Chapter 63: Living in His Master Bedroom

He is on a video call.

Although they are currently having a lively dinner, Song Huan Yan answered right away.

He may not be present, but he is definitely the main character.

The video connects, and Nan Gong Yu appears on the screen with a slight smile, "Does calling in on video count as participation?"

Song Huan Yan raises an eyebrow slowly, realizing… that's what he meant.

Before Song Huan Yan can answer, he says, "Sorry for missing such an important dinner."

Song Huan Yan quickly replies, "No need to apologize; being busy with work is understandable. Consider yourself fully involved. You arranged all this."

Nan Gong Yu presses his lips, seeming to like her being magnanimous and not causing trouble, and says, "Hmm, that's good."

Song Huan Yan's face feels a bit warm; the dinner did involve some alcohol.

But now she's not sure whether it's because of the alcohol or something else.

Song Huan Yan nods.

Gu Qinghe sees it, smiles and asks, "Yi Han?"

Song Huan Yan presses her lips, "Yes, Mom, Uncle Nan Gong's video counts as joining the dinner."

Gu Qinghe instantly brightens, "Then you two chat."

Song Huan Yan feels her face get even hotter.

Nan Gong Yu hears her words, his smile deepens a bit, though he remains habitually cool.

At this moment he is only wearing a white shirt with a black tie, neat and proper, simple, clean, and cool, yet inexplicably radiating sexual tension.

Nan Gong Yu stares at the screen, loosens his tie with a firm finger, picks up the Cigarette Pack on the table, pulls out a cigarette, and smiles faintly, "Changed your tone?"

Now Song Huan Yan's face burns even more inexplicably; she doesn't even know why she's blushing.

Changing your tone is normal, right!

When you changed it, you weren't pretentious; why be pretentious now?

"Hmm, yes." Song Huan Yan nods, pats her face, "I had a little wine."

Otherwise, with her face this red, she fears Nan Gong Yu might misunderstand something.

"Hmm." Nan Gong Yu nods, "You eat first, finish well, then go back to Yu Garden, and call me."

Song Huan Yan says, "Oh, okay."

Nan Gong Yu holds the cigarette between his fingers, "I'll hang up now, I have to be busy right away."

"Alright, you go quickly."

Nan Gong Yu hangs up.

Song Huan Yan continues eating, but her thoughts drift.

He seems to have been busy all day, yet he kept finding gaps in his busyness to contact her.

He even arranged all this neatly.

Tonight… she's going to stay at Yu Garden, which is… his room.

She will also move into his master bedroom…

Thinking of that, Song Huan Yan dares not imagine further.

What is she actually thinking?

Isn't living together after marriage normal?

Even sharing a bed and doing what should be done is normal.

Everyone has said they have no hope for romance.

The essence of seeking mutual respect is that the other has good character, treats you well, cares for family, and is stable, so why is she overthinking?

Both sets of parents are chatting fervently, each quite satisfied.

Nan Gong Jue and Nan Gong Lin eat and chat as well.

Song Huan Yan appears quiet and refined, cool yet very proper; she doesn't converse, just eats obediently, feeling self‑consistent.

Mainly her mind is all over the place.

At the whole table, only Song Qicheng remains silent; although he's clearly a member of the Song Family, he now seems like an outsider.

No place to settle…

Yet no one seems to care…

After a short while, everyone finishes eating and the dinner disperses.

Outside the hotel, Uncle Liu and others wait, taking Song Huan Yan to Yu Garden.

Song Huan Yan and Uncle Liu leave, and as they are about to board the car, they didn't expect Nan Gong Jue and Nan Gong Lin to call her back.

Song Huan Yan is a little surprised.

Earlier at dinner they didn't talk much, just exchanged greetings.

At the table, the two siblings, per Gu Qinghe's request, toasted her and said a few appropriate congratulatory words.

Now, do they have something private to tell her?

Song Huan Yan asks, "Anything?"

Nan Gong Jue says nothing, Nan Gong Lin says, "Right, we need to talk to you about something, can we step aside?"

Song Huan Yan nods, "Okay."

The two walk to a big tree beside the parking lot and wait for Song Huan Yan.

Song Huan Yan steps forward.

Her intuition tells her… the siblings' attitude toward her now is quite different from at the dinner table.

Earlier, in front of the elders, they were very courteous, polite, and even affectionate.

At this moment… you're being a bit impolite?

Sister‑in‑law didn't call out either.

Song Huan Yan walked over, looked at the two, "What's the matter?"

Nan Gong Lin spoke first, "We know everything about your birthday party."

Song Huan Yan was momentarily stunned, then asked, "Hmm, so?"

Song Huan Yan didn't guess wrong; Nan Gong Lin was indeed quite blunt, "So you'd better be honest and not cause trouble."

Song Huan Yan frowned.

Nan Gong Lin continued, "You've been dating for several years; only you know whether you're still pure. And my elder brother is no ordinary person!"

"What kind of person is your elder brother?" Song Huan Yan asked.

Nan Gong Lin was very proud, "Naturally he's the emperor's favored son, of lofty status, extremely noble and very dignified!"

Song Huan Yan said nothing; she thought Nan Gong Lin's words were correct.

"My mother likes you a lot," Nan Gong Lin said, looking at her. "You're extremely beautiful, Aunt Ning is also very nice, and you have a good relationship with my mother; we all know these things. In terms of conditions and compatibility, you truly are the most suitable. But whether my elder brother married you because he likes you is unclear. Moreover, you have a criminal record."

Nan Gong Lin wore a wary expression.

Nan Gong Jue also remained silent, clearly standing on Nan Gong Lin's side.

