"Why are you crying?" Meng Qingluan asked.
Shen Yan gently placed his hand on her waist, but he couldn't hold back his tears.
It's strange, but every time he faces Meng Qingluan, he can't help but shed tears.
Meng Qingluan watched him sob, tears streaming down his face onto his collarbone and arms.
Chen Yan sobbed uncontrollably until she cried uncontrollably, and even seemed to be lacking oxygen.
Meng Qingluan felt a mix of emotions as he cried, a mixture of panic and helplessness.
Chen Yan?? Is he prone to crying uncontrollably?
I took a nap, but when I woke up, it felt like I had cheated on him.
Meng Qingluan spoke even softer, wiping his tears from his face with her hands, and coaxing him gently.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Waaah..."
"Don't cry, okay? What if your face is all stained with tears? Can't our Ah be strong?"
Mentioning crying face.
Chen Yan wiped away her tears, bit her tongue to suppress her uncontrollable sobs, and asked, her voice trembling.
"Waaah...I...I'm more handsome...or...or...Young Master Yu is more handsome...waaah?"
Chen Yan struggled to speak, and his words were drowned out by the following sobs.
Meng Qingluan listened with difficulty and answered without hesitation.
"Of course our Ah-Dai is handsome. Our Shen Yan-Dai is the most handsome boy in the world."
Meng Qingluan was completely bewildered.
So, Shen Yan cried because he spoke with Young Master Yu that morning?
Urgent! My best friend is too possessive, what should I do?
Shen Yan rested his head on her shoulder, tears still falling in a steady stream.
Meng Qingluan hugged him and gently patted his back, which was heaving as he sobbed.
"Is it because I got angry with Young Master Yu today?"
Chen Yan nodded and wiped away his tears.
Meng Qingluan then gently comforted her.
"I only talked to him to sell sausages. We can only live a better life if we make money."
Chen Yan protested in a low voice.
"No, I can make money. If Luanluan wants, I'll buy you a three-courtyard mansion so you can enjoy a life of wealth, okay?"
Meng Qingluan was moved.
This is what best friends are like; they'd become corrupt officials just for their own sake.
Chen Yan asked her again.
"Is it okay? Is it okay?"
Meng Qingluan nodded, then shook her head.
"You can't become a corrupt official, or you'll get beaten to death by the people every time you go shopping."
Upon hearing Meng Qingluan's words, Shen Yan had only one thought in his mind.
I want to bite her.
"If you don't become a corrupt official, I'll still give you ten thousand taels of gold, okay?"
Meng Qingluan thought for a moment.
"Okay." She looked down at his head, which was buried deep in her shoulder. "I'm hungry. If you stop crying, can I go cook?"
Meng Qingluan rubbed her rumbling stomach; she was really hungry…
Chen Yan reluctantly raised her head and wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve.
She nodded virtuously, her voice still nasal from crying.
"Okay, what would you like to eat?"
Meng Qingluan thought for a moment and then answered.
"Braised pork belly...and stir-fried bok choy!"
Shen Yan responded, got out of bed, lit the lamp, and went to the kitchen to cook for Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan watched him leave before lying down on the bed.
He raised his sleeve and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.
Why does it feel like Chen Yan is crying in front of me so much more often...?
Do you become more vulnerable after becoming best friends?
Meng Qingluan thought for a moment…
It's okay to cry, your best friend will comfort you and make you feel better.
After figuring things out, Meng Qingluan got out of bed and took off all her clothes.
These are all ready-made clothes she bought, except for the two cotton-padded winter coats she and Shen Yan wore.
She also specially bought two light shirts and a single-layer garment. Buying out of season is not only cheaper, but also means she won't need to buy new ones next year.
Shen Yan learns things very quickly, and since he genuinely wants to learn, he learned to cook after Meng Qingluan taught him only two or three times.
He quickly brought over two dishes and pushed the door open to come in.
"It's ready to eat."
Meng Qingluan picked up a piece of clothing and ran over excitedly.
"Chen Yan, quickly change into these clothes and try them on."
Shen Yan glanced casually at the clothes; it was a plain, dark blue brocade robe with carved silk.
Shen Yan: "I haven't washed up yet, these are new clothes..."
Meng Qingluan interrupted indifferently, "So what? Clothes are meant to be worn, so hurry up and try them on to see if they fit."
Meng Qingluan handed him the clothes.
She fell in love with the dress at first sight. But after all, clothes in ancient times were made by tailoring fabric to fit the body.
Knowing nothing about this, I could only roughly guess Chen Yan's size and bought a similar one.
Chen Yan glanced awkwardly at Meng Qingluan, who was still standing there motionless.
"..."
Meng Qingluan understood immediately and turned her back.
"Change it, I won't peek."
Chen Yan whispered, his voice barely audible, "Okay..."
Actually, it's okay to peek...
Shen Yan changed his clothes, paused while tying his belt, then lightly hooked his fingertips to untie the already tied belt.
Meng Qingluan was waiting when she suddenly heard Chen Yan's soft voice behind her.
"I...I can't fasten the belt."
Meng Qingluan frowned, unable to fasten her belt.
How difficult is it to tie this belt?
Meng Qingluan didn't think much of it, simply assuming that the belt design was too awkward.
Shen Yan looked a little nervous as he explained.
"I accidentally burned myself with oil while cooking, thank you for your help..."
Meng Qingluan caught the key words, grabbed Shen Yan's finger and stroked it, a small white blister had already grown on the fingertip.
How could you be so careless?
"While cooking, the thought of you laughing and talking with him made me afraid you'd fall for him again, so I..."
Shen Yan's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of grievance, as if she were accusing her of a crime.
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Why are we bringing this up again?
Meng Qingluan said, "No, no, I only like you, I'll only stay with you, okay?"
Shen Yan noticed the perfunctory tone in her voice, but he wasn't in a hurry. He nodded sensibly and said...
"If you like him, I will willingly sign the divorce papers, even if I am very reluctant to part with him."
Meng Qingluan: "...No."
Why would she refuse to be the wife of the future second-in-command of the imperial court and instead marry Young Master Yu?
Is she stupid?
Shen Yan was delighted and spoke casually.
“If it were someone else, I certainly wouldn’t have so many opinions, but Young Master Yu is just…”
Meng Qingluan didn't care about Young Master Yu, but Young Master Yu and An'an had the exact same face.
In addition, her gossipy nature was burning brightly, so she popped the blister for him and asked.
"What's wrong with him?"
Shen Yan: "I'm afraid if I say it, you'll think I'm framing him out of jealousy."
Meng Qingluan said earnestly, "I promise I won't."
Shen Yan then spoke slowly.
“He often mistreated his servants. When I was with him, he would often find fault with me, insult me, beat me, and not let me eat. He would make me wash clothes with cold water in the snow.”
“That’s fine, I’m used to it, but he still loves to talk badly about you, about you…”
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