Song Luan slept in bed for three or four days without being fully conscious. Someone fed her water every day. Even when she was drowsy and confused, she still remembered a low and hoarse voice in her ear.
When she opened her eyes, it was already the second day of the Chinese New Year. Heavy snow was falling outside the window. The windows and door were tightly closed. Song Luan sat up from the bed, her face as pale as paper. Her slender fingers pinched the sheets beneath her, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She raised her eyelids and looked around. There was no one in the room.
Apart from feeling weak and powerless, I didn't feel any other discomfort.
She moved her calves and heard a series of tinkling sounds. Song Luan lifted the quilt and took a look. Looking at the silver chain on her ankle, she was stunned and then she laughed out loud.
Look, all her guesses and worries are coming true one by one.
The male lead is a perverted piece of shit.
With a creaky sound, the door was opened. A man in a dark gown walked in, and the wind coming in through the crack in the door dissipated some of the warmth in the room.
Song Luan's confused eyes suddenly became clear. She tugged at the chain on her ankle, her face ugly and her tone rather bad, "Untie it."
Zhao Nanyu sat down beside her in silence, gently stroked her face, and smiled weakly, "You finally woke up."
His eyes looked haggard and his lips were pale. It seemed that he had not had an easy time during the two days she was in a coma.
This child is also Zhao Nanyu's flesh and blood. He had sincerely been looking forward to his arrival. He was the one who poisoned the child and killed the child with his own hands. His heart is not made of stone. How could he not feel pain? It felt like a barbed thorn had been stuck in the tip of my heart, and trying to take it out would only make it more painful.
Zhao Nanyu held a bowl of porridge and continued, "Let's eat something first."
Although Song Luan still had no strength left, she raised her chin and glared at him, "You untie it."
Zhao Nanyu pretended not to hear. Song Luan lowered his head and bit his wrist hard. Her sharp teeth pierced through his skin and penetrated deeply into his flesh. She would not let go until blood came out.
Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to feel any pain and didn't even frown.
Song Luan was a little discouraged. She seemed to understand a little bit why Zhao Nanyu was crazy. In fact, the pain that day was so severe that she was unconscious and talking nonsense. She only vaguely remembered what she said.
She smiled weakly, looking at Zhao Nanyu with a calm look, and there was not even any resentment towards him in her eyes. "What I said that day was all nonsense. Untie it, I won't run away."
Song Luan took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'm already like this now, what else do you want?"
Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart directly.
Song Luan reminded Zhao Nanyu from time to time that it was he who caused her to become so sickly and frail.
Song Luan figured it out. It was pointless to sneak around since he couldn't get away.
Doesn’t she still have her family?
The color on Zhao Nanyu's face gradually faded. She lowered her eyes, took out the key she had carried with her without saying a word, and untied the chain that shackled her ankles.
Song Luan didn't even look at him, and lay down again, with his back to him, "I don't want to eat."
Zhao Nanyu thought that she would cry and make a fuss when she woke up, and would point at his nose and curse him, but he didn't expect her to be so calm as if nothing had happened, and there was not even a trace of resentment towards him in her eyes.
She had no emotions towards him.
Zhao Nanyu's face turned pale and he forced a smile, "How have you been eating these days? Don't ruin your body."
Song Luan turned around, looked him straight in the eye, and smiled mischievously, "If you go out, I'll eat."
Zhao Nanyu compromised in a mute voice, "Okay."
As soon as he left, Nanny Lin came in with lunch. She served her carefully and watched her eat two bowls of porridge before clearing the table.
Song Luan put on a coat and got out of bed. There was a strong fire in the room, so she didn't feel cold at all. Song Luan wanted to open the window to get some fresh air, but Nanny Lin stopped her, "Madam, it's cold outside, it's harmful to your health."
She nodded. Her body was her own. Others might not feel sorry for it, but she couldn't abuse herself.
Zhao Nanyu also knew that Song Luan probably didn't want to see him, but he still stayed in her room for three meals a day. After a few days, he saw that her face was gradually getting more red, so he said, "The Lantern Festival is coming soon. The streets will definitely be very lively that night. You will definitely like it."
