Song Luan also knew that her performance was totally unlike what the original owner would do, but what could she do? ! Knowing the ending, she still continues to commit suicide in front of the male protagonist? Does she think her life is too long?
She could be domineering, but she would never dare to do that in front of Zhao Nanyu.
She called him "husband" very naturally, and her movements to hook him were as smooth as flowing water, without any flaws. Zhao Nanyu knew she was acting but did not expose her. He naturally held her wrist and pulled her to his side, asking with great interest, "Can heaven and earth bear witness?"
Song Luan also knew how false what she said was, and she felt very guilty! She just held him tightly and refused to let go, gritting her teeth and pretending not to hear what he said.
Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Zhao Nanyu's tone was not as good as at the beginning. He sneered and said, "Speak."
Song Luan had a bitter face, and various emotions flashed in her eyes. She sniffed and stammered, "People change... I just realized my own thoughts recently. I... I... Anyway, I didn't lie to you."
Zhao Nanyu pondered and said, "Then tell me what you feel for me?"
She smiled awkwardly, "I admire you."
This is really not a lie. She really admires Zhao Nanyu. He is patient and restrained, ruthless, and will not be dragged down by love affairs.
Song Luan tugged at the corner of his clothes and looked up at him, "Let's go, Shi Ge'er is getting impatient."
She was anxious to leave here, who knew what else Zhao Bo would say to slander her!
Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her back with her fingers, looked at Zhao Bo calmly, and smiled, "Don't worry, listen again."
Awesome. Song Luan gave him a thumbs up in his heart, thinking that he had a really strong ability to endure.
Zhao Bo kept chattering on and on, and he always talked about Zhao Nanyu's mother over and over again, mocking his background.
Song Luan discovered something very scary. Even though he was verbally humiliated by his brothers behind his back, Zhao Nanyu still had a faint smile on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After hearing enough, Zhao Nanyu took Song Luan's hand and left the back garden without looking back. When they were almost at the main courtyard, he let go of her hand.
Song Luan looked at his back, frowning. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she called him boldly, "Zhao Nanyu."
The man stood in the sun, his skin white and transparent. He turned his head, staring at her with his dark eyes motionlessly, waiting for her next words.
Song Luan asked: "Aren't you angry at all?"
He must have known that Zhao Bo had said a lot of bad things about him in the past, but he didn't rush up to tear it apart when they bumped into him today. He just let Zhao Bo expose it so calmly, which was a pity just thinking about it.
Zhao Nanyu's pupils seemed to be filled with layers of impenetrable light, which made her feel uneasy. He smiled and replied, "I'm not angry."
Song Luan shivered inexplicably and felt cold all over. She really admired his ability to tell lies with his eyes open. Who believes it? She doesn't believe it anyway.
At this moment, she felt that the smile on his lips was so charming.
In the evening of that day, Song Luan heard the news that someone had reported Zhao Bo's fabrication of his second brother in the afternoon to the old man, and Zhao Bo was beaten with a cane by the old man. Now he is still kneeling in the ancestral hall and has not come out.
She thought that this was most likely done by Zhao Nanyu. This man was a good talker, but he was not the kind of person who would willingly suffer in silence.
If doing it openly doesn't work, then just deal with Zhao Bo secretly.
But I heard that Zhao Nanyu didn't get any benefits. No one knew what he had done wrong, but he was punished by the old man to copy the family rules ten times. Song Luan was fortunate enough to see the Zhao family rules once. It was a long volume. Copying it once was enough to make him suffer. If he had to copy it ten times, she felt a little sorry for Zhao Nanyu's hands.
Song Luan had no problem with Zhao Nanyu. It didn't matter if his methods were not very fair. After all, he had no choice. His father didn't love him and his stepmother didn't love him. Now he had no power or influence, so he could only use some cheap tricks.
What she was more worried about was her own situation. Although Zhao Nanyu was kind to her and was intimate with her in bed, he was probably not sincere and was just acting. It would not work to just sit there and wait for death like before. She had to take the initiative and regain Zhao Nanyu's favor little by little.
Song Luan still remembers "The Powerful Minister". In the later part of the book, a lot of words were used to describe in detail how much Zhao Nanyu valued Zhao Shi. As a very long female-oriented novel, even when it was almost over, the male and female protagonists were still young, and Zhao Nanyu was no exception.
At the age of thirty, he took control of all the power, and began to gradually reveal his cold and ruthless side. He was only gentle in front of his own son. Although he hated the original owner, he treated his son very well.
Song Luan loved him so much that she didn't see him having any other children until the end of his life.
