Song Luan slept until dark and woke up lazily, her cheeks rosy and plump. She looked around the room twice and found that she was still in Zhao Nanyu's study.
She still remembered that she fell asleep while listening to the father and son's lectures. The sunlight fell on her face, soft and warm, which made her let down her guard unconsciously, and she relaxed and just wanted to have a good sleep.
The clothes on her body should have been taken off by Zhao Nanyu. Song Luan put on her clothes slowly, lifted the quilt, and was about to go out barefoot again. Thinking of Zhao Nanyu's instructions every time, she silently retracted her feet, put on her shoes and then went out.
The candlelight flickered as a man sat under the lamp. He had delicate features and his jaw was set tight. The faint candlelight gradually sprinkled on his shoulders. He lowered his brows and looked serious.
Song Luan walked over slowly and asked, "Where are the children?"
Zhao Nanyu raised her head, her dark eyes glowing with a deep light, and her voice was a little cold, "Let Nanny Lin take them both."
Song Luan let out an "oh" and seemed speechless for a moment.
Zhao Nanyu put down the pen in his hand, walked from behind the desk to her side, gently tapped her forehead with his thin white fingers, and asked: "Are you hungry?"
She had been sleeping for an hour, and it was already past dinner time. Zhao Nanyu didn't ask anyone to serve dinner because he was waiting for her to wake up.
Song Luan's fingers were held by him. She didn't seem to be fully awake yet. She nodded in confusion and said honestly, "I'm hungry."
Zhao Nanyu asked someone to bring up the dinner that had been prepared long ago. Song Luan buried his head and began to eat, not even bothering to talk to Zhao Nanyu. He looked as if he had been hungry for several days.
It’s not Song Luan’s fault. She didn’t eat much at noon, and she was woken up by hunger just now. Otherwise, it’s hard to tell when he will wake up.
Song Luan ate two bowls of rice, put down his chopsticks, licked his lips, and asked, "I want to eat some dessert."
"It's hard to digest if you eat too much at night."
The implication is that you disagree.
Song Luan curled her lips, looking unhappy.
Zhao Nanyu didn't feel soft-hearted after seeing this. He would never tolerate her minor faults.
Song Luan actually didn't like sweets very much. Today, she just had a sudden urge to try something sweet. She would certainly not be happy being controlled like this. She glanced at Zhao Nanyu angrily and found that the man had a cold expression and was unmoved.
She became even angrier and stood up suddenly.
Zhao Nanyu raised his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"
Song Luan replied, "I'll go out for a walk to help digest my food."
She uttered the last three words through gritted teeth.
Zhao Nanyu pretended not to see her expression, and walked forward to hold her small hand. All five fingers were very beautiful, with pink and white nails and delicate thumbs. "Let's go, I'll go with you."
The garden of the new house was extremely elegant, with pebbled paths and green bamboos planted on both sides, their leaves rustling.
The moonlight was bright, and it looked like a layer of fluorescent powder on the ground. It was a little cool at night, and it seemed a bit chilly.
Song Luan looked at the man beside her in a daze. He had a prominent Adam's apple, plump and soft lips, a straight nose, a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, and his lips were raised, as if he was smiling slightly.
Song Luan knew that even though Zhao Nanyu often smiled, he was still a cold person at heart.
I don't care too much about anyone and I don't pay much attention to anyone.
Zhao Nanyu suddenly stopped and looked down at her, a smile brewing on the corner of his mouth, "Are you looking at me?"
Song Luan retracted his gaze, trying to pretend that he wasn't looking at him at all, and replied confidently: "No."
"Really? I'm looking at the flowers behind you."
The smile on his lips deepened, and he held back his laughter, "Really?"
Song Luan's ears were flushed pink. She had forgotten that no flowers would bloom in this season.
She said, "Yes, the branches are beautiful." She added, "They are also beautiful when they are bare."
Zhao Nanyu couldn't help but rub her head, "Whatever you say is what it is."
A few days later, Ruan Sheng came to see her with a big belly.
Song Luan was very happy to see her again. Ruan Sheng, who was pregnant, looked less childish.
"Second sister-in-law."
"You are heavy, why did you come here?"
Ruan Sheng actually came to her because she had something to say. There were many things that she couldn't say to outsiders. Song Luan saw her embarrassment and sent all the maids out of the room, closed the doors and windows, and then poured Ruan Sheng a glass of warm water. She asked, "You can talk to me now if you have anything to say."
Ruan Sheng was holding the cup, still hesitating, not knowing whether he should bring up the subject. After his second brother and his wife moved out, the original yard was vacated. Two days ago, there was suddenly some movement in that yard.
At first I thought it was a thief, but after a careful check I found nothing was missing.
After Ruan Sheng finished her meal that day, she walked in the yard for a while. Suddenly, a boy popped out from the top of the wall, which scared her.
She was about to call for help when the unusually good-looking boy asked, "Where's A-Luan?"
