Translated by: Tinker
When Song Luan saw Zhao Nanyu, she put away the smile on her face, then arranged her clothes, and greeted him with her face lowered.
Little Zhao wasn’t wearing any shoes when he stepped on the carpet with his socks on. He ran to Zhao Nanyu in a hurry. He hugged his thigh tightly and looked up at him. The charcoal fire in the room made his face a little red. He smiled with twinkling eyes, “Father.”
Zhao Nanyu touched his face, picked him up, and looked up at Song Luan, who was silent. He walked over and asked in a low voice, “Have you had dinner?”
She shook her head, “Not yet.”
Song Luan suddenly stood up and put on a coat. “I’m going to ask someone to set up the meal.”
She hadn’t seem him for ten days. Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu seemed to have lost weight. However, this was not surprising. This period of time was a critical moment, obviously he would be busy. She only pitied little Zhao’s newly written letter.
Because it’s new year’s day, the evening meal was especially rich. The red candle illuminated the room brightly.
Song Luan also went to the kitchen in the afternoon to stew pigeon soup, cooked a bowl of wine and dumplings.
It was warm in the room. Zhao Nanyu took off his outer cloak, and only wore a blue inner cloth.
After drinking half a bowl of pigeon soup, Zhao Nanyu didn’t eat much more. He seemed to have something on his mind.
Since the beginning, he had a frown on his face, and looked a little gloomy.
Song Luan pretended that she didn’t see anything. She just ate her own food, and didn’t even talk to Zhao Nanyu. It’s not that she didn’t speak on purpose, she just had nothing to say.
The happiest one here was little Zhao. In the past, it was only him and his father, but this year was different because his mom was also here.
After dinner, Song Luan hid in the inner room, and looked for a needle and thread from the drawer. She planned to embroider a pair of socks for her son. Her needlework was messy, but this was only for practice.
Zhao Nanyu’s face became more ugly, but still did not say anything. He just went to little Zhao’s desk, and began to check his homework. These days, although Zhao Chao came less, little Zhao didn’t dare to relax even a little bit.
It was already late when he finished checking his homework.
Song Luan washed her face with water. After that, she slowly moved to Zhao Nanyu. Her face was light and calm. “Where are you going to sleep tonight?”
She thought Zhao Nanyu would not like to stay in her room. He was probably still angry since he didn’t send anyone to bring a message for so many days.
Zhao Nanyu opened his lips and whispered, “I’ll sleep here.”
He’s staying. Song Luan subconsciously pinched her palm, and her face was a little white. She nodded and said it was good.
Grandma Lin took little Zhao down to wash. She and Zhao Nanyu were the only ones left in the room. She began to feel nervous. Even if she lowered her face, she could feel his eyes staring at her.
Song Luan raised her head.
She opened her mouth, and was about to say something, when the man in front of her strode forward, picked up her waist with one hand, and threw her directly on the bed.
As soon as she was about to get up, a black shadow hovered on top of her.
Zhao Nanyu had been patient for a long time, but he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. The trapped beast within him was completely released from its cage. He was treated coldly for more than ten days, and was furious.
His face was as cold as ice. His big palm strongly clasped her wrist on the bed, gently folded it and pressed it on her head. Zhao Nanyu lowered his head and kissed her. Song Luan didn’t look at his face and narrowly avoided his kiss.
Zhao Nanyu’s dark eyes flashed with anger. His one hand clasped her delicate white jade wrist, and the other free hand firmly pressed her chin, forcing her eyes to face him.
He asked in a low voice, “Hate me?”
Song Luan admitted and did not deny it.
Zhao Nanyu didn’t seem to want to talk to her. He bit her lip into a small hole, tasted the sweet and bloody flavor, and was satisfied.
Zhao Nanyu was untying her dress belt when Song Luan took advantage of this to break free to push him away. She held the quilt in front of her chest, and looked guarded.
Zhao Nanyu sneered twice. He was stabbed by her unwillingness, and it made him pale. He raised his hands to extinguished all the candles in the room, and they were suddenly plunged into darkness.
Song Luan turned back her back to him…her mind was confused, she just didn’t want to let Zhao Nanyu touch her tonight.
After she had gone to sleep, Zhao Nanyu was still awake. The moonlight was bright, and the light of the night happened to shine on her cheek. All of a sudden, he saw her eyes began to silently shed tears.
The woman seemed to have a nightmare. She looked uneasy, so Zhao Nanyu reached out his arms to wipe her tears with his fingers.