Song Luan showed little interest, "Oh."
When she woke up, she found that his jade pendant was still intact on her neck. Song Luan had already become indifferent to this, as she could not persuade Zhao Nanyu any more.
He hugged her from behind, his hands gently on her waist, and Zhao Nanyu rested his chin on her shoulder, "Don't you like it?"
Song Luan's body froze, and she looked away. "I was just wondering, if he was still alive, would it be a boy or a girl?"
She and Zhao Nanyu both look good. If she were a girl, she would definitely be very cute, fair, tender and round, and so adorable that she would melt people's hearts. If it's a boy, he would probably be as smart as Shi Ge'er.
Zhao Nanyu's throat was choked and he couldn't speak. When he recovered and was about to speak, he heard Song Luan say, "Well, okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
Bringing it up will only hurt both sides.
………
Song Luan's miscarriage was similar to her initial pregnancy, and she couldn't hide it from the people in the mansion.
The third lady almost fainted when she heard the news. The last time she went back to visit, weren't the mother and child fine? How come the child is gone in the blink of an eye? A Yu watched so closely, this shouldn't be the case.
She wanted to visit, but A Yu rejected her request in just a few words.
The Third Madam saw that he was also very haggard. In the past ten years, it was rare for Ayu to be so depressed. She patted his shoulder and could only comfort him: "You are still young, and you will have children in the future. Don't be too sad."
Zhao Nanyu pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, but couldn't laugh.
No, never again in this life.
"When Aluan feels better, I hope mother can talk to her." Zhao Nanyu said softly.
The third wife felt that this stepson was quite pitiful and nodded, "Don't worry."
"Thank you, mother."
Song Luan had a very quiet year.
On the third day of the New Year, the old lady asked someone to invite her over for dinner. Song Luan dressed herself up beautifully and put on makeup to hide her originally pale complexion.
Compared to the past few days, she has lost a lot of weight and her clothes seem too big for her.
I don’t know if the old lady felt pity for her, but this time she looked at her with a much gentler gaze and no longer said anything sarcastic.
Several ladies of the Zhao family were present. The first and second ladies were chatting happily. Song Luan just lowered her head to drink chicken soup and had no intention of joining in their conversation, but she couldn't help but mention her.
The Second Madam asked in a pretentious manner, "Aluan, are you feeling well? Miscarriage is no small matter. If you don't take good care of yourself, you'll develop a chronic illness in the future."
Song Luan put down the spoon in his hand, smiled at the second wife, and replied sarcastically, "It's very good. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
The second lady's expression changed and she glared at her, "How can you talk like that? Auntie is also concerned about you."
care? Song Luan just wanted to sneer.
Even the old lady didn't mention the miscarriage to her, but the second wife was the one who whispered in her ear.
"That's really troublesome for you."
The old lady interrupted them coldly, "Let's eat."
After dinner, the second wife was still not going to stop talking. She spoke in a loud voice, and no one knew who was listening to her. "My nephew already has three children, who are younger than A Yu. I heard these two days that one of his concubines is pregnant again. Fortunately, he has a good wife who is generous, kind, and obedient." While sighing with the people around her, the second wife did not forget to glance at Song Luan, "Marry a virtuous wife, and don't marry a wife with a bad temper or a jealous one."
The eldest lady glanced at her secretly and said meaningfully, "I remember that Ayu has never had a concubine?"
"Yeah. No."
With Song Luan's bad temper, who would dare to take care of A Yu?
In this world, who doesn’t have a concubine in their family? If she is a good concubine, she must be taken back home in a sedan chair.
The first lady originally didn't want to get involved in Zhao Nanyu's affairs. Whether he took concubines or not had nothing to do with the first wife. Now her eldest son has returned to the capital. In the past, Song Luan shamelessly seduced her eldest son. Although she has not become more aggressive now, her nature has not changed. What if she still wants to seduce her son with evil intentions? What should she do?
Given Song Luan's beauty, it's possible that the eldest son would be seduced by her and do something stupid. Therefore, the eldest lady wanted to take the opportunity to coax the old lady into giving Zhao Nanyu a concubine, to create trouble for Song Luan and make her have no energy to flirt with others.