So Song Luan decided to improve her relationship with Shi Ge'er first. Besides, she liked Shi Ge'er from the bottom of her heart. Blood relationship is so magical, as if she had really experienced the ten months of pregnancy.
As the sky gradually darkened, the sunset glow in the distant sky was a bright red, very eye-catching.
Song Luan stretched her back, stood under the corridor, and casually asked the maid beside her, "Where is the kitchen?"
The maid was stunned, not quite understanding what this troublesome lady was going to do. After a few seconds, she reacted and quickly replied, "It's next to the side room on the west side."
Song Luan nodded, "Take me there."
As a young woman who has lived alone at home for a long time, the only thing she can show off is her cooking skills. She is self-taught and is good at cooking all kinds of dishes, whether spicy or sweet.
The maid tremblingly led her to the kitchen door, and Song Luan went in on her own. Everyone in the kitchen was shocked to see her. The cook really disliked her as the second young master's wife. When the original owner first came in, she made a lot of trouble for the people in the small kitchen. I dislike all the dishes.
Song Luan coughed twice, tried to stay calm, and said slowly: "Is there an empty stove? I want to use it."
With a "tsk", the old master laughed out loud. How can a delicate lady like her, who has never done any housework, cook? I'm not afraid of making others laugh when I tell them about it.
Song Luan was not annoyed and waited patiently for a reply.
"Young Madam, there is a stove, of course."
The old master pointed to the empty one next to him and said expressionlessly, "You can use it if you want."
Everyone in the room was rejoicing that they had just prepared dinner, otherwise the unreasonable Second Young Master's wife would have made a fuss later in the evening and it would have been endless, and they would have been implicated.
Song Luan rolled up his sleeves, told people to prepare the ingredients, and stood in front of the stove ready to start working. She thought that children all liked to eat sweet and beautiful cakes, so this time she planned to make some osmanthus cakes for Shi Ge'er.
Sugar, osmanthus flowers and flour were all placed in front of her.
Song Luan kneaded the flour skillfully, cut it into small pieces of dough, and then used her hands to pinch them into the shapes of small flowers and animals, which were very cute.
Her smooth movements were eye-catching. Even the cooking master stopped what he was doing and looked at her with shocked eyes. It seemed that he couldn't believe that she could actually do it and do it so well. It looks like the technique of shaping is not something he just learned.
A group of people were thinking that it was really a weird thing that happened in broad daylight.
After steaming the osmanthus cake, Song Luan did not stay in the kitchen to disturb them. He picked up the food and said politely, "You guys are busy. I'll leave first."
She carried the lunch box and ran straight to the front yard, humming a little tune.
Shi Ge'er is actually quite pitiful. With no one to play with him, he can only sit alone in Zhao Nanyu's study, playing with the toys he is tired of. Fortunately, he is sensible enough and does not feel bored even with the things he is tired of playing with. Very patient, just like his father.
In front of the window pane of the study room was the desk. Zhao Nanyu was standing in front of the desk, holding a brush in his hand, copying the family rules word by word. He didn't feel any pain in his hands after copying for an entire afternoon, and he had no intention of stopping.
"Knock knock knock," Song Luan knocked on the door politely before entering.
"Who?" The word was asked very coldly, like a stone wrapped in ice hitting her in the face.
Song Luan was startled and felt strange. So Zhao Nanyu was there too? She originally thought that only Shi Ge'er was practicing calligraphy. If she had known he was there, she might not have come.
"It's me."
"Come in." The tone of these three words was so much gentler.
She pushed open the door and smelled a clear fragrance. There was a small incense burner on the table, and it seemed that the fragrance was coming from there.
Shi Ge'er was sitting on the soft couch, holding a small wooden toy in his hand. He had a simple expression and his delicate little face was full of innocence. The big dark eyes looked straight at her.
Every time Song Luan sees Shi Ge'er, her heart is melted by his cuteness.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Nanyu put down his brush and walked straight towards her in the last bit of sunlight.
Song Luan raised the food box in her hand and said, "I made some cakes for Shi Ge'er and brought them to him specially."
She looked so attentive, like a little fox seeking credit, with a hint of silliness in her playfulness.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes darkened, a deep smile appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he asked slowly, "Did you make this yourself?"
"Why don't I remember you doing that?"
"When did you learn it?"
In fact, Zhao Nanyu didn't suspect anything. He just guessed that Song Luan took the pastries made by others, but insisted on saying that she made them to please others.
This series of questions stunned Song Luan. Facing Zhao Nanyu's meaningful eyes, her calves suddenly felt a little weak.
She wanted to slip away.
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Song Luan: Eat it if you want to, forget it if you don’t want to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? ? ? ?
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