Chapter 110: Jealousy

Nan Gong Jue also stepped forward, took off his coat and draped it over Nan Gong Lin, "Hurry, let's go. It's cool outside."

The autumn wind whistles today; after getting soaked, a gust makes the goosebumps rise.

Nan Gong Lin's nose tingles, tears fall again, and choking she throws herself into Nan Gong Jue's arms, "Younger brother…"

Nan Gong Lin cries pitifully, saying, "Older brother now only has Elder Sister-in-law in his eyes. He's been abroad these years; after finally returning, all he sees is Elder Sister-in-law. He didn't ask me a single word just now!"

As the family's only girl, Nan Gong Lin is naturally doted on by Nan Gong Yu and Nan Gong Jue.

Now she simply can't accept it; the older brother she has idolized since childhood now has another woman in his eyes and heart, ignoring her.

And she really doesn't like that woman!

She is simply not worthy of her older brother.

Her older brother is so good, so outstanding, how could he be captivated by a woman with several years of romantic history?

Moreover, Song Huan Yan refused the Marriage Alliance because of that Phoenix Man.

Otherwise Gu Qinghe would have arranged the alliance for them long ago.

What does this indicate?

It shows that Song Huan Yan doesn't like her older brother at all; she chose him only after a romantic failure.

Her older brother is just a fallback hero!

She originally thought a Marriage Alliance was just a marriage, with no feelings involved.

But she didn't expect Nan Gong Yu to treat Song Huan Yan so well, perfecting every detail to the utmost.

He gave Song Huan Yan such ample respect.

Nan Gong Lin cries sorrowfully.

Nan Gong Jue rubs her hair to soothe her, but says nothing.

But he understands very well.

At first, Song Huan Yan guessed correctly; actually Nan Gong Jue and Nan Gong Lin are both super brother‑obsessed.

They adore Nan Gong Yu beyond measure.

The four great aides revere Nan Gong Yu as a god, and these siblings are no different.

Now, their god has turned all his attention to another outsider believer.

In their eyes, this believer is still riddled with flaws.

They feel conflicted, find it hard to accept, and are truly jealous, feeling very upset.

Gu Qinghe frowned beside them, sighed, and said, "Your mother knows your thoughts. But Linlin, as the family's only girl, you must understand clearly: your older brother and second brother will both take wives and have children. They will dote on other women and spend their lives with them. You are just a younger sister. If in the future you marry and your husband's sister also competes with you for attention and gets jealous, how would you feel?"

After Gu Qinghe said that, Nan Gong Lin's sobbing noticeably lessened.

Gu Qinghe stopped there and said no more.

But Nan Gong Lin said, "But I don't like her; she's not worthy of older brother!"

Gu Qinghe found it amusing, saying, "Your older brother chose someone he likes. Does he need your approval? As long as he likes her, that's enough."

"Moreover," Gu Qinghe added, "Yan Yan is worthy of your older brother. It's actually your older brother who is overreaching."

These words made Nan Gong Lin furious; she rose from Nan Gong Jue's arms, looked at Gu Qinghe, stamped her foot, "Mother, you actually say older brother is overreaching her? Are you kidding me?"

Gu Qinghe replied, "I'm not mistaken. Song Huan Yan's temperament is unmatched throughout Kyoto; such composure is enough to bear responsibility. Those noisy, lively, bustling types cannot control the Nan Gong family. Did Elder Sister-in-law just argue with you?"

Nan Gong Lin became even more upset, angrily saying, "You like her that much? Is she your own child? You treat her so well."

Gu Qinghe inhaled deeply, clenched her hand, and restrained herself from slapping her.

She looked at Nan Gong Lin, "Don't be petty. The family still dotes on you; you are the Nan Gong family's only daughter. However, your Elder Sister-in-law is meant to stand with your older brother to shoulder the Nan Gong family, to protect its people. In the future you'll live under their protection for a lifetime. You are my daughter; I've loved you for over twenty years and will continue to love you. She is my daughter‑in‑law, just arrived; if I don't treat her well, who will? If I'm not kind to her, is it to drive her away? That's enough, go change your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Although Gu Qinghe had explained, Nan Gong Lin still couldn't accept it right away, but she didn't lose her temper again, gave a "Hmm" and left.

