Zhao Wenyan is young but has a bad temper. He is only sixteen years old this year. The boy's face is still childish, his eyebrows are arrogant, and his expression is impatient. Although he and Zhao Nanyu are not born of the same mother, they have similarities in appearance. When they stand together, you can tell they are brothers at a glance.
He looked at Song Luan with disdain, as if he was looking at something dirty, afraid that he would be disgusted by getting too close. "Father will be here later."
Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Got it."
The more Zhao Wenyan looked at this, the angrier he became. He didn't like his second brother very much, but he also didn't want to hear people gossip about him in this family. After this unscrupulous second sister-in-law came into the family, the gossip became even more!
Song Luan was a beautiful woman, but she was very vicious and flirted with other men all the time, which brought shame to his second brother.
"It's almost time, come in."
Almost all the family members were present, except for Uncle Zhao's eldest son who was away from Beijing due to assignment. Everyone else was sitting in their chairs in an orderly manner.
Mr. Zhao sat in the middle. He was over sixty years old, but still looked energetic. He stroked his white beard, glanced at everyone at the table, and then said, "Let's eat."
Although it was a family dinner, Song Luan still felt that the atmosphere was very stiff. She held the chopsticks and dared not move. She was very tactful and kept a low profile, hoping that no one would notice her. However, she always felt that several pairs of eyes were staring at her, as if she was the protagonist of this family dinner.
She couldn't eat because of the stares she was given. The food tasted like wax and after half an hour, everyone put down their chopsticks one by one.
Old Master Zhao values each of his grandsons very much. He asks those who have no academic achievements about their studies, and those who have academic achievements about matters in the court. In short, he is very attentive to them.
After dinner, Mr. Zhao left first on the pretext of having something to do, but the others could not leave. Mr. Zhao looked at Zhao Nanyu deeply and suddenly said, "Yu'er, stay and play a game of chess with me before you leave."
Zhao Nanyu said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Yes."
The old man took out his best white jade chessboard, and while the grandfather and grandson played chess, the others stood by and watched.
Zhao Nanyu's chess skills were not inferior to his grandfather's, and he had no intention of giving in. Every move he made hit the vital points. After a long period of maneuvering, the old man gradually lost the upper hand.
This made the other brothers both jealous and amused. They were jealous that he could compete with their grandfather in chess, but they were amused because he would definitely annoy his grandfather if he didn't give in at all.
"Yuer's chess skills have improved a lot."
"Grandfather, you are so kind."
The old man put down the chess piece. He didn't seem to be angry about losing the game. Instead, he was very happy. This was why he always kept Zhao Nanyu to play chess with him. He would not let him go. This way, the game would be more enjoyable.
After playing chess, the old man waved his hand and let them go.
As soon as he left the hospital, Mr. Zhao San said to Zhao Nanyu behind him with a cold face: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."
Zhao Nanyu nodded, lowering his head so that his facial expression could not be seen.
Song Luan was standing not far from them, holding the already asleep Shi Ge'er in his arms. Mr. Zhao San's face was dark and ugly, and his face showed unhappiness.
Master Zhao San was in a very bad mood at the moment. He had always had some complaints about his son, and even felt a little disgusted with him. He hated his mother of humble origin even more. He had made no achievements in the court and was not favored by the old man, but the son whom he had always looked down upon was more favored by the old man than him, which made him feel very unhappy.
"Your mother's nephew is also on duty at the Dali Temple, right?" asked Mr. Zhao San.
The "mother" he mentioned was naturally not Zhao Nanyu's biological mother, but Mr. Zhao San's current wife, that is, Mrs. Zhao San.
"yes."
Master Zhao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he pointed at him and said angrily: "Your mother asked you to take care of her nephew, why did you turn a deaf ear to her? Not only did you not take care of him, you didn't even help him when he was in trouble."
Zhao Nanyu actually smiled. Not only did he not help, but he was also the one who caused the man to be fired from his job.
"Father thinks too highly of me." The hint of sarcasm in his tone was like a slap in the face of Master Zhao San.
Mr. Zhao was so angry at his calm reply that he couldn't breathe. He pointed at him and said, "You bastard, why did I give birth to someone like you?"
Mr. Zhao Sanye was so angry that his neck turned red.
It wasn't the first time that Zhao Nanyu was scolded by him. He had heard words like "evil son" and "evil obstacle" so many times that he no longer felt any discomfort.
He cupped his hands, respectfully showing no fault to find, "Father, if you have nothing else to say, I will go back first."
