Although Song Luan was just a concubine's daughter at home, she still lived a very refined life, no different from other delicate young ladies. She was only interested in rouge, powder, silks and satins, and knew nothing else. She had no talent or virtue, but only beauty. She could be said to be a fool beauty.
Song Luan shuddered all over. No one could remain calm when looking into Zhao Nanyu's eyes. For a moment, she thought Zhao Nanyu had seen through something. The fingers in her sleeves trembled uncontrollably. Her scalp went numb when she was stared at by his gloomy and deep eyes.
Seeing her miserable appearance with her pale face and trembling limbs, Zhao Nanyu suppressed his coldness and became interested. After observing her for a few days, Song Luan seemed to be very afraid of him. And it was not a fear that she pretended to have, but a fear that came from the bottom of her heart.
He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that she discovered something?
Obviously, she has always been the arrogant and overbearing one.
This is really interesting.
Song Luan felt like she might faint. Her chest felt tight and she felt short of breath. She couldn't breathe. This must have been because she was scared by Zhao Nanyu. She managed to calm herself down and clenched the food box with five fingers. A chill spread from the soles of her feet to the back of her head.
Song Luan swallowed hard, forced herself to look him in the eye, raised her chin slightly, moved her lips, her attitude was neither good nor bad, she tried her best to speak in the unreasonable tone of the original owner, "It's for the child, why are you asking so many questions."
Zhao Nanyu was stunned for a moment, his eyes deepened, but he did not feel disgusted by her sudden change of attitude. She looked like a paper tiger in front of him, and he could poke her with just one finger. But this little paper tiger still thinks he is very powerful and acts cute by pretending to be powerful.
"All right."
Seeing that he did not continue to ask questions, Song Luan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her chest was no longer stuffy and she was no longer short of breath. She walked to Shi Ge'er, put the food box on the low table, and took out the osmanthus cake which was still warm.
The crystal clear osmanthus cake smelled sweet and looked vivid. Shi Ge'er had never seen cakes of this shape before, but the child was still completely attracted by the osmanthus cake, and his two dark eyes were staring at the plate intently.
Song Luan smiled and pushed it in front of him, "Try it and see if it tastes good."
Shi Ge'er still had a small toy in his hand, and his big eyes looked at her stupidly. Song Luan simply picked up a piece for him and fed it to his mouth, saying softly, "Come."
The child obediently opened his mouth, took two bites, and then swallowed it. He said in a baby voice, "It's sweet."
It’s sweet but not greasy, he likes it very much.
Song Luan felt extremely satisfied. She stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek, then asked, "Do you like it?"
Shi Ge'er couldn't bear to take his eyes off her. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was sweet, and so was the smell of his mother. He nodded vigorously, "I like it."
Song Luan touched his head again, "As long as you like it."
Shi Ge'er buried his face and lowered his eyes. He was still embarrassed by her closeness. He wanted to get closer but didn't dare to.
Song Luan still felt a little disappointed. She had seen Shi Ge'er hugging others intimately several times, sometimes it was Zhao Nanyu, sometimes it was his uncle, with his little arms tightly around their necks. But in all these days, the child has never taken the initiative to hug her or hold her hand.
Although it was understandable, she was still a little sad.
But it’s better now than at the beginning when he was so restrained that he didn’t even dare to eat in front of her. Thinking of this, the depressed mood in Song Luan's chest disappeared.
Zhao Nanyu, who had been silent beside him, suddenly smiled and said, "It looks delicious. I'll try it too."
Her slender fingers gently pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite. It was sweet and not greasy, and didn't look like something she could make at all. He raised an eyebrow, "It's delicious."
Song Luan said thank you very politely.
Zhao Nanyu took two steps forward and got so close to her that she could smell the light fragrance that belonged only to him. She clenched her hands, her heart suddenly rising into the air, not quite understanding what he wanted to do.
Zhao Nanyu stretched out his hand. Although he was a scholar, his fingertips were rough. His cold fingertips fell on her slightly hot cheek. Fortunately, he did not use much force this time. His fingertips casually slid across her face, and her delicate skin turned red. His gentleness made people feel a little scary. He asked, "Why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but after he mentioned it, Song Luan really felt uncomfortable, perhaps because it was a psychological effect.
