Qingcha, who was standing next to Young Master Yu, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth.
This woman... is she sick in the head?
The unease and imbalance in Young Master Yu's heart grew wildly.
Shen Yan? Did he get shot in the eye by an arrow in his past life?
Is he blind?
Young Master Yu: "Third Miss Meng, eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you."
Meng Qingluan glanced at him but didn't say anything, her meaning was self-evident.
"..."
Meng Qingluan glanced at him and got straight to the point.
"Just tell me what's on your mind."
Young Master Yu raised a faint smile and stared intently at her.
"What could I possibly want? I just wanted to see you."
Meng Qingluan stood up gracefully, turned around, and sat down again.
"Now that we've met, would you like a grilled sausage?"
Young Master Yu clenched his fists, which were hidden in his sleeves, and suppressed the urge to scold her, instead smiling calmly.
"Yes, of course I want to! I must try the food made by Lady Meng San."
Meng Qingluan ignored the ambiguity in his words.
I picked up two grilled sausages and handed them to him with a polite smile.
"Twenty coins."
Young Master Yu glanced at the clear tea.
Qingcha reached out and took it, then took out a small silver ingot and handed it to Meng Qingluan.
Keep the change, please.
Meng Qingluan had gotten used to the extravagant spending of these landlords' foolish sons.
She didn't plan to look for one.
Young Master Yu bought some grilled sausages but didn't touch them, instead initiating a conversation with Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan responded in a half-hearted manner.
She would occasionally stare at him tentatively, lost in thought.
Young Master Yu couldn't help but frown as she stared at him; Meng Qingluan's gaze seemed different from before.
Previously, Meng Qingluan's gaze towards him was one of infatuation, along with a hint of unrealistic fantasy.
But now…
It's more like he's looking at another person through his eyes.
This feeling is really not pleasant.
Young Master Yu mentioned it casually.
"Where is Ah?"
Meng Qingluan: "He went to the academy and got first place in the academy exam. Isn't that amazing?"
When Meng Qingluan mentioned that Chen Yan had won first place, her eyes sparkled, and her tone was full of pride.
Young Master Yu felt a tightness in his chest, as if a ball of cotton was stuck there.
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
Young Master Yu paused for a moment, then continued.
"Mrs. Meng, would you have time to have dinner with me at Yuexiang Restaurant in three days?"
Meng Qingluan hesitated.
Three days later, Shen Yan will have an exam.
But she really wanted to ask if he was An'an or not.
In this other world, she really wanted a friend from the same world.
Seeing her hesitation, Young Master Yu deliberately piqued her interest.
"I have something to tell you, and I hope you won't refuse."
Meng Qingluan's breath hitched, her fingers clenched tightly, could it be...?
He replied, "Okay."
Young Master Yu smiled and nodded in satisfaction.
"I'll come here to pick you up then, don't be late."
Meng Qingluan nodded, pondering how to explain to Shen Yan.
…
As soon as Shen Yan entered the academy, he chose a seat in the very corner.
There were people who spoke to him when the results were released yesterday, and people who didn't get a chance to speak to him.
Seeing Shen Yan sit down, they were all eager to go up and strike up a conversation with him.
The most important thing is...
Ask him what books he usually reads so they can get some insights and improve their chances of getting a good score on the preliminary exam.
When faced with the visitors, Shen Yan merely gave them a cold glance.
With Meng Qingluan not by his side, he didn't even want to pretend.
"Brother Shen..."
A man had just walked over with a book when he was startled by the coldness in Shen Yan's eyes.
"It's alright."
The man unconsciously swallowed and consciously returned to his original position.
He cursed inwardly:
However, this guy from Nanfeng Pavilion, who got first place in a mere college entrance exam, is now showing off here.
"Stupid thing."
Young Master Zhu, sitting in the first row, cursed under his breath as he witnessed this scene.
She was both resentful that Shen Yan, a male prostitute from the Nanfeng Pavilion, had achieved such high scores, and yet she couldn't help but feel a strong urge to get closer to his face.
At Nanfeng Pavilion, Chen Yan always maintained this cold and aloof demeanor.
Little did they know, what others saw only fueled their desire to conquer.
The thought of Meng Qingluan made Young Master Zhu's teeth itch.
That bitch, how dare she sneak up on him while he was away!
Young Master Zhu gazed menacingly at Chen Yan's retreating figure.
It doesn't matter, he'll make Shen Yan lie on his bed sooner or later.
Then he will personally tear off his mask of nobility.
Shen Yan hardly listened to the lectures. While the teacher was lecturing on the stage, he just kept his head down and wrote and drew on the paper.
Shen Yan's deskmate glanced at the paper curiously and frowned.
He had assumed Shen Yan was taking notes, but he never expected him to be drawing a woman.
It was afternoon soon.
As soon as the master left, Shen Yan followed him out.
As soon as I reached the door, Meng Qingluan was already standing there.
Meng Qingluan also saw him and took a few steps forward.
Meng Qingluan asked, "How are you? No one bullied you, right?"
Chen Yan shook his head.
"No, I'm just a little tired."
"Does the teacher give many lectures?"
“No,” Shen Yan shook his head and answered truthfully, “I just miss you.”
Meng Qingluan: "..."
If it weren't for Shen Yan's serious expression, she would have really suspected that this guy was just being affectionate with her.
Meng Qingluan ruffled his hair haphazardly.
"Bear with it, it's not like we won't see each other for a long time, it's only been a few hours."
Not receiving the answer he wanted, Chen Yan gave a somewhat sullen reply.
Meng Qingluan glanced at Shen Yan quietly and saw that he didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so she hesitated about how to start the conversation.
Shen Yan had long noticed Meng Qingluan's gaze, but he deliberately didn't ask her.
Whenever she gave him that look, it meant she was about to say something that would upset him.
Meng Qingluan was conflicted. After struggling for a moment, she decided to say it all at once.
"I'm going to have dinner with friends in three days. You can go home first."
"..."
Shen Yan pursed his lips slightly and remained silent.
Meng Qingluan swallowed and nudged his arm with her own.
"Is it alright? Please give me something in return..."
Shen Yan looked up at her.
"That day I will be taking the preliminary test."
Meng Qingluan guiltily looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Of course she knew that it was his first time taking the test that day, which is why she made it sound so difficult...
Meng Qingluan clenched her fists, trying to stop herself from softening her heart so quickly.
She noticed that Shen Yan was becoming too dependent on her, and besides, she also had her own things to do.
"You still have to take the preliminary exam by yourself, right? I'm just waiting outside anyway, it's just that there's one more person to accompany me home."
"Okay, I understand."
Shen Yan didn't say anything more and continued walking forward.
Seeing his dejected figure, Meng Qingluan gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to go forward and comfort him.
"They had a fight? Because of Fifth Brother?"
Two people were sitting on the tree branch, and Li Zhanlan had a twig in his mouth.
He nodded eleven times.
"The Fifth Prince lacks martial virtue."
"Tsk, Xiangxiang is such a womanizer."
"Fifth Brother is so ignorant. Doesn't he know the saying, 'It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage'?"
Li Zhanlan spat out the twig from his mouth and commented.
"..."
I'm speechless about the National Day holiday.
You know this principle…
And you deliberately sent a message to someone's husband, complaining that their wife wanted to have dinner with Young Master Yu...
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