After asking such shameful words, Wen Ying, who was still sobbing, stopped crying and her face couldn't help but turn red. She straightened up from Wen Yan's arms and nodded sheepishly.
It was Wen Yan who came up with the idea to seduce the second young master, and Wen Yan heard the news that the eldest girl wanted to choose someone from the third young master.
Wen Yan was originally the son of the wife's family, and was a few years older than her. Before her beauty began to bloom, Wen Yan was the most outstanding one in her flowering period, so much so that the third son, who had always been lustful and precocious, clamored for Wen Yan. The lady had no choice but to marry Wen Yan, so she rewarded him.
As time went by, even if the Third Young Master liked to hang out among flowers, he still liked Wen Yan more in his heart. It was Wen Yan who succeeded in marrying each other, so now that something happened to the eldest girl, she also persuaded Wen Ying. Go this way.
Wen Yan probably saw the change in her expression, and smiled teasingly: "Look, I told you a long time ago, with your appearance, how can the second young master stay calm? Did he say when he would take you in? , is it a marriage, or is it just an aunt?"
She asked Wen Ying a little hard to speak, but Wen Yan kept chattering: "But I think you are also the first wife. Even if the second master treats you well, he has not married a wife after all. If the first wife has a concubine before entering the house, Aunt Shi, our Lu family doesn’t look good on our faces either.”
Listening to Wen Yan's plans for her, Wen Ying could only blush and interrupted her words with a stutter: "Sister Yan, the second young master...has not promised me my title."
After saying this, Wenying lowered her head again.
She felt that she was useless. She had already taken this step, but she didn't even have the courage to ask for status.
Wen Yan didn't expect this result, and she said with a sigh: "You idiot, the eldest lady will be back in a few days, and you don't want to be recognized by the second young master, are you waiting to be dragged to the eldest son?" Are you going to my uncle’s house?”
Wenying herself was anxious, but she really couldn't find a suitable opportunity today.
Wen Yan looked even more anxious than she was, waving her handkerchief and pacing back and forth: "Did the second young master promise you a promise? Did he say anything on the night when it happened?"
She was troubled by Wen Ying. It was her first time climbing on the bed and she had no experience.
She thought about it again and again, and finally said with a pale face: "I was too nervous at the time, and... it hurt. I don't remember whether he said anything."
She even said that she just realized that the second young master seemed to be concentrating on his actions from beginning to end, and he didn't even say a word.
Wen Yan's eyes widened with excitement at her words, and she lowered her voice and said anxiously: "Did you admit the wrong person and let some daring young man take advantage of you?"
Wen Ying hurriedly shook her head and said quite confidently: "That's the second young master's house. How dare others enter? Although it was dark last night, he still had a pendant around his neck, and there were scars on his legs from injuries he suffered when I was a child. , even the shoes are the same pair I made for him, how could there be any mistake?"
Wen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then don't try too hard. It's not uncommon for men to pretend not to remember after eating and drinking."
Wen Ying wanted to explain that the Second Young Master was not such a person, but Wen Yan had already started to give her advice: "If it were me, I would just ask him directly whether he would give me a title, but I know you are thin-skinned, Second Young Master He is not like the Third Young Master who likes women to get angry with him. When you see him directly, go to his side and induce him to do things with you again. Remember, this time you have to get a name before you can call him. He gets started."
Wen Ying's face turned red with embarrassment, she bit her lip and nodded, taking Wen Yan's words into her heart.
"It's getting late. You should rest early. The Third Young Master is still waiting for me to go back and take care of you."
Only then did Wen Ying have time to ask her: "Isn't the Third Young Master only coming back at the end of next month?"
The Third Young Master was originally born from a concubine, and he was an uneducated man who was only a philanderer. For the sake of his biological mother's early death and to protect her own reputation, the wife sent the Third Young Master to study in a private school.
Wen Yan sighed slightly: "It's not that the Third Young Master is so willful that he wants to take me with him. He even drags me with him to act recklessly in the private school. That's a place where sages and sages are read. Master can't look past it. No, just take me there." We drove them back."
Wen Ying was slightly startled: "Then Madam, doesn't she want to blame you?"
"It's weird, the third young master is protecting me, but he won't ask his wife to beat me to death."
Wen Yan covered her lips with a handkerchief and smiled softly, deliberately speaking briskly, but Wen Ying still caught the flash of loneliness and helplessness in his eyes.
They all know that Madam's punishment will not be light. No matter how much the Third Young Master likes her, he will not disobey Madam's wishes.
Wen Yan touched her head, said some words to her, and then left.
Wen Ying was worried and couldn't sleep well that night. She kept in mind what Wen Yan taught her and prepared to take the initiative to show her face in front of the second young master.
When she got up in the morning, she took a long detour just to pass by the Second Young Master's courtyard. She walked through the corridor and even took time to straighten her clothes.
Seeing a person standing at the end of the corridor from a distance, Wen Ying approached slowly, but when she saw who that person was, her face turned pale instantly.
How can he be an eldest son?
She hurriedly stopped, secretly saying that it was bad luck, and was about to turn around and walk back, but she didn't expect the eldest son's clear voice to restrain her like an invisible hand: "Wen Ying, come here."
Inexplicably, Wen Ying seemed to have the illusion that she was being haunted by a powerful ghost. She had no choice but to retreat and hide, so she had no choice but to take a few steps forward to greet the eldest son.
She hunched over, performing the courtesy of a maid, but the person in front of her did not ask her to get up. Just when her legs were so sore that she could no longer squat, a cold sneer came from him above her head: "I just realized it. You are becoming more and more beautiful."
