the chill from his body, preventing his coldness from being transferred to Meng Qingluan, before stepping forward.
Shen Yan bent down and saw Meng Qingluan's eyes, swollen like walnuts, and her mouth slightly open as she slept.
Chen Yan gently grasped Meng Qingluan's wrist, lifted her sleeve, and sure enough, there were several red marks that hadn't faded.
Shen Yan frowned, his eyes unconsciously revealing heartache.
That idiot Li Zhanlan really hurt her hand.
Shen Yan had long noticed that Meng Qingluan's skin was also very delicate, and even a little pressure could cause it to swell and turn red for a long time.
It doesn't seem like a child who's been used to being beaten since childhood; it's more like a child spoiled by parents who never suffered any hardship in their childhood.
Chen Yan took out the prepared ointment and gently slid and circled his fingertips around Meng Qingluan's wrist.
He opened his palm again, and sure enough, the hand he had pricked while saving him last time had not yet healed.
Shen Yan continued applying the ointment to her, just as she had done before.
Meng Qingluan's palms were sensitive, and she couldn't help but want to pull her hand away.
After applying the ointment, Shen Yan gently picked up Meng Qingluan and carried her back to the bedroom, almost holding her in his arms.
Meng Qingluan cried all night and remained in a warm embrace, showing no signs of being woken up.
On the contrary, as soon as their bodies touched the cold bedding, they instinctively hugged the warm source of heat in front of them.
Meng Qingluan held Shen Yan's abdomen tightly with both hands, murmuring in her sleep.
Caught off guard by the sudden approach, Shen Yan's heart skipped a beat, her eyelids twitched, and she subtly looked away.
Shen Yan took her hand again and gently pulled it down, a simple action that he took quite a while to complete.
Meng Qingluan lay back down in bed, while Chen Yan's back was covered in sweat from exhaustion.
Chen Yan let out a sigh of relief.
I was never this nervous when I stormed the Golden Palace in my previous life.
Shen Yan hadn't slept all night and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, trying to rest.
When Meng Qingluan woke up the next day, she realized that she had somehow ended up back in her bedroom.
Reaching out to touch the side, it was already cold, and there was no sign that anyone had lain there.
Meng Qingluan put on her shoes and ran downstairs. She searched the house for a while and found that the pig troughs in the pigsty had already been filled with pig feed.
There was also a half-pot of pre-cooked dishes in the kitchen.
Chen Yan has disappeared.
Meng Qingluan subconsciously looked up and realized that she had slept until noon.
…
Shen Yan arrived at Nanfeng Pavilion early in the morning.
As usual, he walked through the bustling crowd, past the scornful and disdainful gazes of the people, and squatted alone on the ground in the backyard, washing the cloth.
In the South Wind Pavilion, he was the most inconspicuous character, but also a good punching bag.
After all, he voluntarily sold himself into slavery at the Nanfeng Pavilion.
He was only redeemed by Meng Qingluan a month ago, and only then did those self-righteous scoundrels dare not lay a hand on him.
The backyard is the least noticeable place because nobody wants to take on the dirty work.
As night approached, Nanfeng Pavilion finally entered daylight.
In the corridor, the air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the sounds of laughter and singing. The urgent orchestral music, combined with absurd and lewd words, drifted into the backyard.
Shen Yan always stood in the corner, like a spectator who didn't belong to this world, watching their ugly and disgraceful appearances.
However, it seems that a very important guest has arrived at Nanfeng Pavilion tonight.
I heard he's the brother-in-law of an official in the capital, and tonight he's hosting a banquet for his cronies at Nanfeng Pavilion to try something new.
However, none of this concerned him. His purpose in returning to Nanfeng Pavilion was simply to reclaim what belonged to him.
The resolute words Meng Qingluan had spoken the night before flashed through his mind again, and Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh at himself.
How cheap.
She has already said she wouldn't bother him, and it's clearly what he wants, so why is he still thinking about her?
He has always been alone, so he should be used to being alone.
Chen Yan dropped his things and ran to the backyard, where he soon stuffed a book into his clothes.
Just as Chen Yan was about to leave, a servant suddenly walked into the backyard and gave him instructions.
"Go quickly to the room on the second floor and deliver the wine. Be quick about it."
Shen Yan glanced at him, took the tray, and went upstairs to the second floor.
Shen Yan coldly tossed the wine into the deepest corner of the second floor.
Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice reached his ears from the noisy crowd.
"Let me go! I'm not the young master of Nanfeng Pavilion. Open your dog eyes and see clearly, I'm a woman!"
Meng Qingluan's face flushed red, and she frowned, twisting her wrists, trying to break free from the man's grasp.
She hesitated at home for a while, but finally decided to come to Nanfeng Pavilion to drag Chen Yan back.
Something must have happened to Shen Yan at Nanfeng Pavilion yesterday. He said some harsh things last night, but he is only an eighteen-year-old boy after all, and it's inevitable that he still has a strong sense of self-esteem.
After much deliberation, Meng Qingluan decided she didn't want to see him fall into the fire again. She had finally managed to get him back on the right track, and he had treated her quite well.
Furthermore, given that the original owner had indeed humiliated and beaten Shen Yan before, no normal person would lower their guard so quickly.
She wasn't some Mary Sue heroine, and she didn't possess the charm to make him fall head over heels for her immediately.
There's no need for me to hold a grudge against him.
Upon hearing Meng Qingluan's words, the man not only did not let go of her hand, but laughed even louder.
"It's alright. I'm bisexual and I don't discriminate between men and women, so you can rest assured."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The other people in the private room also burst into laughter.
The man became even more excited and lowered his rugged face to kiss Meng Qingluan.
The strong smell of alcohol hit her face, making Meng Qingluan's face turn pale. She bent her knee and kicked the man in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.
Meng Qingluan had only taken two steps when, before she could even open the door, someone pounced on her from behind, grabbed her hair, and dragged her back.
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