He probably didn't know what happened in the capital. Ruan Sheng saw that his clothes were a little worn out and there was a good cut on the back of his hand, so he asked, "What do you want to talk to my second sister-in-law about?"
The boy pursed his lips, said nothing, and just clenched the thing in his hand.
"Is she okay?" he suddenly asked after a long time.
Ruan Sheng nodded, "Second sister-in-law is very good."
"Oh. That's fine. I'm leaving now."
Ruan Sheng felt very strange, and after thinking it over, she came over and told her second sister-in-law about it.
After listening to this, Song Luan was silent for a long time, looking dazed. It should be Huai Jin.
It was a good thing for her that he was still alive.
Song Luan smiled sincerely, "I see, thank you for telling me this."
Ruan Sheng was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions. He chatted with her for some more family matters and then went back.
Song Luan stood by the window for a long time, his mind wandering, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Only when Zhao Nanyu entered the room carrying the child did she come back to her senses. She looked at him with her bright eyes and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
"What's so happy about?"
"I won't tell you."
If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.
The door was half open, and the sunlight outside came into the room. The expression on the man's face was very gentle, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and there was no flaw on his fair and clean face.
"How come you have the patience to hold Erbao today?"
"I'm in a good mood."
Zhao Nanyu's willfulness is also reflected in the details of life. When she is in a good mood, she will tease her son and hug him generously. If she is in a bad mood, she will definitely not have the patience to coax the child.
"It's strange that he didn't cry when you held him."
In the past, when Zhao Nanyu held him in his arms, Erbao would always cry at the top of his lungs before he would stop.
Zhao Nanyu curled her lips and pinched her son's round cheeks, "It seems that he is in a good mood today."
"My son is drooling again, you should wipe it off for him first."
Zhao Nanyu was disgusted to death and immediately put Erbao in the cradle, fearing that his son would drool on his clothes. He wiped the corners of Erbao's mouth with a frown. Then he handed the child to Shige'er and asked Shige'er to play with his younger brother.
Shi Ge'er doesn't mind that his younger brother is dirty, nor does he mind that he can't speak.
The first thing he did after school every day was to talk to his younger brother, as if he could understand his babbling voice.
Song Luan sat in front of the dressing table and took off all the hairpins on her bun. Her skin was very fair, which became even fairer after she put on makeup. Her face was rosy and looked very beautiful.
Even without makeup, she has a unique charm and a pure beauty.
Zhao Nanyu suddenly appeared behind him and said in his usual unhurried voice: "I noticed you were absent-minded when I came back."
Song Luan opened her mouth and uttered an "ah", then after thinking for a while she told him, "It seems Huai Jin came to see me."
Zhao Nanyu lowered her eyes, "Yes, I know."
Song Luan was surprised, "How do you know?"
Zhao Nanyu did not hide it from her and said directly: "There are people guarding me outside the yard." He laughed softly, "He is also a fool. He climbs a wall every time."
Song Luan nodded, agreeing with him, "Yes, it's quite naive."
She was held in his arms, looking up at his chin in a daze, her gaze gradually moving upwards and landing on those cold and lonely eyes. The color of her eyes was deep, as if hiding a lot of unspeakable sadness.
Song Luan involuntarily raised her hand and slowly stroked his eyebrows. Zhao Nanyu did not stop her and just stood there quietly without moving.
She said without thinking, "It's good like this now."
She did have some minor regrets, but she didn't feel any resentment.
Zhao Nanyu understood what she said, and he held her hand, "Yes."
As she said, it's good now.
They still have decades to go.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes curved up, and he suddenly held her face and pressed a kiss on her moist lips, carefully and as if she were a treasure.
Song Luan buried her face in the crook of his neck, smelling the refreshing fragrance coming from him, her slightly cool fingers tightly grasping his clothes, and she said slowly, word by word: "I have never had any romantic feelings for Huai Jin."
She didn't know why she had to explain this to Zhao Nanyu.
I always feel that the sadness in Zhao Nanyu's eyes is related to her.
Zhao Nanyu paused, then hugged her even tighter, "Okay."
Song Luan raised her head, tilted her chin up and stared into his eyes blankly, and asked, "Then you shouldn't be sad now, right?"
"Not sad anymore."
Song Luan nodded and said yes, and then said very seriously, "I like to see you smile."
Maybe she still didn't have a deep love for Zhao Nanyu, but she just wanted to see this cold man smile. It was as if he was supposed to be like this.
He is a young man with a handsome smile.
Song Luan felt that she must have liked him very much in the past because of his clean and clear smile.
The two children on the couch were having a conversation, and Shiger was trying hard to teach the second child to speak, over and over again. But Erbao can only grin at his brother foolishly.
Life is peaceful and everything goes well.
And she will always stay with him.
That's good.
Whether she loves him or not, Zhao Nanyu still has a lifetime to wait for her answer.
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