Chapter 47 Little Pink

It was evening when Yang Zhiyi left. Ning Yuan held her chin and looked out the window at the gradually dimming sky, feeling that life was truly unprecedentedly broad.

Just a few months ago, she was still stuck in a dilemma of whether to stay at home or marry Shen Yan, and she didn't even want to choose either side.

Later, she received a bonus and got pregnant with a child that no one knew about, so she was forced to think about living with the child and moving to another place.

Unexpectedly, the child died halfway.

This book is exclusively compiled by the LK team for you. Perhaps she didn't have a very deep feeling for Shen Yan, so the regret for the child's failure to be born was far greater than the sadness, and she was not unable to extricate herself.

After all, Shen Yan, to her, was just a very annoying man who turned into a kind person with a hard mouth and a soft heart.

But in this process, she gradually saw a possibility.

A possibility that she could also hold up the sky by herself.

After meeting Yang Zhiyi today, this possibility was verified.

Yang Zhiyi told her that she had some shops and some real estate under her control. Even if the princess succeeded in her plan that day, she would never marry Zhao Zhihuan.

The worst case scenario was that she would be kicked out by the Yang family.

Anyway, Lord Yang didn't care about the life or death of her concubine's daughter, as long as it didn't hinder his career.

Ning Yuan couldn't help thinking that she didn't dare to be so tough before, probably because she didn't know what she could do after leaving the Ning Mansion.

For a lady from an aristocratic family, it is common to obey her father at home, her husband after marriage, and her son in old age.

All the women she has come into contact with have gone through the same thing.

Even if Empress Shen Heng is so free and outstanding, and can support the current emperor to sit firmly on the throne with Shen Yan, she still cannot escape the fate of getting married and having children.

She used to sigh with emotion, but now she understands that some women live once in the world and live their whole lives just to get married, while some make a choice after going through all kinds of things.

And Sister Shen Heng is the latter.

Whether a woman is married or not, she must hold the power of choice in her own hands, so that she will not be passive all her life.

And the biggest confidence for all this is money.

If she had her own house, she wouldn't have to look at Ming Wei's face; if she was self-sufficient and lived a stable life, she wouldn't have to care about the reputation of a lady from an aristocratic family; if she could be free from any shackles and only ask her own heart, she could love and hate without scruples, instead of tolerance and balance.

The cleaned mattress from last night was still swaying in the yard, outlining the shape of the wind, and the wispy coolness calmed her excited mood a little.

Her lower abdomen was still aching.

Ning Yuan then realized that she was a weak woman who had just given birth, and she shouldn't be so passionate.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she rested her head on her arm that was resting on the desk.

She was so weak...

It was almost night.

Will the ghost in white clothes and long hair come again?

She regretted that she was overcome by fear and didn't dare to take a good look at his true form, so she buried her head in the quilt.

When she saw him again, he had already transformed into the appearance of Shen Yan.

Ning Yuan thought again, he was actually a good ghost.

If he really looked like what was described in the ghost story, with a pale face, empty eyes, and two lines of bright red tears, she would be scared to death.

She shouldn't force the ghost.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Shen Yan was dressed in black at this time, sitting on the banyan tree in her yard that was taller than the wall, thinking about how to implement his plan.

Not to mention that he was not a ghost in white clothes and long hair.

It's true that he is used to wearing pure white, but he also knows that in order to travel secretly in the dark, it is best to change into night clothes.

For example, now.

Last night, he appeared in front of her in a white suit because of an emergency. What