He sighed, “What should I do with you?”
He couldn’t scold her.
It’s like raising a little ancestor.
Zhao Nanyu’s heart was covered with pain, but this little ancestor didn’t have him in her heart.
The next day, Song Luan woke up early. She didn’t sleep well that night. She had been dreaming intermittently.
In the dream, all the organs in her body got corroded, and it was very painful. But after she woke up, she didn’t feel any discomfort.
Song Luan hated her dreams. Most of the time, the pictures she dreamed about were the ones that happened in the past. She started to feel uneasy.
In the end of her dream, Zhao Nanyu didn’t poison her, but stabbed her to death with a sword instead?
Song Luan was too lazy to think about it again, less she frightened herself. All of a sudden, she heard Zhao Nanyu getting up from the bed, so she quickly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.
The man beside her opened the quilt and got out of bed. After putting on his clothes, he looked at her side.
Zhao Nanyu stared at her silently for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his finger to her collar and lifted it as if to look at something. The jade pendant he gave her was still on her neck.
He took back his fingers, and soon Song Luan heard the sound of closing the door.
As soon as Zhao Nanyu left, she immediately opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. She almost forgot the jade pendant he had given her. At first, she was reluctant to wear it, but later, she was coaxed by Zhao Nanyu to wear it. Then, she was used to wearing it these days.
Song Luan put on an outer garment, went to the window, and opened a small crack. The sky outside was still snowing. The red plum blossoms in the yard were full of frost and snow, and the branches were covered with a layer of white snow.
It was a beautiful scenery of red and white colors blending together.
The cool wind came in through the crack of the window. After a short while, Song Luan felt cold, so she closed the window tightly.
She untied the red rope on her neck, carefully put the jade pendant in the palm of her hand, and looked at it carefully for a moment. She quietly put it in the locked drawer in front of the dresser.
When she opened the drawer, there was letter and a book inside. This letter was not written by Song Luan, she had it on her body when she transmigrated. She thought it was written by the original owner, and and never gave it to Zhao Nanyu for various reasons.
Song Luan placed the book and the letter together. She felt that it won’t be long for these two things to be delivered to Zhao Nanyu.
She didn’t know if there was too much cold wind, but that night, Song Luan began to cough. Zhao Nanyu looked at her several times.
Song Luan’s throat itched, and she managed not to cough. “I’m fine.”
Zhao Nanyu continued to write, but Song Luan’s cough could not be suppressed.
The man put down his pen and turned out of the door.
Song Luan thought that he was annoyed by the noise and went to the study room by himself, and she felt a bit upset. After a while, the door was opened, and Zhao Nanyu came in with a bowl of sweetened chilled pear soup.
Zhao Nanyu handed her the bowl and said, “Drink it.”
After a pause, he said, “It’s cold these days, so take care of yourself. If you want to see the plum blossom, let the maidservant help you take two branches and put them in the room.”
It turned out he knew what she did every day.
Now was not the time to feign affection, Song Luan took the soup he handed and drank it slowly. Her voice was more comfortable than before, and she whispered, “Thank you.”
Song Luan had a vague feeling that he would need to continue to endure the whole evening.
Taking into account that Zhao Nanyu had been abstinent for many days, plus he was also a vigorous young man, Song Luan knew she couldn’t escape this time.
He was hurt by Song Luan’s action last night, so he let her go just once.
Tonight, Zhao Nanyu blindfolded her eyes1Ahh this is so hot…. He didn’t want to see her indifferent eyes full of alienation.
In the end, Song Luan didn’t have the energy to lift her hands. She had weak fingers and had no strength.
Zhao Nanyu hugged her with sweat.
After a while of vigorous love making, Zhao Nanyu was kind enough to untie the black tie that blindfolded her eyes. He wrapped a finger around her black hair and played with it.
Song Luan soon slept. In her memory, Zhao Nanyu seemed to have said a word to her, but because she slept like the dead, she didn’t hear it clearly.
After this love affair, Zhao Nanyu went out early, and returned late every day. Sometimes he was too busy that he just slept directly in his study. He didn’t come to her side for several days.
Song Luan thought that Zhao Nanyu was deliberately snubbing her, but she really didn’t care. She liked it when Zhao Nanyu ignores her. As a result, although both were at home, they met less often than before.
Zhao Nanyu’s birthday was on the fourth day. Song Luan had forgotten all about it, and knew it only when grandma Lin mentioned it in her ear.