To be honest, Song Luan was eager for Zhao Nanyu to take a concubine. Who could stand him? Anyway, she is not worthy of it.
She said with a fake smile: "It's not that I'm jealous, I'm just weak and often can't serve my husband well. I also want to find two well-educated girls to help my husband solve his problems."
Everyone was stunned. The old lady coughed twice and said, "Okay, you don't have to worry about this."
Song Luan understood that the old lady already had a plan in mind.
Before leaving, the old lady asked the nanny to get her a box of top-grade ginseng from the house. After all, it was a token of her love, so Song Luan did not refuse. She took the gift and thanked her in a low voice before leaving.
Zhao Nanyu returned late at night, and Song Luan was still awake. She sat on the bed barefoot, holding her chin, and told him what happened today like a joke, "Lord Zhao is very lucky, and it seems that grandmother wants to take two concubines for him."
Zhao Nanyu seemed not to hear what she said. He silently put on her stockings and put them under the quilt, "Don't catch a cold."
Song Luan kicked the quilt away as if to oppose him, and smiled with curved eyes, "Are you unmoved by hearing about beauty?"
Zhao Nanyu's eyes were fixed on her face. He wanted to find a hint of jealousy and unwillingness in her eyes, but there was none. Her eyes were as clean as spring water, clear and calm. It seemed that she really just wanted to tell him the news.
"It's none of my business."
Song Luan exclaimed, "You really have a heart of stone."
Zhao Nanyu curled up his fingers, his face pale, and couldn't help but said: "You don't care much."
Song Luan blinked at him and said, "I care."
fraud.
Her acting skills were actually very poor, or perhaps she just didn't want to deal with him.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and he was hurt by her calmness. Every breath he took seemed to carry the smell of blood, and his throat became extremely hoarse. "Okay, go to sleep."
Song Luan lay in the innermost room with her quilt rolled up. The paper lantern at the head of the bed was emitting a dim glow. She said, "Let's go out for a walk together on the Lantern Festival."
Zhao Nanyu's heart trembled, and he turned off the light and said "Okay".
"Call my brother along when the time comes."
She just wanted to see Song Heqing. Being kept in the house by him like this, she didn't know when she could go out. She had seen Zhao Nanyu go crazy once before. The feeling of having chains around her ankles was not very good, and she really didn't want to experience it again.
Doesn’t he like to hear nice things? Then tell him.
She could say she loved him a thousand times or ten thousand times, but it was all fake. With her clumsy acting skills, I didn't believe that Zhao Nanyu couldn't tell it was a lie. If he was willing to deceive himself, she naturally had no objection.
There are still ten days until the Lantern Festival, and Song Luan has no interest in doing anything. He spends more time sleeping than awake during the day.
The day before the Lantern Festival, she saw the gold and silver jewelry in the cabinet and was stunned for a moment. She remembered what Zhao Nanyu had said to her that day. She remembered his expression at that time clearly.
She carefully threw aside all the things she had picked out from Zhao Nanyu's warehouse. After picking them out, there were not many things left in the box. She felt a chill on her back and was frightened.
When Zhao Nanyu came back, he saw that she had thrown away all those things but he didn't say anything. She was wearing thin clothes and standing by the window to enjoy the breeze. He wrapped his cloak around her tightly and said, "Be careful of the cold wind."
Song Luan was locked in his arms, and his scent filled her body. "I'm not cold."
"I'm afraid you'll be cold."
Song Luan just shut up.
He bought her some snacks that she liked, but Song Luan didn't even touch them. She just glanced at them and passed them over, then turned around and told someone to throw them away.
Zhao Nanyu looked at the snacks thrown in the corner, his face tense and silent.
At night, Song Luan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Zhao Nanyu held her in his arms, kissed her lips, and hummed a tune softly.
The hoarse and low voice accompanied by the pleasant tune was indeed very soothing. Song Luan closed her eyes in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.
This little tune was what Zhao Nanyu's mother often sang to coax him when he was a child.
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms and hugged her tighter.
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