Originally, her body was very healthy, but she had a near-death experience after giving birth and almost died. After that, her body was no longer as healthy as before. This was one of the reasons why the original owner did not like her biological son.
But even if it is not better than before, it is much better than a sickly person. He does not have typhoid fever or fever and is still full of energy every day.
When Shi Ge'er, who was sitting on the couch, heard that she was not feeling well, he immediately raised his eyes and stared at her stubbornly, probably because he was worried about her.
Song Luan thought about it, then nodded, "Yeah, it does have a headache."
Zhao Nanyu's hands seemed to have never been warm. Every time he touched her, they were freezing cold. After a while, he finally took his hands away from her face and said, "Then go back and rest."
Song Luan said yes without hesitation. Just as she was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the spot. The two of them were very close, almost sticking to each other.
As Zhao Nanyu spoke, his cold breath swept across her neck. He said, "Although it's spring, it's still cold. Wear more clothes next time you go out."
Song Luan straightened his body and replied stiffly, "Yeah."
"Go back."
"good."
She quickly rolled out of Zhao Nanyu's study. She felt that every time she spoke to him, she would lose a year of her life. No matter how well he pretended, it was useless. He was insidious and his hostility could not be hidden.
After Song Luan returned to the courtyard, it was still early, so she took out the rocking chair and lay in the yard for a while. The warm sunshine made her lazy, and she fell asleep while rocking.
It was already dusk when I woke up. After opening my eyes, my mind was still a little fuzzy, my head felt heavy, and my nose and throat felt a little uncomfortable.
"Ma'am, it's a cool evening, why don't you come inside?"
She opened her mouth, and her throat hurt when she spoke. She said, "Okay." Then she asked, "How long have I slept?"
"More than an hour." The maid replied.
I slept for so long, no wonder it’s almost dark.
At this moment, her face looked even uglier than it had been in front of Zhao Nanyu in the afternoon. It was paler than paper and she looked listless. Song Luan's feet were weak and she felt like she was sick from the afternoon wind. In addition, she had not yet fully recovered from the typhoid fever she had suffered when she first came here, and she fell ill again all of a sudden.
She held the maid's wrist and said weakly, "Help me up."
How could the maid dare not disobey? "Yes."
As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the bed in the inner room. The maid couldn't help but remind her, "Madam, dinner will be served soon."
Song Luan lay on the soft quilt without taking off her shoes. She replied weakly: "I have a headache. I don't want to eat anymore."
I have a headache and a stuffy nose. I feel so uncomfortable.
The maid was just about to tell her that Zhao Nanyu would be coming over for dinner tonight, but she had already wrapped herself in the quilt and lay there motionless.
In the study, after she left, Zhao Nanyu stopped copying the family rules. His handwriting was not good-looking because he was distracted. Shi Ge'er stopped playing with toys. Even though he didn't like sweets, he still ate several sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in a row. Just when he reached out to take the cakes on the plate again, Zhao Nanyu stopped him and said, "This is the fifth one. You can't eat any more."
Shi Ge'er retracted his hand again and whispered, "Daddy, don't you want to eat?"
Zhao Nanyu didn't like sweet food either. He smiled and asked, "Do you like her so much?"
"Yeah, I like it." Shi Ge'er is a simple and ignorant child. His mother treats him well, so he certainly can't remain indifferent.
The little guy didn't seem to be afraid of his father at all. He climbed down the soft bed and walked to Zhao Nanyu step by step on his short legs. He hugged his calves and looked up at him, "Dad, don't you like it?"
Doesn’t he like his mother who is soft, fragrant, sweet and always smiles at people?
Zhao Nanyu was silent for a long time, the color of his pupils deepened little by little, all the darkness and violence were suppressed very well, he smiled, "I like it too."
Song Luan, who was weak, sweet, and trembling with fear in front of him, really made him itchy.
It was completely dark when Zhao Nanyu entered her room. The food on the table was untouched. He looked around but didn't see her.
He asked coldly, "Where's the Madam?"
"Madam said she had a headache and was still lying in bed."
Zhao Nanyu strode into the inner room. The person on the bed wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only a gap for breathing. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled open her quilt, and forced her head out.
Song Luan's face was red, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her delicate body was limp and stuck to the quilt, and she looked listless.
Zhao Nanyu put his hand on her forehead. It was a little hot. She had a fever.
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