Meng Qingluan's hand trembled so much that she almost fell off the bed.
Upon hearing the noise, Shen Yan quickly helped her back onto the bed, a smile playing on his lips.
He had just bent down to kiss Meng Qingluan as a goodnight kiss when he remembered what she had said earlier that day, so he pulled away.
Instead, he put his arm around her back.
"good evening."
After saying that, Chen Yan let go, lay back down on the floor, her face peaceful, and put her hands together on her lower abdomen to sleep.
"..."
Meng Qingluan scratched her hair and stared blankly for a moment.
What's this?
Did she help Chen Yan finally understand his own heart?
Let him be.
With that thought in mind, Meng Qingluan felt at ease and lay back down on the bed, settling into a comfortable sleeping position and falling asleep.
Shen Yan opened his eyes in the darkness, but Meng Qingluan's every smile and frown kept swirling in his mind.
He raised his right hand and placed it on his chest, and his usually calm heartbeat became much more intense.
Like... love...
He loves her.
I love it.
That's enough that she's willing to admit she likes me.
As long as you don't dislike him or his proximity, there's always a chance, isn't there?
Thinking of this, Shen Yande turned his head to look at the back of the person on the bed.
Good night, see you tomorrow.
Chen Yan whispered to himself.
…
The following day.
Meng Qingluan opened her eyes, still sound asleep, as if she wasn't the one who had been troubled by things before going to sleep.
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but sigh.
When will I be able to get rid of this stinky, boar-like trait in myself?
Turning to look under the bed, the quilt had already been put back in the cabinet, and Chen Yan was nowhere to be seen.
Meng Qingluan called out.
Dollar and British coin pushed open the door and entered, followed by a maid carrying a basin of water.
After being helped to wash up, Meng Qingluan sat in front of the dressing mirror and let the US dollar do her hair.
Although she is usually carefree, she is actually very skillful and adept at all kinds of hairstyling.
Meng Qingluan didn't want to put her hair up in a bun, feeling that it would make her look old, so Mei Yuan obediently continued to style her hair in a half-up style.
Yingbang helped her with her eyebrows and eyes, and looking at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, he leaned closer and whispered something in Meng Qingluan's ear.
Meng Qingluan turned around and spoke to the maids behind her who were still carrying basins of water.
"You may leave now."
"yes."
The maids obediently left the room, closing the door behind them.
Meng Qingluan propped her face up with one hand, her eyes inadvertently turning towards Ying Bang, and said lazily.
"Alright, you naughty girl, what secret do you want to tell me?"
Yingbang blushed at her frivolous tone and looked at her reproachfully.
"Madam, how can you say that about me?"
"Alright, alright, good girl, just say what you have to say." Meng Qingluan knew when to stop and quickly admitted her mistake.
"Madam, what I'm saying may sound harsh and presumptuous, but it is absolutely from the bottom of my heart."
Seeing her serious expression, Meng Qingluan also adopted a serious demeanor.
"you say."
Yingbang said, "Sometimes Madam is too lenient with people. Not only are there people in the mansion who are not obedient, but there are also some who are secretly causing trouble."
"Lord Shen didn't stay to have breakfast with you today either. You can't let Lord Shen continue like this. What if he's out there..."
Yingbang stopped there and shut up.
Dollar couldn't help but chime in from the side.
"Sister, you're worrying too much. With a lady as beautiful as her, how could Lord Shen possibly have any ulterior motives?"
Yingbang glared at her, "A man won't behave even if a goddess lives in his house."
After speaking, he realized how inappropriate his words were, covered his mouth, and looked at Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan understood the meaning behind the girl's words.
She didn't care much about the second half of the sentence, after all, she knew that Shen Yan had been busy lately.
Moreover, he knew that she was grumpy when she woke up, and if she dared to wake him up to have breakfast with him, she would definitely beat him up with a single blow.
As for the people in the mansion who are unruly...
Then she needs to be disciplined.
Meng Qingluan nodded.
"I understand what you mean. Let's eat first, I'm hungry."
"..."
Seeing Meng Qingluan's composed demeanor, Yingbang felt anxious for her but dared not say anything more.
After all, she was just a personal maid.
Breakfast was served quickly; it was plentiful and suited her taste perfectly.
Meng Qingluan picked up a steamed bun, broke it open to take a look, and raised an eyebrow.
I broke open all the buns on the plate one after another, and they all had the same filling.
Meng Qingluan put down the steamed buns, placed them back on the plate one by one, and picked up the porridge in front of her to drink.
The US dollar and British pound were somewhat puzzled when they saw the steamed buns on the plate.
"Madam, is the minced meat not to your liking? It was made according to Lord Shen's instructions."
Meng Qingluan shook her head.
"The filling is to my liking, but the person who made the filling doesn't suit my taste at all."
"ah?"
The dollar was completely bewildered by Meng Qingluan's words and didn't understand what she meant.
After finishing her porridge, Meng Qingluan put down her bowl, got up, and walked outside, giving her orders as she did so.
"Bring all the breakfast on the table and come with me to the kitchen."
"yes."
The group marched to the kitchen in a grand procession, with Meng Qingluan deliberately taking a detour through the garden along the way.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Meng Qingluan gave a signal, and Mei Yuan kicked open the tightly closed kitchen door.
Several people were eating around a square wooden table in the kitchen.
Seemingly not expecting the door to be suddenly opened, the man sitting in the middle was about to raise his head and start cursing.
"You and him..."
When the man saw Meng Qingluan, who was in the lead, his chopsticks trembled, and he swallowed back the curse.
He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the food on the table.
"We've already eaten half of it, what are you hiding?" Meng Qingluan's smiling voice came from behind.
Upon hearing this, the man chuckled awkwardly and withdrew his half-extended hand, rubbing his hands against the apron around his waist.
"Madam, what brings you here? Haven't you eaten enough?"
Meng Qingluan glanced at him, walked into the kitchen, looked around, and then went straight to the wooden table.
The man panicked and instinctively stepped in front of Meng Qingluan to block her path.
"Stop me?"
Meng Qingluan frowned slightly, and the guard standing outside the door immediately walked in, his hand on the sword at his waist.
"No, no, Madam, you may go wherever you wish and see whatever you wish. I would not dare to stop you," the man said, a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. "But I am only eating bland food, and I am afraid that it will offend your eyes and spoil your appetite."
Meng Qingluan glanced at him.
"Stop arguing and move aside."
The man clenched his fists, but resignedly stepped aside.
When Meng Qingluan walked to the table, she saw the two women sitting in the chairs stand up in fear.
Meng Qingluan glanced at the two of them indifferently, then her gaze returned to the food on the table.
"Oh," Meng Qingluan laughed, "Isn't what you're eating the same as mine? Why do you say you're eating bland soup? I think this is quite juicy."
Meng Qingluan casually picked up a steamed bun, "This looks more oily than the ones I've eaten."
The man's face turned ashen. "No...no way."
Meng Qingluan put down the steamed bun in her hand and looked at him with a smile.
"Tell me, how much money did you embezzle?"
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