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

"Does the husband feel proud that his wife has been beaten?"

Cen Yuan's answer perfectly avoided the phrase "we are husband and wife".

But it's also flawless.

He then pointed to Grandpa Cen: "Ji Yan discovered that there are ambiguities in the terms of your contract, so Grandpa asked me to come over and check them with you."

As they were talking, Xu Wantang noticed that Cen Yuan had one hand behind his back and beckoned to her.

She immediately understood and stepped forward.

"Grandpa, Third Young Master, please don't be angry. In the end, it's all my fault."

"I thought the Third Young Master wanted me to move into the master bedroom so that it would be easier to take care of his legs, so I specially looked for leg massage oil, but I ended up dropping it on the floor."

She offered a way out, and Old Master Cen readily accepted.

He never liked Xu Wantang and never intended for her to remain the third young mistress.

How could you possibly let them live together and develop a relationship?

"Don't do anything reckless while Shi Chuan is receiving treatment. You should move back to your original small room and take good care of Shi Chuan in his daily life. Don't get any funny ideas."

"Yes."

Xu Wantang lowered her head, occasionally shrugging her shoulders.

She looked particularly aggrieved and helpless.

When Old Master Cen spoke, Cen Shichuan's expression became beyond ugly.

But you can't refute it.

He could only frown slightly and say, "Yes, Grandpa, let's go to the study to talk."

Xu Wantang thought the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, Cen Yuan suddenly looked at her.

Yes, Cen Yuan.

He said directly, "Please pour everyone a cup of tea."

"...Oh, just a moment."

Xu Wantang took a step back.

Although she didn't know what Cen Yuan wanted to do, she still did as he said.

A dozen minutes later, Xu Wantang knocked on the study door, carrying a teapot and teacups.

The room fell silent when she entered.

Xu Wantang didn't say anything, but lowered her head to pour tea and handed it to each of them.

Just then, a cell phone rang in the room.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Cen Yuan took out his phone, which was covered by a Q-version little monk phone case, and answered the call.

"What is it?"

"Okay, sign the new contract according to the version I just revised. If Mr. Cassius has any questions, let him come directly to me."

Mr. Cassius was the target customer that Cen Shichuan was looking for when he took Xu Wantang to the rooftop restaurant to show off their affection on May 520th.

The cooperation was agreed upon, but there were problems with the contract.

The other party is clearly trying to exploit the loopholes in the laws of the two countries.

However, Cen Shichuan was busy helping Xu Chuxue deal with the scandal and didn't carefully compare the terms.

If the other party uses the contract as leverage, the loss will approach five billion.

After hanging up the phone, Cen Yuan didn't put the phone away properly; instead, he held it in his hand and played with it.

It's impossible not to notice his adorable phone case.

Xu Wantang, holding the teapot, winked at Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan acted as if he hadn't seen it, and simply placed the phone between himself and Cen Shichuan.

The phone case should still be facing up.

Cen Shichuan glanced down and inexplicably thought of Xu Wantang's phone case.

There are three kittens.

Although the patterns are different, they are all cute.

There is a subtle and elusive similarity.

He couldn't help but ask, "Second Brother, it's not like you at all to like something like this."

"It was a gift from someone, it's quite cute."

Cen Yuan spoke calmly, his hand continuing to turn the pages.

The word "cute" carried a sense of ambiguity and restraint when he uttered it.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang nearly smashed the teapot in her hand, and hurriedly wiped away the spilled tea.

Yu Guangzhong noticed the man's gaze sweep over her seemingly casually, deep and enigmatic.

Suddenly, her ears started burning, but thankfully her long hair covered them.

Cen Shichuan was also taken aback. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he actually heard a hint of provocation in Cen Yuan's words.

He glanced at Cen Yuan's phone, then at Xu Wantang's phone.

Even though they were all very ordinary things, doubt and unease still grew wildly in his heart.

He gritted his teeth to resist the urge to grab Xu Wantang and leave.

"Second brother, who sent it?"

Are you questioning me?

Cen Yuan raised his eyes and looked calmly at Cen Shichuan.

Cen Shichuan clenched his fists, but still smiled. "Second brother, you're joking. We're brothers, what's there to hide? I think Grandpa also wants to know, is it Miss Chen?"

After he finished speaking, Old Master Cen raised his head and looked at Cen Yuan with a questioning gaze.

Cen Yuan picked up his phone and rubbed it, saying, "No."

"Who is it!"

Cen Shichuan's eyes suddenly turned sinister, as if a raging storm was brewing beneath them.

Everyone present could sense his unpredictable moods.

In contrast, Cen Yuan remained calm and composed.

Why should I tell you?

"Second Brother!"

Wow!

Cen Shichuan had just shouted when Old Master Cen splashed a cup of hot tea on him.

"Are you awake now? What are we talking about? Do you know how shoddy the mistake you made this time was? Are all the people around you just sitting around doing nothing? Or are they just busy dealing with your scandals every day? If it weren't for Cen Yuan, how are you going to pay back this 5 billion? And what are you planning to do...?"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Grandpa Cen leaned on the table, not saying anything more, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment in Cen Shichuan.

Seeing this, Xu Wantang quickly took a step back and stared down at the shoes to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

But what does it mean that the old man said he has other plans?

Just then, Cen Yuan slowly stood up.

"The work issue has been resolved."

"Since everyone is here, I'll be frank: I plan to move back in. If Cen Shichuan isn't comfortable here, he can move back to the third house's courtyard."

"The west courtyard is mine to begin with, and I don't object if you want to live there, but..."

During the pause, Xu Wantang felt a deep, slow gaze fall upon her, like invisible water gently enveloping her.

She trembled slightly, not daring to look up and meet his gaze, and could only clench her fingers tightly.

Cen Yuan continued, "But in my courtyard, you must abide by my rules."

After saying that, he turned and left with his men.

Not wanting to stay in the study and risk bad luck, Xu Wantang quickly said, "I'll go see it off."

Then she followed him out of the study.

The moment the door closed, Old Master Cen's reprimanding voice echoed from inside the room.

Xu Wantang couldn't hear clearly, but she knew she didn't need to be truly convinced by Cen Shichuan.

In order to conceal his feigned disability, Cen Shichuan would not have gone to the crowded Sanfang courtyard.

Cen Yuan's courtyard was the least crowded place.

Xu Wantang breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs, only to see Ji Yan standing at the door.

She glanced outside.

Ji Yan whispered, "Stop looking, let's go. Do we want to stay here and give someone something to use against us?"

Xu Wantang pursed her lips: "I didn't look for him."

"Did I say who you were looking for?" Ji Yan retorted.

"you……"

Xu Wantang couldn't win an argument with him.

Ji Yan glanced upstairs to make sure no one was there, then looked Xu Wantang up and down.

Xu Wantang felt uneasy under his gaze: "Judge Ji, what are you looking at?"

"Let's see what secret weapon you've got that made even an iron tree stand up for you?"

"What's the big deal?"

Xu Wantang didn't quite understand.

She did indeed want to ask Cen Yuan for help through Ji Yan.

But she wouldn't even dare to imagine having the most renowned Buddhist monk in Beijing's social circle stand up for her, even in a book.

She was so grateful if someone could say a few words on her behalf that she clasped her hands together in gratitude.

"Did you think he only asked you to go to the study to serve tea?"

"..."

if not?