Surrounded by pink clouds, Zhu Yurun was standing shyly under a tree in a beautiful sky blue dress. In the distance, Qian Yingchen was holding a lot of things and approaching her with a smile.
"I bought braised pork from Dongjie, dim sum from Fumanlou, flower rolls from the street, and your favorite candied haws." His voice was gentle and soft, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at her.
Zhu Yurun felt that she was so happy, and wanted to take it shyly, but Qian Yingchen had already picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and brought it to her lips: "Come on, open your mouth."
"You..." Zhu Yurun was moved to tears: "Don't you hate me?"
She forced him, the child is gone, doesn't he hate her
Qian Yingchen shook his head lightly: "Fool, how could I hate you."
This must not be a dream, Zhu Yurun tearfully took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, thinking to himself, it must not be a dream! Ying Chen finally forgave her, they can be together well, it must not be a dream!
It's a pity that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake didn't taste good in the mouth. She woke up after thinking about it, and she was still lying in her boudoir, hugging her quilt and crying.
"Miss, did you have a nightmare?" Zhu'er stood aside, looking at her worriedly.
Sure enough, it was still a dream, Zhu Yurun looked at the roof of the tent for a while, then stretched out his hand to cover the quilt over his head, full of resentment. Ah, why not let her dream for a while, just let her see the gentle Qian Yingchen for a while.
"You are still weak after the miscarriage. The master has told you to let the kitchen cook whatever you want to eat." Zhu'er chattered and said, "It doesn't matter if Mr. Qian doesn't want to marry you. The master has already discussed it with Mr. Ji. You are in good health." You can still get married."
Zhu Yurun hummed twice, rolled around on the bed: "Let's talk."
The dream is beautiful, but the reality is that Qian Yingchen still hates her to death. Her child was gone, and so was the last link with him.
Thinking about it, it's still a pity that the little life that stayed in my stomach for so long has just disappeared.
"Zhu'er, Mr. Ji is actually pretty good, isn't he?" Zhu Yurun planned to comfort himself: "The family is rich in business, and he is also handsome. He doesn't have any wives and concubines, so he is pretty good."
Zhu'er nodded quickly: "Miss, have you finally figured it out?"
Didn't I figured it out, should I admit my fate? Zhu Yurun was a little discouraged. I have had a miscarriage for so many days, didn't Qian Yingchen come to ask and never asked? What else can one hope for
"I figured it out, let's listen to my father's arrangement. It's hard for my minister to be pestered by me every day. He's about to get married." Zhu Yurun said without any energy, and the more he talked, the more sad he became.
Someone stood at the door for a long time, and finally couldn't help but let out a cold snort when he heard this, and slowly stepped in and said, "Thank you, Miss, for making it happen."
Startled, Zhu Yurun hurriedly rolled back to where she was and lay down, covered herself with the quilt and looked out.
Qian Yingchen actually came! The little spark in her heart that was about to go out seemed to be ignited again after encountering alcohol! Zhu Yurun blushed, looked at him stammeringly and said, "You...how could you..."
"Why did I come?" Qian Yingchen sneered: "Miss, don't worry, I don't have any other intentions. It's just that I caused Miss to have a miscarriage, and I feel a little sorry for your father, so Master Hou let me come down to visit Miss."
As soon as I saw it, I heard that she had figured it out and was going to marry Mrs. Ji, so what else is there to see about him
But Zhu Yurun giggled, waved his hands and said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. I'll tell my dad later that it's none of your business. I fell down by myself. Didn't you reach out and give me a hand? It's a pity I'm too heavy, you just didn't hold it."
Qian Yingchen was slightly taken aback.
It is said that a woman who loses her child will be very crazy, and she will hate anyone who harms her child. I was prepared to be beaten and scolded today, but Zhu Yurun said that it was none of his business.
Why is it none of his business? The child belonged to him, and he was the one who accidentally knocked her down the stairs. Is this person a fool? She could use this matter to blackmail him into getting married, but in the end she wanted to speak good words for him instead
Zhu Xiaofatty is a fool, originally he wanted to stop thinking about Qian Yingchen angrily, but the dream was full of him, and when he woke up and saw his face, the previous annoyance disappeared, leaving The only thing left is: like him, like him, like him.
"Since the lady doesn't blame me, I'll leave now." Qian Yingchen got up inexplicably irritated. He has always been polite and demeanor to others, but I don't know why when he meets Zhu Yurun, he will be in chaos and will endure. He couldn't help showing her the most disrespectful and fierce side.
Ning Yuxuan said that he relied on the girl's liking, so he was so presumptuous. But, who wants her to like it? The lady of the dignified servant's family, if you don't want to learn, why are you so obsessed with a man...
Getting up angrily, someone behind him said "Hey", Zhu Yurun sat up pitifully holding the quilt, looked at his back and said, "I... can I blame you a little bit?"