Qiao An hurriedly followed, kept holding her hand, staying by her side.

Nan Gong Yu carried Song Huan Yan back to his own main bedroom in the Old Mansion, ordering a servant to fetch a clean towel and heat some water.

The servant hurried to do so.

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "Lord Nan Gong, put me down. Your clothes are wet too."

Nan Gong Yu set her down, and the servant handed over the towel.

Nan Gong Yu took it and wiped the water from her face, then brushed her hair.

Her hair was still too wet, water still dripping.

"Later take a bath. Let the servant wash your hair; later Zhang Feng will bring the clothes." His voice was gentle, and his motions while wiping her hair were also gentle.

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan said, "Don't be angry; it's nothing serious, just a small accident."

Nan Gong Yu's brows furrowed slightly, "It is a small accident, but for younger sister to say that is quite unreasonable."

Could he not be angry?

The first time having dinner at the Old Mansion with his wife, there was no harmony.

First, he was irritated to the point of choking by his second younger brother's unreliable partner.

Nan Gong Lin also acted immaturely.

Song Huan Yan saved her, yet she not only didn't thank him, but claimed Song Huan Yan deliberately fell into the water to vie for affection, calling it completely chaotic!

"It's fine," Song Huan Yan said, looking at him with cold yet angry eyes, "Younger sister is still young. My temperament is unappealing; I've always known that. Don't blame her; I can handle it."

Nan Gong Yu's hand halted.

Just as he was about to speak, the servant stepped forward, "Lord Nan Gong, the hot water is ready."

Nan Gong Yu, naturally more concerned about Song Huan Yan's health, fearing a cold, said, "You go wash your head first."

Song Huan Yan nodded, turned and left.

Because it was indeed cold.

Nan Gong Yu suddenly said, "Huan Yan, what size bra do you wear?"

Last night he touched it, it wasn't small, very plump and very sexy.

But he has no idea about bra sizes at all.

Even though Song Huan Yan felt quite cold at the moment, hearing that, her face also turned a bit red.

She turned, said a size, then hurriedly followed the servant toward the bathroom.

Nan Gong Yu muttered to himself, and Song Huan Yan suddenly turned and said, "By the way, make more Ginger Soup; my little sister's clothes also got damp."

Nan Gong Yu said, "Hmm, okay."

After taking a steaming hot shower, Song Huan Yan finally felt comfortable.

The clothes Meng Changfeng sent over were still a cashmere coat, a fairly casual loose sweater, paired with straight‑leg woolen trousers, and a pair of fuzzy shoes.

They were all in a milky‑white palette, with especially good texture and cut.

Song Huan Yan looked and saw they were from an international top‑luxury brand; the set was quite valuable.

They carried a kind of gentle, graceful sexiness, with a hint of cool, languid flavor.

Song Huan Yan put them on, and they suited her temperament perfectly.

After she left, Nan Gong Yu sat in the Bedroom and Living Room waiting for her.

He also changed into clean clothes: a black vest, a white shirt, black western trousers; the black gave him a few more degrees of imposing severity.

When he saw her, Nan Gong Yu's usually cool eyes also lit up slightly.

She truly looks good no matter what she wears.

On the table was a steaming bowl of dark broth and a jewelry box.

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow slowly; the jewelry box looked very familiar.

It's… Star River Dream?

How did it end up here?

Nan Gong Yu explained, "I had someone go to Yu Yuan to get it."

Song Huan Yan was a bit puzzled, "What's it for?"

Such a lavish, precious piece of jewelry is only suitable for grand, important banquets, right?

Nan Gong Yu reached out, pulled her to sit, and laughed, "Of course it's meant to be worn."

