Four Harmonies and Good Fortune

Chapter 302 Hug
Sang Dian hung his head, as if he had made a terrible mistake.

In fact, he did make a mistake.

Just as the young man was looking at the Yang family's courtyard wall, he should have stepped forward, grabbed the young man's leg tightly, and said, "If you want to jump over the wall, you'll have to step over me first."

He didn't dare.

And so they watched helplessly as their beloved nimbly disappeared behind the wall.

Pretty.

Without any hesitation, he even discerned the direction and guessed that Madam Xie was in the study in the west courtyard, where no one lived, so as not to disturb the female members of the Yang family.

But the young man forgot that no matter how well he planned, he would still have to climb over the wall.

If caught, he'd be beaten up, tied up, and sent to the yamen. What would become of the young master's reputation then? When this news reached Bianjing, the master immediately wanted to resign and return home.

Furthermore...

Sang Dian was even more afraid that Madam Xie would kill her husband with a single blow.

What should he do then? Can he pretend he didn't see it? And then come back to his husband...?

bah bah bah!
Sang Dian exhaled all his bad luck. He decided to pretend he knew nothing. Just then, the back door in front of him suddenly opened, revealing his husband's tall and upright figure.

Sang Dian almost burst into tears. His husband was so kind to him, actually thinking of opening the door for him. But had his husband forgotten that this wasn't their home?
But the young man was oblivious to this, standing there as steady as a mountain, his face even showing a hint of nobility and majesty.

This face climbs over someone's wall in the middle of the night...

He cursed Xu En a thousand times in his heart. Why did he have to drink with his lover? Now, one of them was like a dead pig, and the other looked like a person, but in reality, he had become just like the other, just like "humph". The difference was that he could still run around causing trouble.

Sang Dian didn't dare to delay and quickly stepped forward to close the back door again.

The door was intact, as if nothing had happened, but the difference was that he and his husband were locked in the Yang family courtyard.

On his way to find Madam Xie, Sang Dian was filled with trepidation. Fortunately, the study in the west courtyard was indeed lit. Sang Dian truly didn't know if this was the end of his life, or the end of his days.

The door opens.

Three people, six eyes, their gazes met in an eerie exchange, and then no one spoke.

Fortunately, we heard Madam Xie's voice from inside: "Please let them in!"

Sang Dian then took a deep breath.

Wang Yan walked in without any guilt. Standing under the light, he even looked somewhat dignified, sitting in a chair like a distinguished guest invited by Madam Xie.

His eyes were dark and unfathomable, and he looked serious and impeccable.

Madam Yu really didn't know if Lord Wang was born this way or just had a thick skin, but at this moment, she couldn't see the slightest bit of guilt in him.

It even seemed somewhat taken for granted.

Xie Yuyan smelled the alcohol on Wang Yan. She knew they were drinking at Anfang Tower and thought that it was so late, Wang Yan would go straight back to his residence to rest. She didn't expect him to come to the Yang family instead.

Mother Yu served the tea, then looked at Xie Yuyan with some concern.

Xie Yuyan nodded, signaling for Mama Yu to leave.

The door was closed again, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Xie Yuyan asked, "Is the food at Anfanglou to your liking?" She had already finished being surprised, and at this moment her mind was filled with the articles about Wang Yan written by Tong Zixu.

If tonight's events were included in that book, people would surely say that not a single word of that book is credible, because it's simply too outrageous. Wang Yan nodded, but then added, "It's not as good as the rabbit stew."

Xie Yuyan was both amused and exasperated. Could the "rabbit soup" he mentioned be referring to that lump of blackened noodles?
Just then, he stood up and walked to her side.

Xie Yuyan was caught off guard and did not expect him to suddenly get so close, but she did not say anything to stop him.

He must have changed his clothes and put on incense, obviously to cover up the smell of alcohol, but unfortunately... he drank quite a lot, and some of it was carried out with his breath.

Wang Yan's gaze fell on the roster in front of Xie Yuyan, and then he found a mark in the lower right corner.

Then, as if remembering something, Wang Yan suddenly frowned and reached out his hand...

Xie Yuyan instinctively tried to dodge, but found that what he was about to touch was the roster in front of her.

"what is this?"

Xie Yuyan followed Wang Yan's hand and looked over. If Wang Yan hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have realized that she had drawn a flower mark on the roster.

She was so engrossed in the moment, from looking at the roster to giving orders, that she completely used her habits from when she was in power, subconsciously drawing flower-shaped labels and even slipping notes down.

Wang Yan's fingers finally began to grind the flower slip repeatedly. He stared at the slip with a serious and profound expression, as if he could see through the words and follow the path she had taken.

Marriage, entering the palace, and wielding power—it all lies in that fortune slip.

Without those things, she wouldn't have developed that habit.

Xie Yuyan felt a moment of tension; after all, some people are so intelligent they're almost supernatural, and you can't speculate about them like an ordinary person. But then the person in front of him swayed slightly.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, he's just a drunkard.

"you……"

Xie Yuyan was about to get up when she didn't expect Wang Yan to lose his balance and stumble. Before she could think, she quickly reached out to help him.

In that instant, he opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Everything happened too fast, and too naturally.

When she came to her senses, she realized how intimate she had been with him.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and even through his clothes, she could still feel the burning heat of his skin, which quickly spread to her cheek like wildfire, making her feel hot as well.

Perhaps because he had been drinking, his heart was beating fast and strong, even somewhat deafening.

His hand rested on her back, his fingers gently caressing and sliding. At that moment, Xie Yuyan felt herself become unusually sensitive, as if she could feel the thin calluses on his fingertips.

His breathing seemed steady, but upon closer listening, it was somewhat rapid. Yet his hands still tried to soothe her, his movements clumsy, like a ray of blazing sunlight, trying to make her completely immerse herself in it in the gentlest way.

He was very attentive, as if this way she would never come to her senses and would never question his feigned stumble as a cover for a hug.

“Wang Yan,” Xie Yuyan finally spoke after pursing his lips, “Don’t think I don’t know that you can stand firm.”

Xie Yuyan looked up at him. The current Wang Yan was less aloof and composed than before. His gaze was slightly unfocused, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“I can,” Wang Yan said softly. “If A-Yan says I can, then I can.”

As he spoke, he lowered his hand and naturally grasped hers, his equally burning palm seeming to melt her.