Qian Yingchen was taken aback, then turned to look at her puzzled: "How much is a little bit?"
"It's not too much, not too little, just the little bit that allows you to stay." Zhu Yurun carefully pinched his thumb and index finger, making a "little bit" movement.
Qian Yingchen frowned: "You want me to stay?"
"Yes...ah no, you don't have to stay too long, just sit for half an hour... or two cups of tea." Zhu Yurun chuckled.
Qian Yingchen was silent for a while, then glanced at her and said, "Sit here and look at your unkempt appearance?"
Women in the confinement period are also not allowed to wash and wash. Zhu Yurun was embarrassed when he heard this, and quickly put down the bed curtain, leaving only a gap. That way she can peek at him and he can't see her.
"that's all."
Qian Yingchen sneered: "Then what's the use of sitting here? Miss, do you have something to ask me, or do you have something you want to say to me?"
Zhu Yurun panicked, what would she say? When she saw that Qian Yingchen's tongue was tied up, she naturally had nothing to say. So what to ask? I have nothing to ask...
In desperation, Zhu Yurun chose the worst question: "Master Qian...do you still want to marry Miss Sun?"
"En." Qian Yingchen nodded lightly.
Zhu Yurun was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but slapped himself on the head. Didn't asking this question make him upset? Holding the quilt and rolling twice, the bed shook violently, startling Qian Yingchen outside.
"Miss Zhu?"
"It's okay." Zhu Yurun stopped moving and said calmly, "I just turned over."
The bed can shake like this when you turn over, so you really should eat less.
The two of them had nothing to say after that, Qian Yingchen sat with a stern face, and Zhu Yurun also lay down with a sour face.
But what is rare is that Qian Yingchen really sat down for two cups of tea, got up when the time came, and asked Zhu Yurun indifferently: "Is there anything you want to eat in particular?"
Zhu Yurun didn't know why, tears were about to come down, biting the quilt and twitching twice, he said in a muffled voice, "I want to eat braised pork from Dongjie, dim sum from Fumanlou, flower rolls from the street, and candied haws."
A disdainful snort came from outside the bed curtain, followed by the sound of Qian Yingchen leaving.
Knowing that he came to see her just to save face for his father, and asking this was just a courtesy, Zhu Yurun was not too disappointed, but just lifted the curtain and stared at the room where there were no people in a daze.
well…
The next day, she slept until the sun basked in her buttocks. Anyway, she didn't have to do anything, just open her mouth to eat every day, so she didn't lose any weight in her body.
Just when he was feeling bored, Qian Yingchen came again.
Zhu Yurun's eyes widened, thinking that when she was confinement, she must thank Mo Yuhou. With a good boss like him, she would have a good life!
"What you want." Qian Yingchen put a bunch of oil paper bags on the table, and first picked candied haws for her: "Eat it."
His face was stinky, obviously he didn't do these things willingly, and he was like a gentle person in her dream.
But Zhu Yurun was still very happy. She took the candied haws and ate them. The hawthorn was really appetizing. She felt that she could eat a cow today!
"Why... today is so good?" After eating and taking the osmanthus cake, Zhu Yurun asked Qian Yingchen with a blushing face.
Qian Yingchen said with a straight face: "Miss Zhu doesn't need to have superfluous thoughts, this is what Master Hou ordered me to do. Thank you, you can thank Master Hou."
The good mood was lost by half, Zhu Yurun curled his lips, he was too sincere, he couldn't make girls happy at all.
But picking up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, recalling the scene in the dream, Zhu Yurun still shyly said: "Can you... can you feed me this?"
Since they are all here under orders, then do things more with snacks.
As a result, Qian Yingchen glanced at her with a sneer, stood up and said, "I still have an appointment with Ms. Sun, so I won't stay any longer. Ms. Zhu's hand is not broken, so you can eat by yourself."
Just leave after speaking, without pausing. Zhu Yurun pouted, and ate it by himself, it was osmanthus cake after all.
Mo Yuhou seemed to have issued some terrible orders, so that Qian Yingchen would come to see her every day, sometimes he would sit for half an hour when he was in a good mood, and turn his head away when he was in a bad mood, anyway, she would not sue.
Today, Mr. Ji came. Zhu Yurun is not stupid, Mr. Ji has thin skin and tender flesh, the more he looks the less manly he looks. Sure enough, he seemed to be wronged and came to her to cry, and when he cried, it was a woman's voice.
Zhu Yurun wanted to comfort her, but before he could comfort her enough, Qian Yingchen came.
He looked a little more nervous than usual, and he rushed in with big strides.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
Zhu Yurun's heart, which had gradually calmed down, started beating again because of these words.
Sometimes when I think about giving up on a person, it takes a hundred times to get some effect, but often because of that person's words, the success falls short.