After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

In her dream, she was imprisoned by Cen Shichuan in the Cen mansion to give birth, and the only thing she did to pass the time was to listen to the servants gossip.

The most talked-about person is the second young master, who has a distinguished status.

Cen Yuan.

Although he had never met him, Xu Wantang had heard a lot about him.

Cen Yuan has a calm personality and doesn't like going to crowded places.

This secluded path became his only way back to the West Courtyard.

So from the beginning, Xu Wantang had no intention of finding any cuffs for Cen Shichuan.

She was waiting for Cen Yuan.

As the dark figure approached, Xu Wantang propped herself up and looked up at the man.

The rain fell like a curtain, her long, wet eyelashes were lowered, and her watery eyes were half-hidden, making it hard to tell whether the water on her face was rain or tears.

"Second Brother."

"Excuse me, I'm blocking your way. The Third Young Master said he lost his cufflinks in the garden and asked me to come and look for them. I..."

Xu Wantang called out weakly, her lips opening and closing, wet with rain, but she couldn't continue speaking, her voice filled with bitterness.

Her pale, beautiful face was covered with a layer of mist, making her even more tragically beautiful and moving, while also hiding a hint of stubbornness.

The man, holding the umbrella, subtly tilted it slightly to the side.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, and a hint of coolness floated in his dark eyes, his deep and impenetrable gaze enveloping Xu Wantang from top to bottom.

Especially when his gaze swept over her neck, there was a subtle pause.

Her heart skipped a beat, as if she had been seen through.

Feeling a little guilty, Xu Wantang could only give way.

"Second brother, you go first. I still need to look for cufflinks, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Cen Yuan didn't respond, but glanced at his assistant beside him.

"Lin Yue".

Lin Yue nodded and stepped forward, offering his umbrella: "Third Young Madam, it will be easier for you to find things using my umbrella."

"..."

No, don't you understand the concept of playing hard to get?

Both grown men were as stiff as wooden blocks.

Xu Wantang stared at the umbrella and bit her lip.

Think fast, you stubborn fool!

How do the "green tea bitches" in TV dramas behave?

After thinking for a while, the only thing she could think of was... to pretend to faint.

Thinking this, Xu Wantang lost her strength and fell straight towards Cen Yuan.

But he reached out and straightened her body, leaving her feeling neither dizzy nor not dizzy.

Xu Wantang could only stand still, rubbing her head: "Second brother, I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Cen Yuan's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he spoke softly.

"Let's go."

"Thank you, Second Brother."

The man didn't say much, but Xu Wantang knew she was safe.

She stepped forward, but the disposable slippers she was wearing, soaked to the point of softening, could no longer hold on and the soles separated.

Xu Wantang walked barefoot on the dark stone slabs, her skin so white it seemed to glow.

She curled her toes, her watery eyes reddening again and again, broken and aggrieved.

"The Third Young Master said the cufflinks were very important to him, so... I didn't have time to change my shoes."

Xu Wantang did not explicitly say that Cen Shichuan was making things difficult for her.

But these disposable slippers say it all.

She achieved her goal.

Then, Xu Wantang obediently said, "Second Brother, I can walk by myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chest imbued with the scent of sandalwood drew closer.

His long, slender hands slipped under her waist, avoiding the wound on her back, and lifted her into the air.

When my palm touched her skin, it caused a slight tremor.

Xu Wantang was stunned and at a loss, the sound of rain pattering on the umbrella growing fainter and fainter.

All that remained were the man's gentle breathing and her frantic heartbeat.

The next second, the man said without looking at her, "The wound has reopened, and there's blood."

"..."

Xu Wantang quickly calmed down.

It turned out that they were worried that if she was seen covered in blood, it would break the Cen family's Ramadan rules.

He truly deserves to be called a disciple of Buddha.

Nothing is more important than his Ramadan.

But at least she made Cen Yuan remember her.

After all, no one dares to break the rules repeatedly in front of a Buddhist disciple.

Lin Yue stood behind the two men, holding two umbrellas, dumbfounded.

Does this work?

……

Back to the West Courtyard.

Cen Yuan put Xu Wantang down.

Xu Wantang swayed and leaned against the wall, embarrassed, and said, "Second Brother, do you still have the medicine you gave me in the car? Could you give me some more? I... the medicine I bought doesn't seem to be working."

She spent almost all of her money on VIP checkups.

The remaining money is enough to buy some cheap anti-inflammatory drugs.

Cen Yuan must have seen the medicine in the transparent medicine bag in the car, otherwise he wouldn't have given her other medicine.

Cen Yuan had his back to her, his expression unreadable.

After a long pause, he finally hummed in agreement.

"Thank you, Second Brother."

