Meng Qingluan was startled to realize—
This isn't the first time these two have met, so why does it always feel like there's so much tension between them?
After swallowing the food in her mouth, Meng Qingluan explained, "His parents came to see me today to chat, and he stayed for dinner."
Meng Qingluan did not dare to mention that Zhu Qingan would be living in the mansion in the future.
After all, last time, Shen Yan had already made it quite obvious that he disliked Zhu Qing'an.
If she were to say it now, she was afraid that Chen Yan would be so angry that he wouldn't be able to eat.
When hunger makes you sick, you have a reason to pester yourself to touch, hug, and kiss you.
"Oh, I see," Chen Yan nodded indifferently, "I didn't introduce myself last time, did I?"
"Hmm...it should be." Meng Qingluan thought for a moment.
Shen Yan replied indifferently, "My name is Shen Yan, and I'm your brother-in-law."
Meng Qingluan always felt that Shen Yan's tone was strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
Zhu Qing'an rose, bowed, and then sat down. His eyelashes fell back, his humility revealing not a trace of sharpness.
"Hello, brother-in-law. I'm sorry to bother you."
A flash of wariness crossed Shen Yan's eyes.
He had thought that Zhu Qing'an, being raised by Meng Qingluan's parents, would develop a violent and foolish personality.
After all, it was their first meeting, and his ignoring of his own actions was incredibly foolish.
Hearing myself speak to him in such a dismissive tone would make me angry, or at least somewhat unhappy.
It would be better if Zhu Qing'an were stupid and impulsive.
But his unusual calmness today made him seem like a greenhorn.
Shen Yan knew that his brother-in-law was exceptionally cunning.
Having ascertained the other party's high level of skill, Shen Yan smiled kindly and said, "No trouble at all. Eat quickly. After dinner, I will send someone to take you back to your residence."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qing'an looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
"Return to the manor?"
When Shen Yan heard his question, his heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong, and the smile he had managed to put on froze on his face. He turned to look at the person beside him.
Zhu Qing'an's gaze also fell on her, his eyes filled with expectation.
Meng Qingluan felt as if she were being stared at by two bright, piercing gazes, and felt immense pressure.
Pretending to be calm, Meng Qingluan picked up a peanut, bit into it, and nodded.
"Yes, he's not going back to the mansion; he's staying here."
Shen Yan clung to a last glimmer of hope, "One night?"
Meng Qingluan shattered his hopes with a single sentence: "Not only that."
"..."
Shen Yan felt a mouthful of blood rise in his throat, but he forced it back down. "Why?"
Meng Qingluan immediately put on a pitiful expression, put down her chopsticks, and leaned on his shoulder to whisper about her illness.
The more Shen Yan listened, the paler his face became. By the end, he grabbed her shoulders and nervously looked her over.
"Have you felt unwell today? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable in your body?"
"No."
Meng Qingluan shook her head.
Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "Tomorrow I will ask the Emperor to send an imperial physician to treat you."
“It won’t work,” Zhu Qing’an interjected, saying mercilessly, “My parents have searched for famous doctors all over the world, and even visited people from the witchcraft clan, but no one can cure him.”
Shen Yan said coldly, "How will we know that even the imperial physicians are helpless if we don't try?"
Zhu Qing'an's amber eyes turned slightly cold. "Brother-in-law, doing this will only lead the imperial physicians to prescribe useless medicines for my sister, worsening her condition. It will do nothing but harm her."
"..."
Shen Yan saw that his eyes were firm and he wasn't lying.
A chill ran through him. He wasn't afraid of Zhu Qing'an living in the mansion; he was only afraid that Meng Qingluan would be in pain.
Seeing his worried expression, Meng Qingluan comforted him, "It's alright, I won't feel bad with him by my side."
Shen Yan recalled the day Meng Qingluan fell ill and how painful she looked. Shen Yan didn't want her to experience it a second time.
"Alright, let him stay in the mansion. I'll have the servants clean up the empty rooms in the backyard."
Meng Qingluan stopped him, hesitatingly saying, "No need to pack, he lives in our courtyard, right?"
Shen Yan hadn't reacted yet, "Doesn't living in our courtyard also require tidying up?"
“The south-facing room in our courtyard doesn’t have a floor heating system, and the stove is broken.”
"...So?" Shen Yan had a bad feeling.
"How about he stays in the outer room of our house temporarily? There's a door separating us, is that alright?"
Meng Qingluan forced herself to speak, even prepared for the scene of Chen Yan angrily refusing.
To everyone's surprise, Shen Yan remained silent for a moment, then quickly agreed.
"Can."
Meng Qingluan looked up at him, "Really?"
There wasn't a trace of displeasure on Shen Yan's face. "How could it be fake? Living together is better than you having to endure the pain when you have an attack."
"Thank you, Shen Yan," Meng Qingluan said sincerely.
"Silly boy, don't say thank you so casually, okay?"
Zhu Qing'an listened to the two's sickeningly sweet conversation, her eyelids drooping, her eyes hidden beneath her eyelashes, her expression dark and unfathomable.
Meng Qingluan was happy; she hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
She immediately wrapped her arms around Shen Yan's neck and gave him a big hug.
Shen Yan was overjoyed to be hugged in front of Zhu Qing'an. Just as he was about to hug Meng Qingluan back, the silent boy suddenly spoke up.
"Sister, your husband just came back from outside. He's probably still carrying some chill in his body, so it's best not to get too close to him. Your health is the most important thing."
Shen Yan's temple throbbed violently. He looked at him with cold eyes and spoke.
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