Shen Yan ultimately did not continue the fight, and could not even utter a single word.
His mind was in complete turmoil.
He turned to leave, but dared not go back inside.
Luanluan was sleeping. If he pushed the door open and woke her up, she would definitely worry when she saw him like this.
Chen Yan stood at the door, the gloom in his heart lingering.
Why do these despicable people always want to take Luanlu away from him?
He had finally found a sliver of warmth, a warmth he couldn't bear to part with, a person he approached with utmost care.
He was still reluctant to experience everything, but they wanted to take it all away from him.
He hated them so much, he hated those despicable men.
He hated his own powerlessness. If he had a way to cure Luanluan's illness, why would he be angry? Yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
He leaned against the door frame and peeked inside, seeing the figure on the bed turn over.
He quickly looked away.
Luanluan is about to wake up; she can't keep looking so gloomy.
Chen Yan suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes, stood at the door and tried her best to force a smile, pretending to be nonchalant.
The smile that had been up for only two seconds vanished unconsciously.
"Alright! Stop being so dramatic!"
Shen Yan raised both hands and slapped himself hard twice, trying to wake himself up.
"Smack—"
After the two slaps landed, Chen Yan used his fingers to curl the corners of his mouth, forcing himself to smile more naturally and happily.
He comforted himself, turned his head, and his smile immediately froze on his face. In a second, his expression changed, and his face hardened again.
— Li Zhanjue stood at the door, his hands still on the door frame, dumbfounded, staring for an unknown amount of time.
The two stared at each other in silence, both seeing hostility in each other's eyes.
"Are you sick?" Li Zhanjue couldn't help but ask.
"roll."
Shen Yan coldly cursed, then turned and went downstairs to eat breakfast.
"..."
Li Zhanjue's lips twitched, and as he passed Meng Qingluan's room, he couldn't help but glance inside out of the corner of his eye.
There was no sound.
Did the two of them have a fight?
Shen Yan angered Meng Qingluan and was kicked out by her, so he stood at the door trying to gain sympathy by self-harm.
Li Zhanjue's eyes lit up, feeling that his logic chain was very reasonable.
If Shen Yan's status declines, wouldn't Meng Qingluan's favorability towards him increase more easily?
Li Zhanjue's eyes shone even brighter. After figuring everything out, he started planning his strategy to win her favor, and then he walked lightly downstairs.
Downstairs, Shen Yan and Zhu Qing'an were both there, sitting face to face at a square table, engrossed in their meal.
Li Zhanjue frowned.
Meng Qingluan didn't come, but the two of them started eating?
ungrateful.
Li Zhanjue sat in the outermost seat, sitting upright without touching his chopsticks, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the stairwell.
Even after the porridge in the bowl had cooled down, Meng Qingluan was still nowhere to be seen.
Li Zhanjue couldn't contain himself any longer and asked casually.
"Where's Meng Qingluan? Why isn't she coming down for dinner?"
Shen Yan could see right through his scheming with her toes. She cursed him inwardly as a despicable man and deliberately shook her head.
"I don't know, I probably overslept."
"Overslept? You can't skip breakfast. Go upstairs and call her down."
Li Zhanjue urged.
"Shen Yan said deliberately."
"I'm too full to move. Since the Fifth Prince is so concerned, why don't you go up and call him yourself?"
"I'll go get her, do you agree?"
"What does it matter who does the things that are good for Luanluan's health?"
Shen Yan described her as virtuous and kind.
Li Zhanjue's heart stirred, thinking that Meng Qingluan would be moved by his actions and would be able to smile at him in the future.
He stood up and walked straight to the second floor.
Shen Yan watched his departing figure, a slight smile playing on her lips.
He realized that Li Zhanjue, that idiot, hadn't changed at all.
Whenever I meet someone I like, my brain seems to fall into a pig's intestines, and I don't use my brain at all.
If it were a good thing, why would it be his turn, that despicable man?
He sent him because he knew Meng Qingluan had a terrible temper when she woke up, and it was extremely bad.
Zhu Qing'an put down her chopsticks and uttered a single sentence.
"You certainly have the demeanor of a proper wife."
"roll."
Shen Yan didn't want to hear him speak at all right now, especially when Zhu Qing'an mentioned such words; he wished he could dump a bowl on Zhu Qing'an's head.
"..."
Li Zhanjue went upstairs and knocked on the door gently, his voice unusually soft, even softer than when he was at Nanfeng Pavilion.
"Get up."
"..."
No one answered, so Li Zhanjue tightened his grip even more.
"Get up, it's time for breakfast."
"..."
Still no response, Li Zhanjue knocked on the door tirelessly, even offering delicious food as a tempting treat.
"Get up and eat! Your favorite steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, wontons, pancakes... all here."
Meng Qingluan threw off the blanket covering her head, kicked it to the ground, stood up, and jumped off the bed.
He was furious, his hair was standing on end.
What's wrong with Li Zhanjue, that madman, going crazy so early in the morning?
Is he retaliating against her for confronting him yesterday? Or is he using a different tactic, trying to annoy her to death so he can easily become her mistress?
Meng Qingluan walked quickly to the door and casually picked up the feather duster that was on the cabinet.
"Good morning……"
Li Zhanjue wore the smile he had been rehearsing in his mind for a long time. It was as gentle as a spring breeze, and everyone loved it.
Before he could finish his greeting, he awkwardly withdrew it upon seeing Meng Qingluan's fierce expression.
Why does it feel different from what I imagined...?
"Speak your mind, or shut up!"
Meng Qingluan scolded him irritably.
"Time to get up and have breakfast."
Li Zhanjue stopped smiling and told him directly that something bad was going to happen and that he had better be serious.
"...That's it?"
"Um."
Meng Qingluan was so angry she almost laughed.
If she had only suspected him of retaliating, the moment he finished answering, she was certain.
Li Zhanjue, that scheming mistress, must be retaliating.
Meng Qingluan smiled gently and thanked her.
"Thank you. You can go now. I'll comb my hair first."
"good."
Li Zhanjue breathed a sigh of relief; he thought he was going to get scolded.
He turned around, ready to go downstairs.
"ah--"
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