's more, he is a human being, he eats grains, and he knows the temperature. It's okay to stay up late until the sky turns pale occasionally, but he can't stay up all night for a long time. In fact, he is very tired today, but he knows that now is the best time to get close to Ning Yuan. She hasn't forgotten the adventure that night, and gratitude can even be seen in her voice. But she has always been very strict and will not mention every detail to people around her. If he doesn't come now, and there is no one around to share with her, after some time, she will completely let this matter be obscured in her memory. Then he would have no idea how to marry her smoothly. He thought about it and thought of the little apple hanging in front of the donkey. The reason why the donkey ran so hard was because the apple was hanging right in front of it, but it couldn't touch it. If Ning Yuan was the little donkey... No, she always looked soft, white, tender, and pitiful, unlike a little donkey. If she had to be compared, she would probably be a little rabbit or a little cat. Shen Yan thought aimlessly, and finally came to the conclusion: What he needed to do now was not to appear in front of her, but let her know that he had been there. He lowered his eyes and looked at the simple courtyard with bright lights in front of him. He leaned his back against the tree trunk, closed his eyes temporarily, and planned to take a nap and take action after it was late at night. When he opened his eyes again, it was late at night and the room was quiet. Shen Yan quietly climbed down from the tree, checked as usual whether the servants in the yard were asleep, and then pushed open her door. He saw that she was hunched over on the bed, already asleep. She was not sleeping well, her brows were slightly knitted, curled up into a ball, and rolled up the quilt in front of her, as if she wanted to use something to press against her lower abdomen to suppress the pain of her period. Under the quilt, only a pair of slender white calves were exposed. The moonlight sprinkled through the gauze curtains, making the snow-white color even more attractive. Shen Yan's breathing had long been very light, but he still couldn't help but be disordered for a moment. His ears flushed, and he gently pulled open the quilt that she had rolled into a ball. The girl was wearing a lotus-pink nightgown with a low neckline, showing off her slender figure. He glanced away, not daring to look down, and gently placed his big hand on her belly through her thin shirt.

The touch of his palm was soft, but a little cold.

In fact, he was not a person who strictly followed the rules. Many times, the rules to him were more like a framework and criteria that he could use.

When he didn't have to maintain them deliberately, he would often want to use more efficient methods.

And Ning Yuan would be his wife sooner or later, so he naturally had already classified her from the category of "others" and didn't want to add a lot of trouble to her because of the so-called "etiquette".

Last night, he wanted to use his hands to pass some of his internal energy to her to warm her up.

He knew very well that he would not do anything beyond the line with her, but not everyone could understand his thoughts.

She was still conscious at that time, and he did this rashly, which could be regarded as an offense.

He couldn't just ask first, "Miss Ning, can I touch your belly?"

The room was quiet and silent. He felt her warmth and listened to his heartbeat, one beat after another.

All of this showed that Ning Yuan was very special to him.

He thought that he would not fall in love with anyone. He thought that he was dignified and self-restrained, without desires or demands, and would never think about women.

Until he met Ning Yuan.

But he always felt that he was moved because Ning Yuan was better at seducing than others.

At this moment, she was just lying quietly on the bed, doing nothing.

He no longer had the excuses she had seduced him in the past. It

's not like he had never seen a woman flirting on the bed before.

In the past, when His Majesty was competing with Prince Xuan for the throne, Prince Xuan had sent many beauties to him in order to win him over, but he rejected all of them.

Seeing that this approach didn't work, Prince Xuan thought of a more direct move.

He didn't know how he bribed the people in his house. Every day when he came back from work and lifted the bed curtain to rest, he could see a woman leaning on his pillow, wanting to say something but not knowing how to do it.

The beauty's voice was even more charming than Ning Yuan's: "My Lord, you have worked hard all day, why don't you let me relax for you..."

At that time, he had a lot of political affairs to worry about, and he didn't know how they could solve the problems that were so difficult for him. He only knew that his already irritable mood became even more irritable, and he was too lazy to talk to them, so he just wrapped her up in the mattress and threw her out with the quilt.

But the beauties who came to him continued to come one after another.

During that period, he bought more and more bed supplies.

Later, he finally lost his patience and asked Mingjue to find him a young man who wanted to climb up the rich and powerful branches.

The young man had eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn waves. At first glance, he was more delicate and beautiful than a beauty.

The next day, the delicate young man appeared on the bed of the always lustful Prince Xuan.

He didn't know what happened afterwards, but he only knew that Prince Xuan regarded him and the prince as mortal enemies and never thought of seducing him again.

The memories came back and slowly faded away along with the coldness in Ning Yuan's lower abdomen.

Pulling his thoughts back to reality, Shen Yan lowered his eyes to look at her, and saw that her originally tense body had relaxed a little. She didn't know what good things she had dreamed about, and her slightly frowned brows finally relaxed.