Xu Wantang followed Cen Yuan inside, but stopped when she saw the spotless floor.

No one lived here before, so no one would have noticed if she sneaked in.

But now, she was soaking wet, and her feet were covered in mud and grass clippings.

After that kick, the floor will definitely be ruined.

Her long eyelashes cast trembling shadows beneath her eyes as she looked helplessly at Cen Yuan.

He is changing into slippers.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yue was the first to react.

Cen Yuan lives in such a remote place because he doesn't want to be disturbed, so he only keeps one pair of his own slippers in the house.

Even Lin Yuelai only uses shoe covers.

It saves time and is convenient.

But surely it's not right to make Xu Wantang, a woman, wear shoe covers barefoot?

Lin Yue thought for a moment, then took off his shoes as if he had made up his mind.

"Third Young Mistress, if you don't..."

"Wear these."

Cen Yuan interrupted in a deep voice, moved the slippers in front of Xu Wantang, and glanced at Lin Yue in the process.

Lin Yue was stunned.

He just wanted to accompany Xu Wantang to wear shoe covers barefoot so that she wouldn't feel embarrassed, right?

Did I make a mistake?

Lin Yue didn't dare ask any more questions, put on shoe covers and went to get the medicine.

Xu Wantang lowered her head and put on her shoes.

The slippers were black leather open-toed, and the contrast between the black and white slippers, and their different sizes, made them stand out clearly.

She then realized that the aloof man in front of her was actually quite tall.

It made her look like a child secretly wearing an adult's shoes.

Take one step, then slide.

She had only taken a few steps when she tripped over her slippers and ended up pressed against the man's back.

To steady herself, she instinctively hugged the man.

The man's abdominal wall contracted slightly, and Xu Wantang felt as if she had been electrocuted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she landed on the man's back.

Suddenly, the sensation under my palm became harder and harder, and it even felt frighteningly hot through my clothes.

Xu Wantang's fingertips trembled slightly.

The next second, the man grabbed her wrist and steadily pulled her away.

As you move, the prayer beads on your wrist glide across your skin, their unique texture carrying a touch of coolness.

At this moment, Lin Yue appeared with a bath towel and a first-aid kit.

Looking at the two of them, he was shocked, but under Cen Yuan's gaze, he calmly put down his things, turned around and walked outside.

Cen Yuan released Xu Wantang, handed her a clean bath towel, and sat on the sofa with the medicine box in his hand.

"come over."

"Um."

Xu Wantang dried her hair and body, then carefully sat down after placing a towel on the sofa.

She huddled up, pale and fragile.

Cen Yuan frowned and handed over the pills.

Three tablets a day.

He then put down the medicine for treating the wound.

He then turned away and stopped looking at her.

Xu Wantang paused for a moment, her eyes stinging with tears: "Thank you."

After taking the medicine, she took off her shirt.

She wore a tank top to make it easier to treat her wound.

But applying medicine to the wound was still a bit difficult; she twisted her body for a long time to reach it.

Finally, I was too exhausted to continue, so I just decided to get it bandaged up quickly.

Just as I reached for the gauze, a shadow fell.

"Lie down properly."

The man's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Xu Wantang swallowed hard, but still obediently lay on the soft pillow.

Cen Yuan's medicine felt cool and soothing when applied to the wound.

Xu Wantang couldn't help but relax.

As the medication took effect, she closed her eyes in a daze, half of her face sinking into the soft pillow.

The man glanced at her profile, his gaze settling on the crimson hue on her neck.

The bright red hickeys proclaimed who Xu Wantang had just been with and what she had done with him.

Cen Yuan clenched the Buddhist prayer beads at the base of his thumb, his eyes slightly closed, his deep, dark eyes calm yet...inscrutable.

Xu Wantang suddenly felt the hand on her back exert some force, causing her to wince in pain.

But she was too tired to open her eyes and could only mumble a call.

"Second Brother?"

"..."

"Second Brother."

"……Um."

……

Inside the room.

The assistant pushed open the door and walked to Cen Shichuan's side, who was drinking.

"Third Young Master, Miss Xu can't get in touch with you."

Cen Shichuan put down his wine glass, picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that Xu Chuxue had sent him more than a dozen messages in the past hour.

He didn't hear a single word; his mind was completely occupied with Xu Wantang.

Xu Wantang's resistance displeased him greatly.

I have a feeling that something is quietly spiraling out of control.

He glanced up at the heavy rain outside the window.

Has Xu Wantang returned?

"No, I'm still looking for cufflinks in the garden."

"Ha, this time the acting is more realistic than before."

Cen Shichuan sneered, took a sip of wine, and continued, "Do as I say, and I'll see how tough she really is."

"Yes."