The moment Song Luan saw Zhao Nanyu, she put away the smile on her face, straightened her clothes, and lowered her head without looking at him.
Shi Ge'er didn't even wear shoes. He stepped on the carpet in his socks. He ran to Zhao Nanyu excitedly, hugged his thighs tightly, and looked up at him. The charcoal fire in the room made his face a little red. He smiled and said, "Father."
Zhao Nanyu touched his face, picked him up, looked up at Song Luan who was looking down and silent, walked over, and asked in a low voice: "Have you had dinner?"
Shige shook his head, "Not yet."
Song Luan suddenly stood up and put on a coat, "I'll go get someone to set the table."
After not seeing each other for more than ten days, Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu seemed to have lost some weight, but this was not surprising. This was a critical period and he was probably very busy. She just felt a little sorry to miss the letter that Shi Ge'er had just written.
Because it was the Little New Year, the dinner was particularly sumptuous. The red candles illuminated the room.
In the afternoon, Song Luan went to the kitchen to stew pigeon soup and cooked a bowl of glutinous rice balls with fermented glutinous rice wine. The room was warm. Zhao Nanyu took off his outer coat, revealing a green round-necked sweater underneath.
Zhao Nanyu drank half a bowl of pigeon soup and didn't eat much else. He seemed to be worried. He had been frowning since just now and his face looked a little gloomy.
Song Luan pretended that she couldn't see anything and just focused on eating. She didn't even talk to Zhao Nanyu. It wasn't that she didn't talk on purpose, she just had nothing to say.
The happiest person was Shi Ge'er. In the past, it was only him and his father who celebrated the Little New Year. This year is different, my mother is here too.
After having dinner peacefully, Song Luan hid in the inner room, took out needle and thread from the drawer, and planned to embroider a pair of socks for Shi Ge'er. Her needlework was a mess, and this pair of socks was purely for practice.
Zhao Nanyu's face seemed to be even uglier, but he still didn't say anything. He brought Shi Ge'er to the desk and began to check his homework. Although Zhao Chao came less frequently these days, Shi Ge'er himself did not slack off at all.
After checking the homework, it was already late.
Song Luan washed her face with water, then slowly moved to Zhao Nanyu's side, with a calm and composed expression, "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
She thought Zhao Nanyu would not be willing to stay in her house. He was probably still angry, so he didn't send any news for so many days.
Zhao Nanyu opened his lips and whispered, "Brother Shi, please sleep in the cubicle."
He was going to stay. Song Luan pinched her palm subconsciously, her face turned pale, she nodded and said okay.
Nanny Lin took Shi Ge'er downstairs to wash up, and she and Zhao Nanyu were the only ones left in the room. She began to get nervous for some reason, and even with her head lowered, she could feel a burning gaze staring at her.
Song Luan raised her head and opened her mouth to say something, but the man in front of her strode forward, grabbed her waist with one hand, and threw her directly on the bed with a somewhat rough movement. Just as she was about to get up, a black shadow pressed down on her.
Zhao Nanyu had been patient for a long time and could no longer control himself. The trapped beast was completely released from the cage in his heart. After being treated coldly for more than ten days, he was furious.
His face was cold as ice. He firmly grasped her wrists on the bed with his big hands, folded them lightly, and pressed them on top of her head. Zhao Nanyu lowered his head and was about to kiss her, but Song Luan turned her face away and narrowly avoided his kiss.
Anger flashed in Zhao Nanyu's dark eyes. He clasped her slender wrist like white jade with one hand and pressed her chin firmly with the other free hand, forcing her to look up and look at him.
He asked in a low voice: "Hate me?"
Song Luan admitted it and did not deny it. Zhao Nanyu did not seem to want to talk to her. He bit her lips to make a small cut and tasted the sweet blood, feeling satisfied.
Zhao Nanyu had just untied her belt when Song Luan took advantage of the opportunity, freed herself with both hands and pushed him away. She hugged the quilt to her chest with a defensive look.
Zhao Nanyu sneered twice, and was hurt by the reluctance in her eyes. His face turned pale with anger. He raised his hand, and all the candles in the room went out, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
Song Luan had her back to him, her mind in a mess. She just didn't want Zhao Nanyu to touch her tonight.
After she fell asleep, Zhao Nanyu was still awake. The moonlight was bright, and the faint moonlight happened to shine on her cheek. Suddenly, he saw tears begin to flow from the corners of her eyes, silently.
The woman seemed to have had a nightmare and looked uneasy. Zhao Nanyu reached out and held her in his arms, wiping away her tears with his fingers.
He sighed, "What can I do with you?"
