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

Lin Manzhi wanted to catch her husband cheating!

Xu Wantang felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.

She knew that Lin Manzhi looked down on her and had always wanted to find an opportunity to separate her from Cen Shichuan.

However, given the huge uproar surrounding the nude photos and Xu Chuxue's death, Lin Manzhi had no choice but to pretend to be magnanimous and accept her.

If they were to catch her and Cen Yuanyue alone in a room under the cover of darkness...

On the eve of ancestor worship, in such a sacred place as a temple, Lin Manzhi will surely make a big fuss about it.

Not only Xu Wantang couldn't explain it, but Cen Yuan couldn't either.

That's a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Although she longed to break up with Cen Shichuan completely, she didn't want to leave with a stigma.

She didn't want to implicate Cen Yuan either.

While he was thinking, Cen Yuan had already sat down at the table.

He leisurely picked up the purple clay teapot from the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and began to drink it.

Xu Wantang was so anxious that she was like an ant on a hot plate.

But she couldn't bring herself to say the reason.

She could only ask cautiously, "Second Brother, besides the main entrance downstairs, are there any other doors we can use?"

Cen Yuan put down his teacup and opened his book: "No."

Xu Wantang was startled and glanced out the window.

"Second brother, do you think we'll die if we go down from the second floor?"

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan's brows slowly drooped, his eyelashes obscuring his eyes, and his fingertips lightly touched the pages of the book.

The scent of agarwood mingled with a gentle breeze, creating a cool and refreshing atmosphere.

He said in a deep voice, "You think they'll believe you just because you ran away?"

Xu Wantang paused, twisting her fingers as she said, "You...you knew everything?"

Cen Yuan nodded, then pointed to the phone on the table: "The signal is blocked."

Xu Wantang quickly took out her phone, but there was no signal at all.

It seems that Lin Manzhi is determined to achieve her goal.

She helplessly put down her phone: "Second brother, what do we do now?"

"wait."

Cen Yuan turned a page of his book and asked calmly, "What did she call you here for?"

Xu Wantang looked shocked, her almond-shaped eyes widening like a pool of spring water about to overflow.

"Second brother, you even know this?"

Did you realize that I've been seducing you all along?

It looks like you didn't notice.

Cen Yuan remained silent.

He's not a god; he can't possibly guess everything. He just overheard it upstairs.

But seeing her blinking like a kitten in the back hills was kind of amusing, so I didn't say anything.

Xu Wantang truthfully replied, "What kind of scriptures are we looking for to burn for our ancestors? I can't quite remember the names."

"The fourth book from the left on the second shelf."

Xu Wantang turned around, took the scripture down from the shelf, and nodded, saying, "This is it."

Cen Yuan then pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Sit down and copy."

"Huh? Oh."

Xu Wantang was stunned.

Although she didn't understand his intentions, she did as he said.

After sitting down, she spread out the paper and picked up the pen that Cen Yuan handed her...

It was an old-fashioned fountain pen, big and bulky.

She held the pen, but it just didn't feel right no matter how she tried to hold it.

Cen Yuan glanced at her and said indifferently, "Don't you know how to use it?"

"Yes, yes, of course I can. I've even won awards for my calligraphy."

Xu Wantang finally managed to gain a little bit of favor from Cen Yuan.

She really didn't want him to think of her as a useless pretty face.

It's just penmanship; it's actually pretty much the same as writing with a ballpoint pen.

Thinking about it, she buried herself in writing.

A moment later, the man's shadow fell on the paper, and his voice rose and fell faintly.

"Xu Wantang, when did you win an award for your calligraphy?"

"……primary school."

Xu Wantang held the two words between her lips.

cough.

The man coughed lightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I have indeed won awards, but I... I really don't know how to use this kind of pen."

As she spoke, Xu Wantang immediately looked up.

It struck the man's calm, still eyes.

Perhaps it was because the lamp was too bright, but his eyes shimmered with an inky light, so deep it seemed to draw people in.

Then, a slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Xu Wantang pouted: "Second brother, are you making fun of me? I actually have really good handwriting. If you don't believe me, I'll write your name with a different pen."