He said that and opened it himself.

Honestly, Star River Dream truly dazzles every time you see it.

Nan Gong Yu took out a necklace and gave it to Song Huan Yan to wear.

The man leaned in, his body exuding a fresh, subtle fragrance mixed with a strong masculine aura, very pleasant, making one… can't help feeling a bit infatuated.

But Song Huan Yan was a bit surprised, "This… isn't appropriate, right? It's just a family banquet, and besides, can this look good without a formal dress? Would it be… too flamboyant?"

After Nan Gong Yu put it on for her, he looked at her carefully, "Who says it only matches formal wear? Wearing it daily looks just as good; you can see for yourself if you don't believe."

Nan Gong Yu asked the servant to bring a mirror.

Seeing herself in the mirror, Song Huan Yan was stunned.

She had never imagined that Star River Dream jewelry could actually be worn daily.

Because it's a colored gem, its hue is splendid and elegant, grand and graceful.

Paired with her milky‑white outfit, it really looks beautiful.

Song Huan Yan was left staring, realizing that the true charm of top‑tier jewelry lies in this.

"Beautiful," Song Huan Yan couldn't help but say to herself.

Nan Gong Yu pursed his lips, "That's because the person looks good."

Song Huan Yan's face flushed slightly, and the beautiful eyes reflected fragmented light.

She guessed that Nan Gong Yu's purpose in having someone fetch it now was probably to emphasize her status to the family.

Sometimes it's not enough to state it with words; an appropriate symbol is also needed, having the same persuasive power as speech.

Nan Gong Yu said, "Quickly drink the Ginger Soup."

At this point, Song Huan Yan subconsciously frowned; in fact, she really hates drinking Ginger Soup.

Song Huan Yan slightly frowned, "Can I not drink it? I can take some Cold Medicine as a preventive."

She didn't expect that she actually disliked it, but hadn't said so before; was she trying to have the kitchen make it for Nan Gong Lin to drink?

Nan Gong Yu's heart stirred slightly; he lifted the bowl, a bit domineering, "No. The medicine is bad for the body."

Song Huan Yan still frowned.

Nan Gong Yu handed the bowl to her lips, "Good girl."

Song Huan Yan, "……"

Song Huan Yan looked at Nan Gong Yu several times, then finally lifted the bowl.

But after trying several times, she didn't drink it.

Nan Gong Yu, seeing that she had such a childish side, said, "Huan Yan."

"I really don't want to drink," Song Huan Yan placed the bowl on the coffee table, originally intending to give him face for his "good girl" remark.

But it failed.

Nan Gong Yu, seeing her in this awkward situation, ultimately didn't force her, and ordered the servant, "Go get the Cold Medicine."

The servant went.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, picking up the words he hadn't said before, "Your temperament isn't unlikable. It's Nan Gong Lin's problem."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "Did you send Ginger Soup to her?"

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "I sent it. But she was being troublesome and unreasonable; don't blame yourself. This is your first time coming to the Old Mansion, and you came back with me; she acted like that, very impolite. Properly, she should be punished, and heavily punished, so that we don't indulge her temperament, which would make her harder to control later."

Song Huan Yan said, "I accidentally fell in, it wasn't her who pushed me. Fine, let's not bring this up, let it go, okay?"

"Huan Yan." Nan Gong Yu looked at her. "This is also your home; you don't need to feel aggrieved. And you certainly shouldn't feel aggrieved because of me."

Song Huan Yan was startled for a moment, then pressed her lips together. "I know. I'm not aggrieved; I understand her."

At this moment, the servant brought Cold Medicine and warm water.

Nan Gong Yu handed it to her, watching her obediently swallow it.

Nan Gong Yu was just about to say something when Song Huan Yan said, "Trust me. I really can handle it well."

The aunt‑in‑law relationship—most people go through it; there's no need to be overly pretentious about it.

Looking at her beautiful eyes, Nan Gong Yu finally nodded, "Fine."