You can't curse, talk, or be cold.
It's like raising a little ancestor.
Zhao Nanyu felt a dull pain in his heart, but this little ancestor didn't have him in her heart yet.
The two continued in this stalemate. The next day, Song Luan woke up early. She didn't sleep well that night and kept having intermittent dreams. She kept dreaming about being pierced through the heart by Zhao Nanyu's sword. In the dream, all the organs in her body were corroded and it was very painful. But after waking up, she didn't feel any discomfort at all.
Song Luan also hated her dreaminess, and most of the scenes she dreamed of were things that had happened in the past. She began to feel uneasy, wondering if Zhao Nanyu would not poison her in the end, but stab her to death with a sword instead?
Song Luan was too lazy to think about it anymore, so as not to scare herself. Suddenly, she heard the noise of Zhao Nanyu getting up, and she quickly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.
The man beside her lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After putting on his clothes, he seemed to look in her direction.
Zhao Nanyu looked at her silently for a long time, then suddenly raised his finger to her collar, lifted up her collar and took a look. The jade pendant he gave her was still on her neck.
He withdrew his finger, and soon Song Luan heard the sound of the door closing.
As soon as Zhao Nanyu left, she immediately opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She had almost forgotten about the jade pendant he had given her. She was reluctant at first, but later she put it on after being coaxed and threatened by him. She actually got used to it after these days.
Song Luan put on a coat and walked to the window, opening a small gap. It was still snowing outside. The red plum blossoms in the yard were blooming against the frost and snow, and a layer of white snow covered the branches.
The blend of red and white creates a picturesque scenery.
A cool breeze blew in through the window. After only a short while, Song Luan felt cold, so she closed the window tightly again.
She untied the red string around her neck, carefully placed the jade pendant in her palm, looked at it carefully for a moment, and silently placed it in the locked drawer in front of the dressing table.
I opened the drawer and found a divorce letter neatly placed inside. This divorce letter was not written by Song Luan. It was there when she first entered this body. I think it was written by the original owner a long time ago. Maybe, just like her, it was never given to Zhao Nanyu for various reasons.
Song Luan put the divorce letter and the jade pendant together. She felt that it would not be long before these two items would be delivered to Zhao Nanyu's hands.
Maybe it was because of too much cold wind, but Song Luan started coughing that night. Zhao Nanyu looked at her several times. Her throat was itchy, and she barely managed to hold back her coughing. "I'm fine."
Zhao Nanyu continued to write his memorial with his head down, but he couldn't suppress Song Luan's cough.
The man put down his pen, turned and walked out.
Song Luan thought that he had gone back to the study room because of the noise she made. She felt a little guilty and a little bit unspeakable sadness. Not long after, the door was opened and Zhao Nanyu walked in with a bowl of throat-soothing rock sugar and snow pear soup.
Zhao Nanyu handed her the bowl in his hand and said, "Drink it." After a pause, he said, "It's cold these days. You have a cold body, so stay out of the wind. If you want to see the plum blossoms, ask the maid to pick two branches for you and put them in the room."
It turned out that he knew what she did every day.
Now was not the time to be pretentious, so Song Luan took the soup he handed over and drank it slowly. Her throat did feel better than before, and she whispered, "Thank you."
Song Luan had a vague feeling that Zhao Nanyu might not be able to endure it any longer tonight.
He had been abstaining from sex for many days and was a young man full of vigor and vitality. He was hurt by Song Luan's actions last night, so he let her go this time.
There was no way Song Luan could escape tonight.
Zhao Nanyu covered her eyes. He really didn't want to see her indifferent and distant eyes. He didn't say a word the whole time. In the end, Song Luan couldn't even lift her hands. She was sweating profusely as she was held in his arms.
Her fingers were sore and weak.
It was Zhao Nanyu who was kind enough to untie the black tape covering her eyes, and wrapped a finger around her black hair, playing with it carefully.
Song Luan fell asleep quickly. In her memory, Zhao Nanyu seemed to say something to her, but she was sleeping too soundly and didn't hear it clearly.
After this lovemaking, Zhao Nanyu still went out early and came back late every day. Sometimes he was too busy and slept directly in the study. He didn't come to her for several days in a row.
Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu was deliberately ignoring her, but she really didn't care. She liked him, so she was sad about this. As a result, although both of them were at home, they met less often than before.
Zhao Nanyu's birthday was on the fourth day after the Little New Year. Song Luan had originally forgotten about it, but it was only when Nanny Lin whispered it in her ear that she knew about it.
There was no time to prepare a birthday gift for him at this time, so Song Luan pretended that he didn't know and didn't prepare anything from beginning to end.