She propped herself up, leaned closer to Cen Yuan, and reached for the pen beside the man.

Her long hair brushed against the back of the man's hand unintentionally, and a faint fragrance lingered under his nose.

It seemed like an accident, yet it lingered for a long time.

The man ran his fingertips along the pages of the book, his gaze fixed on her profile, the shadow of his long eyelashes obscuring the expression in his eyes.

Xu Wantang took a pen and quickly wrote Cen Yuan's name on a blank sheet of paper.

She raised her eyes: "How is it? Isn't it good?"

Cen Yuan looked at his name and tapped his brow: "You... how exactly did you graduate from university? Cen has a little more than usual."

Xu Wantang blushed and gave an awkward smile: "I wrote too fast, it was an accident."

What a weak explanation.

She seemed more like an uneducated, good-for-nothing vase, just wasting her time.

However, with so much phone use, it's really easy to make mistakes when writing by hand.

Cen Yuan said calmly, "Would you misspell your own husband's name?"

After saying that, he frowned slightly, feeling that the question had gone too far.

Just as he was about to take it back, he heard Xu Wantang mutter.

"I never wrote his name."

I used to have a crush on Cen Shichuan, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't dare to write his name.

After they got married, he disliked her so much that she dared not write his name on her name.

Over time, she stopped writing his name properly.

She was even less inclined to write in the future.

Cen Yuan paused, then turned a page of his book: "Don't exert too much force, or you won't faint like this."

Xu Wantang was about to nod when her eyes suddenly darted around.

How could she forget that such a perfect atmosphere is ideal for a "green tea seduction"?

Well, she'll be a vase, a pitiful vase.

Xu Wantang continued writing, and when she put more pressure on her pen, she let out a soft cry.

"My fingers hurt so much."

She looked up again, her eyes brimming with tears, and gently blew on her fingers.

"Second brother, this pen is so heavy! How should I apply pressure? Can you teach me?"

"Okay." Cen Yuan nodded.

Seeing this, Xu Wantang was overjoyed.

Just as Cen Yuan was about to get up and teach her, he took out an identical pen from the drawer.

"You're holding the pen incorrectly, like this..."

"oh."

Xu Wantang bit her lip, feeling ashamed and indignant for her wild thoughts. Her ears turned bright red, and she could only lower her head even further.

Cen Yuan glanced at the tips of her ears and curved his lips into a smile.

After learning how to hold a pen, Xu Wantang dared not have any more ideas and obediently copied the scriptures.

My restless heart gradually calmed down as I read the words.

It was so peaceful that she even fell asleep on the table without realizing it.

In a daze, she felt someone straighten her head, making her more comfortable to sleep.

Until, a loud crash came from downstairs.

Xu Wantang sat up straight in fright, and it took her a few seconds to realize what had happened.

When she got up to call Cen Yuan, Lin Manzhi had already arrived in front of her with a group of people.

Cen Shichuan was pushed to the front by her.

"Xu Wantang, have you no shame? What are you doing in Cen Yuan's room so late at night? Are you having your old habit resurfaced?"

Lin Manzhi took the initiative and threw dirty water at Xu Wantang as soon as she came to the door.

Xu Wantang glanced around to make sure Cen Yuan wasn't there before explaining, "Third Madam, didn't you ask me to come find the scriptures?"

Lin Manzhi sneered, "I asked you to find the scriptures, but the scriptures I need are in the front hall. Why did you come all this way here? And why did you close the door so tightly? What are you and Cen Yuan doing here alone, a man and a woman?"

"No! It's because the door downstairs is locked from the inside, and I can't get out," Xu Wantang said, pointing downstairs.

"Nonsense, we just pushed it open. Besides, even if the door was locked, you still have your phone, right? You could call Shi Chuan, but you didn't call him at all. You didn't even reply to my messages. Could you be doing this on purpose?"

Lin Manzhi pointed to the cell phone on Xu Wantang's table.

Xu Wantang picked up her phone and found several new messages that Lin Manzhi had sent her more than an hour ago.

The signal jammer is causing the reception delay.

This left Xu Wantang completely speechless.

"I……"

Snapped!