At this time, there was no time to prepare his birthday gift. Song Luan pretended that she didn’t know, and had nothing prepared from the beginning to the end.
Song Luan still remembered that the male lead didn’t like celebrating his birthday. He felt it was troublesome, and considered it to be an ordinary day. There was no difference between the average days.
In the daytime, Zhao Nanyu did not appear in front of her. Song Luan thought in her heart that maybe he had forgotten his birthday.
At night, she had just climbed into bed and covered herself with quilt, when the door of the room was pushed open. Zhao Nanyu’s chest was stuffy, and he looked very uncomfortable.
He approached her with a cold face, sat down by the bed, and looked at her directly, but said nothing.
Song Luan’s fingers quietly grasped the bed sheet under her body. Her knuckles were pale. She thought Zhao Nanyu was looking for her to settle accounts.
Song Luan waited for a long time, but he didn’t open his mouth, so she asked instead, “What’s the matter?”
Zhao Nanyu’s face was pale. He smiled and said, “Nothing. Just came to see you.”
He should not have expected her to remember his own birthday. Zhao Nanyu thought, in his heart, maybe he was not as important as that boy named Huai Jin.
Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Zhao Nanyu immediately stood up, “I have something to do, go sleep.”
Looking at his thin back, Song Luan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and somehow began to feel guilty, as if she had really done something very excessive.
She put out the light, and laid upright on the bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Trying to close her eyes, Zhao Nanyu’s pale face was reflected in her pupils. He looked very lonely and pitiful. It was strange that her heart easily turned soft, and even pitied him.
The character of the male lead was very typical which made everyone love and hate. He had a miserable childhood, was not valued by his relatives, and was often bullied and humiliated by others. But at the same time, he was also a ruthless, and could kill people without blinking an eye.
Probably no one would live for him in his life.
Zhao Nanyu probably wanted to talk, but eventually stopped. Maybe he wanted to tell her about it?
Song Luan was so confused that she rolled on the bed for two times. With a deep sigh, she got up, dressed again, and went to the kitchen.
Song Luan cooked a bowl of noodles with shredded chicken for Zhao Nanyu. She put it in the food box, and prepared to send it to his study.
It was too cold outside. In the middle of the journey, Song Luan went back to find her own cloak and covered herself with it. Most of her face was hidden in the fur collar, revealing a pair of round eyes.
When she came to the study, her shoes and socks were soaked with snow, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Song Luan raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was no movement inside. She knocked twice again, and Zhao Nanyu’s voice fell through the door and into her ears. The voice wasn’t pleasant.
Song Luan moistened her throat and said softly, “It’s me.”
There was silence for a long time, and before long, the door in front of her was opened from the inside.
Zhao Nanyu dragged her into the room.
He was so quick and powerful that the food box in Song Luan’s hand was almost knocked over.
Zhao Nanyu’s eyes were dark, and he asked, “Why did you come here?”
Not long ago, Song Luan seemed to have asked him similar question before.
She took out the shredded chicken noodles from the food box. The soup was still hot. It was still steaming. She didn’t say it was longevity noodles, and gently spoke, “Oh, I’m afraid you’re hungry, so I cooked a bowl of noodles for you.”
Zhao Nanyu’s breath in his chest seemed to vanish. His hoarse voice followed her words, “Yes, I’m really hungry.”
For the first time in many years, someone remembered his birthday and cooked him noodles.
Old man Zhao didn’t remember it, nor did the old lady.
In this family, no one cared about his life and death.
Although Zhao Nanyu didn’t like noodles, he ate the bowl of noodles made by Song Luan.
He ate everything to the point that there was no soup left.
Song Luan seldom comes into his study. Maybe she didn’t smell the sandalwood in his study, but her chest suddenly felt stuffy, and she felt like vomiting.
Her face turned pale. Song Luan wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. “I’m sleepy, too. I’ll go back to my room to have a rest.”
Zhao Nanyu’s observation skill was amazing. He pinched her wrist and stopped her. “Why do you look paler?”
Song Luan was tormented by this disgusting feeling of wanting to vomit. Her eyes were redder than a rabbit. There were some tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
She angrily waved his hand. “The smell in the study is too bad. I’m going back!”
Zhao Nanyu let go of her hand, and looked at her with some thoughts. He tied the belt of her cloak, and ordered his servants to send her back.
After they left, Zhao Nanyu told his entourage outside the door, “Please bring grandma Lin here.”
He remembered that this was the second time that Song Luan felt like vomiting for no reason.