Song Luan still remembers that the male protagonist didn't like celebrating his birthday because he thought it was too troublesome. I thought this was just an ordinary day, no different from any other day.
During the day, Zhao Nanyu did not appear in front of her. Song Luan thought to herself that maybe he had even forgotten this day.
At night, she had just climbed onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt when the door was pushed open. Zhao Nanyu felt a stuffy sensation in her chest, as if there was a breath stuck inside and she felt very uncomfortable.
He approached her with a cold face, sat down beside the bed, and looked at her straight without saying a word.
Song Luan's fingers quietly grasped the bed sheet beneath her, her knuckles were pale, and she just thought that Zhao Nanyu was looking for her to settle the score.
Song Luan waited for a long time but he didn't open his mouth. She had no choice but to ask, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Nanyu looked pale. He smiled and said, "Nothing. I just came to see you."
I shouldn't have expected her to remember her birthday. Zhao Nanyu thought, in her heart, perhaps he was not as important as the boy named Huai Jin.
As if he noticed her discomfort, Zhao Nanyu stood up immediately and said, "I still have things to do, you go to sleep."
"good."
Song Luan looked at his thin back and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She began to feel guilty for no apparent reason, as if she had really done something excessive.
She turned off the lights and lay straight on the bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, she saw Zhao Nanyu's pale face. There was a hint of loneliness and pity reflected in his pupils, which made people feel soft-hearted and pity him.
The protagonist's character is a typical round character, who makes people hate him and love him at the same time. He had a miserable childhood, was not valued by his relatives, and was often bullied by others. But he is also a ruthless character who kills without blinking an eye, and his methods of injuring people are extremely cruel.
Probably no one will celebrate his birthday for him in this life. Zhao Nanyu seemed to be hesitant to speak just now. Maybe he wanted to tell her about this?
Song Luan made random guesses and rolled around on the bed twice. He felt uneasy and sighed. He got up, put on his clothes again, and went to the kitchen.
Song Luan cooked a bowl of shredded chicken noodles for Zhao Nanyu, put it in a lunch box, and prepared to send it to his study.
It was too cold outside, so halfway through the walk, Song Luan turned back to find his cloak and put it on. Most of his face was hidden in the fur collar, revealing a pair of round eyes.
When she walked into the study, her shoes were soaked with snow and her socks were soaked, making them a little uncomfortable to wear.
Song Luan raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was no sound from inside, so she knocked twice more. Zhao Nanyu's voice came through the door and fell into her ears. That voice was not pleasant at all.
"who?"
Song Luan moistened his throat and replied softly, "It's me."
After a long silence, the door in front of her was opened from the inside and Zhao Nanyu dragged her into the house.
He moved so quickly and with so much force that he almost knocked over the food box in Song Luan's hand.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes were dark, and he asked, "Why are you here?"
Not long ago, Song Luan seemed to have asked a similar question to him.
She took out the shredded chicken noodles from the lunch box. The noodle soup was still hot, even steaming. She didn't say it was longevity noodles, but said tactfully, "Oh, I was afraid you were hungry, so I cooked a bowl of noodles for you."
The breath that was blocked in Zhao Nanyu's chest seemed to disappear like smoke. He continued with a hoarse voice, "Well, I am indeed hungry."
This was the first time in all these years that someone remembered his birthday and cooked noodles for him.
Mr. Zhao San didn’t remember, and the old lady didn’t remember either.
No one in this family cares about his life or death.
Although Zhao Nanyu didn't like noodles, he still finished the bowl of noodles made by Song Luan, leaving no soup.
The servants naturally cleaned up the dishes. Song Luan seldom entered his study, and the number of times she came over was very few. Perhaps she was not used to the smell of sandalwood in the study, and she felt stuffy in her chest and a little nauseous.
Song Luan's face turned pale, and he wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. "I'm sleepy too. I'll go back to the room and rest."
Zhao Nanyu had amazing observation skills. He pinched her wrist bone and stopped her. "Why do you look so ugly?"
Song Luan was driven crazy by this disgusting feeling that made her want to vomit but couldn't. Her eyes were redder than a rabbit's and there were a few tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
She waved his hand away angrily, "The smell in the study is too bad, I want to go back!"
Zhao Nanyu let go of her hand as he was told, stared at her thoughtfully, tied the belt of her cloak for her, and then ordered his followers to send her back.
After everyone left, Zhao Nanyu instructed the attendant outside the door: "Please invite Nanny Lin over."
He remembered that this was the second time Song Luan wanted to vomit for no reason.
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