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

Seeing that Cen Yuan didn't speak, Xu Wantang leaned closer to him to talk.

But as she got closer, the subtle scent of agarwood wafted into her nostrils.

For a moment, her mind went blank, and she couldn't say anything.

She blinked frantically, only to meet a pair of dark eyes.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his black hair falling across his forehead. The candlelight on the table shone through his hair, illuminating his eyes, making them appear deep and boundless.

Xu Wantang's eyelashes trembled. She felt the dark figure in front of her not retreating but advancing, bending down silently as if on purpose.

"What is it?"

As the clear, crisp voice fell, Xu Wantang's heart involuntarily trembled, and she took a step back in fright.

When he opened his mouth, he was a little incoherent: "I, I'm here to make a wish, no, no, I'm here to pray for blessings."

"Hmm. Sincerity is the most important thing when praying for blessings." Cen Yuan glanced at her and said calmly.

"..."

What does he mean?

Could it be that... she has to kneel down the whole time?

But when she thought about the dance practice area, Xu Wantang could only grit her teeth and kneel down, clasping her hands together.

"God, I pray for the Cen family, that the Cen family may enjoy good weather and abundant harvests."

Except for Cen Shichuan.

May the Cen family enjoy peace and safety year after year.

Except for Cen Shichuan.

"I hope my dance practice goes smoothly, but... it's really inconvenient to lack a place. God showed me the way and helped me find a spacious dance practice space."

"I am deeply grateful."

After Xu Wantang finished speaking, she opened one eye and closed the other to steal a glance at the man beside her.

Cen Yuan seemed to sense something, but he kept his eyes closed and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to say it aloud when you're praying for blessings."

Xu Wantang pursed her lips, "Even if I don't say it, you won't hear me."

She nodded awkwardly, "Okay, then I'll repeat it silently again."

He truly is a Buddhist disciple; he becomes quite talkative when it comes to praying for blessings.

Xu Wantang silently recited the words, and to show her sincerity, she could only kneel down again.

Before long, not only did her legs go numb, but she also began to doze off in the quiet.

She was distracted for just a few seconds when her chin bumped against the fingertips of her clasped hands.

Just as she was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, she heard a voice that instantly brought her back to her senses.

The sound of a wheelchair rolling.

It's Cen Shichuan!

How did he end up here?

Whether in the past or in dreams.

Every time Xu Wantang heard that voice, it was as if she was about to beg for mercy.

In the past, she had begged Cen Shichuan not to hate her.

In her dream, she was begging Cen Shichuan to let her catch her breath after her miscarriage.

My nerves were constantly on edge.

Just like now, she frantically propped herself up.

She didn't want Cen Shichuan to see her with Cen Yuan.

But Xu Wantang was too anxious, and her legs went numb.

As soon as she got up, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto Cen Yuan.

The man instinctively held her waist, his palms burning hot, even the prayer beads in his hands became warm, soothing her skin.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Until Lin Yue's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Third Young Master, what brings you here?"

"Just passing by, stopped by to see my second brother."

Cen Shichuan's expression betrayed a hint of impatience.

Then came the sound of a wheelchair getting closer and closer.

Xu Wantang quickly steadied herself, but it was too late to run away.

She pursed her lips and looked at Cen Yuan: "Second Brother, I, I..."

Cen Yuan sat up straight, lowered his eyes to conceal his expression, and said calmly, "Go to the inner hall."

"Thanks."

Xu Wantang didn't have time to explain and hurriedly ran into the inner room and hid in the cabinet.

The moment the cabinet door closed, Cen Shichuan's wheelchair had already entered the Buddhist hall.

Xu Wantang dared not move, and could only press her ear against the cabinet door to listen to the sounds outside.

"Second brother, are you alone?"

As Cen Shichuan spoke, his wheelchair did not stop, as if he were on patrol.

Cen Yuan's voice remained indifferent: "What do you think?"

Cen Shichuan stopped and smiled, "Second brother, I didn't mean anything by it. Of course I believe you. After all, you've been following a highly virtuous monk, so you certainly wouldn't lie."