Shen Yan took out the belly-warming hand warmer and replaced his big hand. He gently covered her with the quilt, turned around and left.

The next day, when Ning Yuan woke up, she looked at the hand warmer that had appeared out of nowhere, thinking.

...That ghost...did he come again?

At night again, she deliberately extinguished the candles and lay on the bed, thinking that if she took a nap today and waited for the opportunity, she would definitely be able to catch the ghost!

Shen Yan on the banyan tree listened calmly to her overlapping voices until they completely stopped, and then he slowly opened her door.

When Ning Yuan woke up again, there was still the hand warmer that warmed her belly.

She was very sure: He must have been here!

... But why did she fall asleep again?

She looked into the warm house.

He must not have much to do, so he came and left quickly. Before she woke up, he was gone. Since

this ghost could wash clothes for her, he must also help her with other chores.

That night, she learned to be smarter and made a mess in the room. As usual, she extinguished the candles and pretended to take a nap. She waited until three o'clock in the morning but there was no sign of him. She couldn't bear it any longer and had to fall asleep again.

When she woke up, there was still a hand warmer and a clean and tidy house.

Ning Yuan was puzzled.

She thought, why didn't he come to see her?

She was determined not to sleep tonight and vowed to wait for the ghost.

Shen Yan saw that Ning Yuan's curiosity was piqued, and he knew that the time had come. If

he showed up tonight, she would be very happy.

Shen Yan always felt that as long as he wanted, there was nothing he couldn't do in this world.

Although he was not good at pursuing and pleasing a girl, he had seen too much fawning and flattery in the officialdom, and had also seen a lot of flattery in Qinlou and Chuguan, and he knew the value of the four words "to cater to someone's preferences".

He stood in front of the bronze mirror and tightened the leather belt around his waist.

This book is exclusively compiled for you by the LK team. He remembered that Ning Yuan liked men with broad shoulders and narrow waists.

Clothes should not be too loose, but must be worn tightly, to appear stable and powerful, and never appear frivolous.

"I can't sleep... I can't sleep... I'm so sleepy..."

When the girl's inner voice came over, he finally checked his appearance.

Well-dressed.

Wouldn't that woman be fascinated by this?

Ning Yuan tried hard to pry open her eyelids with her fingers, forcing herself not to fall asleep, vowing to wait for him to come.

When she heard the door ring, her heart suddenly stagnated for a moment, and she jumped up from the bed.

"Xiaobai!"

As soon as the voice fell, her smile froze on her lips.

It was Shen Yan's face that caught her eye, but it was not the white clothes that she often saw, but a rather murderous Ru Mo Jing suit.

His waist was thin, but he was not skinny. Instead, his shoulders, arms and chest were broad.

She stood barefoot on the ground and looked away in panic.

"...Xiao, Xiao Hei?" she called tentatively.

...Is Shen Yan's figure really that good?

Whenever she saw Shen Yan, he was wearing a long gown with a cross collar and wide sleeves, and he was as calm and nonchalant as his demeanor.

Because of his cold personality, he looked even more elegant as a scholar.

Even after touching his chest, she could hardly imagine that he would be so tense under his clothes.

Such a "Shen Yan" made her face a little hot, all the way to her collarbone.

It was probably like a man went to a brothel and found that the cold Bai Yueguang he had admired since childhood had changed into a gorgeous and thin dress and was dancing a Hu dance in front of him.

The contrast was extreme.

Shen Yan glared at her: "...What Xiaohei and Xiaobai?"

What kind of weird names are these.

The girl's bare toes curled slightly.

"If I keep calling you a ghost, it will seem too distant. Calling you young master will seem too polite. If I call you little darling... it's obvious that we are no longer in this relationship."

"I don't know your name, so I thought of giving you a nickname that belongs only to you." I

can't call him Shen Yan, right?

The four words "only belongs to you" greatly pleased Shen Yan.

He pondered for a moment, thinking of the peach pink like clouds in spring.

He casually said: "Then you can call me Xiaofen."

This book is exclusively organized for you by the LK team. Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment, lowered her head to see her lotus root pink dress, and her expression was slightly shy: "...Why do you call me Xiaofen?"

"Isn't it because of me?"