It was a quiet night, and Song Luan was standing not far from them. In addition, Mr. Zhao Sanye's tone of voice became several pitches higher when he was angry, so it was difficult for her not to hear something.
Logically speaking, Song Luan was very reluctant to see Zhao Nanyu being scolded by his father. Zhao Nanyu certainly didn't want her to see such an embarrassing scene.
Having said that, she actually felt that Zhao Nanyu was a bit pitiful. Now he had no power, was looked down upon, and was disliked by his own father. But when he thought about the tragic death she would die in the future, he felt that he was more pitiful than he was.
As she was sighing, Zhao Nanyu had already walked up to her. The moonlight lengthened his figure, and his pair of dark eyes looked at her coldly, "Let's go."
Song Luan's hands were sore at the moment. Shi Ge'er was a bit heavy, and her thin arms couldn't help but feel tired after holding him for a while. She blinked and mustered up the courage to act cute with the male lead, "My hands are sore."
Shi Ge'er hugged her neck defenselessly, buried his little face in her neck, and slept peacefully.
Zhao Nanyu took Shi Ge'er from her without saying a word. He went straight to the backyard.
Song Luan followed him, and when he was about to enter the house, he spoke carefully and asked, "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
During the time she had been here, Zhao Nanyu seldom slept next to her. He only stayed overnight twice and never touched her. Song Luan thought that Zhao Nanyu really hated her.
So she naively thought that Zhao Nanyu would just sit in her room tonight and then leave.
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyelids and asked, "What do you think?"
“…”
Zhao Nanyu had seen enough of the colorful expressions on her face before he mercifully said, "Sleep here."
Song Luan lowered his head, "Oh."
She had not forgotten the last time when Zhao Nanyu bit her mouth and left it bleeding after she got drunk. Moreover, every time she was alone with him, Song Luan was naturally afraid of him because his eyes were so dark that they looked like he wanted to eat her.
Zhao Nanyu put Shige'er on the bed in the side room, covered him with a quilt and walked out. The servants had just prepared hot water. Song Luan was sitting awkwardly at the table. When she saw him, she stood up and said, "You go take a shower first. I'll remove the makeup on your face."
He nodded and began to undress in front of her, leaving only his undershirt and walking behind the screen. Song Luan's face felt so hot, and as she listened to the sound of water coming from inside, the temperature on her face continued to rise.
After a long while, the sound of water stopped.
Zhao Nanyu's voice reached her ears through the screen, "Bring me some clean clothes."
There were only two sets of his clothes in Song Luan's room. She quickly found them in the closet. Her hands began to sweat as she held the clothes. She closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to look at him.
Zhao Nanyu was lying in the bathtub with her upper body naked, her delicate face hidden in the misty water vapor. He suddenly pulled her who was approaching into the water.
Song Luan let out a low cry, frightened. She fell into the water in a mess, and her thin clothes were almost immediately soaked by the warm water.
Zhao Nanyu's burning gaze fell squarely on her slightly wet collar. He stood up without changing his expression, wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on his clothes, and then looked at her still lying wet in the bucket, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "You should take a shower too."
He found that every time he saw Song Luan's pitiful and weak appearance, he seemed to feel more happy in his heart.
Song Luan reluctantly washed herself with the water he had used, then climbed onto the bed dressed tightly. She slept in it with her limbs tense, not daring to take up more space or even breathe too heavily.
As usual, Zhao Nanyu turned off the light, covered herself with the quilt and did nothing else. She didn't even touch her hand. Song Luan's stiff body gradually relaxed.
In the darkness, Zhao Nanyu moved, and his palm suddenly rested on her waist, pinching the delicate flesh on her waist intentionally or unintentionally. Song Luan closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, tolerating his actions.
Zhao Nanyu was obviously a scholar, but he was incredibly strong and every time he pinched her, it hurt half to death!
His lips gradually approached her neck, and when he was about to bite it, Song Luan could no longer pretend and opened her eyes.
Zhao Nanyu was not surprised at all. The corners of his lips curled up, and his smile was as fresh and beautiful as the green hills after the rain. He enunciated, "Awake?"
Seeing Song Luan's eyes moisten, the corners of his lips gradually smiled, but his eyes were still cold: "It's my fault for waking you up."
Zhao Nanyu used to feel disgusted when he looked at her for one more second, let alone touching her. But recently, not only did he not feel disgusted, but he bit her and teased her instead. Seeing her with tears in her eyes and begging him aggrievedly was very touching.
Although he said so, Song Luan did not see any guilt in his eyes.
It's really not hypocritical or pretentious!
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