When she thought about what was about to happen that night, Wen Ying felt uneasy.
She was sweeping the floor in the front yard, her mind wandering, and she didn't realize that she was the only one around, and a pair of brocade boots stopped in front of her.
Wenying subconsciously wanted to hide respectfully, but the noble man in front of her grabbed her wrist: "Why are you hiding?"
The familiar cold tone made Wen Ying shiver uncontrollably. Her beautiful eyes widened and she looked up, and she really met the eldest son's calm and unruffled eyes.
The unguarded gaze made Wen Ying's uneasiness a lot worse. She quickly took a step back and her tone softened: "I don't dare, this slave."
She wanted to retreat, but Lu Congzhuan tightened his hold on her wrist.
Wen Ying looked around frantically, and her low voice even trembled: "Master, this is Madam's yard."
Lu Congzhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and even his hands were harder, and he suddenly pulled her closer to him, speaking without hesitation: "What about her yard, even if it's her house, I'm not afraid."
Wen Ying became even more panicked. She raised her other free hand, subconsciously trying to stop him from continuing to speak, but in the end she could only put it back timidly because she was anxious.
Her eyes were red with anxiety: "Sir, I don't know where this slave has offended you. I beg you to be noble and give me a way to live."
She was like a drifting duckweed, picked up by someone with a tree branch, separated from the familiar river and exposed to the sun.
Lu Congzhuan frowned a little tighter. Just when he was about to say something, he heard someone calling from behind: "The eldest son is here? Madam has been waiting for you for a while."
Mother Qian stood at the door, unable to see clearly the two entangled people on the other side through the branches and leaves of the willow tree.
Wen Ying became even more panicked and wanted to put some distance away from the eldest son, but he really had no intention of betraying her and still held on to her.
"Please..."
The suppressed pleading in her voice seemed to make Lu Congzhuan's mind wander back to the night a few days ago. She used this tone to tell him to be gentle.
Wenying closed her eyes resignedly, waiting for Qian's mother to cast her inquiring gaze, but the person holding her wrist used some force, causing her to stagger. When she opened her eyes, she saw the young master standing upright. Broad back.
He was a martial arts practitioner, with broad shoulders and a strong waist. His body could cover her up and block Qian's mother's sight.
Wen Ying was stunned. Before she could react, Qian's mother's voice slowly came closer: "It's strange, where are all the people in the yard? They actually neglected you, Master."
Wen Ying's heart was lifted again by the approach of Qian's mother, and she shrank back behind the eldest son almost subconsciously.
"Stop." Lu Congzhuan stopped her casually, "Mother Qian probably hasn't washed herself in a long time."
He frowned and looked away from Qian's mother: "Dirty smell."
Qian's mother paused, her smile frozen on her face. Lu Congzhuan didn't wait for her reaction: "The old man is back?"
"The boy just reported back and is already on his way."
"Then I'll wait until he comes before going in."
Lu Congzhuan's tone was normal, but he didn't give her a chance to refuse.
Mother Qian was embarrassed, so she couldn't continue to step forward. She hesitated and bowed to him, then turned and returned to the madam's room.
Her worried heart suddenly relaxed, and Wen Ying let out a long breath.
Lu Congzhuan slowly turned around and his eyes fell on her. This simple glance seemed to show her through.
He let go of her, and Wen Ying clenched the broom in her hands tightly, for fear that he would do the same outrageous thing as last night again.
"Did she treat you badly?"
He suddenly spoke, and Wen Ying was confused by the question, and she hadn't thought about what she wanted in return.
However, the eldest son raised his head slightly and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Tonight, come to my room."