"so what?"

Cen Yuan then asked another rhetorical question.

Every sentence received a response, but no answer was given.

Cen Shichuan paused for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his breathing was a little disordered.

"I just ran into the maid, who said that Wan Tang is heading towards the Buddhist hall."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang was taken aback.

It must be that maid who works with Cen Shichuan; she always likes to keep an eye on her and find fault with everything she does.

It's her own fault for not noticing.

But Cen Shichuan usually doesn't care about her at all, so why would he specifically look for her now?

As I was thinking, I heard voices outside again.

Cen Yuan said, "Anyone can come to the Buddhist hall."

"Yeah?"

As Cen Shichuan raised his questions, the sound of a wheelchair rang out again.

And they gradually approached the inner hall where Xu Wantang was.

Hearing the sound, Xu Wantang stiffened and shrank back, her palms soaked with cold sweat.

The fear of Cen Shichuan was as profound as the fear of death.

She even felt that Cen Shichuan was just a few steps away, staring at the cabinet.

At this moment, Cen Shichuan spoke again.

"Wantang has always been willful and often makes mistakes. If she disturbs Second Brother, I will go back and teach her a lesson."

The tone was understated, even tinged with a hint of indulgence.

Only Xu Wantang knew that Cen Shichuan's words were actually a threat to her.

If she were here, she would never have a good ending.

In Cen Shichuan's eyes, she could be a tool to please Xu Chuxue.

It could also be a pawn used to deal with Cen Yuan.

He didn't care about life or death; all he needed to do was achieve his goal.

This is also why Xu Wantang didn't dare let Cen Shichuan see her with Cen Yuan.

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, and her body instinctively wanted to hide in a corner.

But suddenly his legs lost their strength, and he couldn't support his body, kicking the cabinet.

thump.

The sound wasn't loud, but Xu Wantang's whole body began to tremble.

Cen Shichuan said coldly, "Second brother, did you hear any business? It seems to be coming from the counter."

As he spoke, he turned his wheelchair.

Just when Xu Wantang thought it was all over, there was another thud from the top of the cabinet.

Meow~

The cat meowed a few times and then faded into the distance.

The next second, Cen Yuan's voice rang out again.

"Should we look again?"

She fell asleep with a cool, clear voice, yet possessed an intimidating aura.

Even Xu Wantang, who was inside the closet, felt the oppressive atmosphere around her.

Cen Shichuan's wheelchair paused for a moment, then moved again, already far away.

Judging from the speed of the wheelchair, his expression must have been very grim.

But her voice remained cheerful: "Second brother is joking. I was just looking around. Since Wan Tang isn't here, I'll head back now."

"Um."

Then came the sound of the wheelchair leaving.

Xu Wantang waited a few seconds to make sure Cen Shichuan had left before she came out, leaning on the cabinet for support.

She looked at the man on the prayer mat, so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground.

"Um... I was just afraid that the Third Young Master would misunderstand."

"Misunderstand?"

The man lifted his eyes, the candlelight flickering in them, obscured by a thin layer of smoke, making his gaze indistinct yet strangely chilling.

Xu Wantang swallowed hard and quickly made an excuse: "I won't bother you any longer, Second Brother. Thank you."

After saying that, she ran out quickly.

A moment later, Lin Yue carried the kitten into the Buddhist hall.

"Fortunately, the Second Young Master is a wise man and knows the Third Young Master's character."

"But the Third Young Mistress is really something, coming to the Buddhist hall to make a wish without considering that the ancestors of the Cen family are enshrined here. She caused the Third Young Master to become disabled, who can help her... um, it seems there really is someone."

Lin Yue looked at the man in front of her: "Wait a minute, Second Young Master, is the Third Young Master's wife treating you like a wishing well turtle..."

A cold gaze swept over him, startling him so much that he froze in his act of teasing the cat.

He quickly made a zipping motion along his lips.

Why are you angry?

It seems the Third Young Mistress's wish has been dashed.