Song Huan Yan took a deep breath, looked calmly at Nan Gong Lin, "I don't deny what you said. Lord Yu is indeed outstanding and perfect. But it's not that I forced myself to marry him; in a sense, I was the one he pursued. If you have objections or doubts about me, feel free to speak to him directly. As long as he says a word, I can leave at any time."

Nan Gong Lin, upon hearing that, got angry, stamped her foot, "I'm not telling you to leave; I'm just going to beat you up!"

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "Oh, thanks."

Nan Gong Lin: "......"

"Is that all?" Song Huan Yan asked.

Nan Gong Lin, displeased, "Don't think too highly of it. My elder brother is a perfect freak; his kindness to you is just because he pursues perfection in everything."

Song Huan Yan said, "Hmm, anything else to say?"

Nan Gong Lin sighed, "Nothing. You may go."

Song Huan Yan nodded, turned and left.

Nan Gong Jue finally spoke, calling her, "Elder Sister-in-law."

Song Huan Yan turned, "Uncle, do you have any advice?"

Nan Gong Jue said, "We also care about our elder brother. Though he stands tall and can do everything, he is also very tired. So we hope… there is a considerate person to take good care of him. To live well, without leaving or abandoning him."

So, is this Leng Bai Wei's shadow?

Song Huan Yan didn't ask further.

She already had some shadows because of Qin Zi Mo; it's not surprising that the Nan Gong family also has them.

Song Huan Yan nodded, her expression cold and single‑eyed, "I understand, and I should. It's getting late; you should return home early as well. Stay safe."

Having said that, she turned and left.

Are these two siblings brother‑obsessed?

Seems they greatly admire Nan Gong Yu.

So they behaved very well in front of the elders just now.

But in private they immediately came to warn her, fearing she might "bully" Nan Gong Yu.

Considering that they are Nan Gong Yu's own younger brother and sister, Song Huan Yan decided not to argue with them.

After all, Nan Gong Yu is so good, and Qing He and Nan Gong Ren are also great, so she feels they deserve more patience and forbearance.

Song Huan Yan got into the car.

Nan Gong Lin looked at Nan Gong Jue, "Better than Leng Bai Wei."

Nan Gong Jue raised an eyebrow.

Nan Gong Lin said, "If Leng Bai Wei had argued with me earlier, she would have secretly reported to my elder brother! Sister Song, I mean Elder Sister-in-law, truly has a good temperament. Neither servile nor arrogant, yet she is polite and tolerant to us."

Nan Gong Jue nodded, "Hmm, let's go. We don't know whether she'll report or not; if she does later, see how my elder brother deals with you."

Nan Gong Lin pouted, "You speak as if you're not my accomplice. If she really reports, my elder brother will definitely deal with you. If he doesn't, I'll tell him you're an accomplice, hmph."

Nan Gong Jue tapped her head, "You're the mastermind."

Nan Gong Lin: "......"

Nan Gong Lin, while stepping forward and elbowing Nan Gong Jue, said, "Little brother, do you ever feel… Sister Song doesn't seem like the wife my elder brother reclaimed. She seems more like his disciple, or perhaps they don't belong to the same school?"

Nan Gong Jue, "?"

Nan Gong Lin waved her hand, "They're all cold and quiet, say little, yet stay composed. I just provoked, thinking she'd argue with me. In the end, she didn't."

Nan Gong Jue said, "Isn't that bad?"

Nan Gong Lin nodded, "Hmm. Not bad. Let's see, watch her performance. Anyway, she has many affairs, I won't spare her first! Let's go, let's go."

Nan Gong Jue added, "After all, she's the woman my elder brother publicly announced in his circle of friends himself."

Nan Gong Lin made a goofy face, "I think she's his very own disciple!"

Nan Gong Jue: "......"

The car drove straight to the entrance of the Main Hall of Yu Garden.

Uncle Liu respectfully opened the door for Song Huan Yan, and she stepped out of the car.

Uncle Liu bowed his head, "Young Madam, Lord Yu said you will stay in the main bedroom tonight. All daily necessities have been prepared for you; the Wardrobe Room is fully stocked. New styles will be delivered for you to choose from."

Song Huan Yan nodded and followed Uncle Liu to Nan Gong Yu's main bedroom.

She was inexplicably curious about his main bedroom.

Uncle Liu opened the bedroom door, "Young Madam, please, I won't disturb your rest."

"Alright." Song Huan Yan lifted her foot and entered the bedroom.

Nan Gong Yu's master bedroom is minimalist and clean, not flamboyant.

It is indeed very spacious; although minimalist, it is beautiful and bright, and everything used is extremely expensive top‑grade goods.

Soon she arrived at the bedside, where the deep‑blue large bed was very sleep‑inducing.

Next to the nightstand was a bookshelf, rows upon rows of finance‑related professional books, each quite thick.

It seems very professional.

The bed was supposed to have nothing on it, clean and tidy.

However, at this moment, the big pillow Song Huan Yan had brought was lying on the bed.

Song Huan Yan was startled, smiled briefly, then began familiarizing herself with the bedroom's zones, and afterwards went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After emerging, she found the prepared nightgown in the Wardrobe Room.

Deep blue.

Simple and grand yet understatedly luxurious, not overly revealing, just right.

After putting it on, Song Huan Yan even took a moment to look in the mirror, and she actually looked very good.

Sure enough, the big boss's taste is top‑notch.

Once everything was tidied, Song Huan Yan finally lay on the bed, instantly enveloped by a strange aura.

…it was his aura.

Song Huan Yan's face flushed; this was her first time lying on a man's bed…

Suddenly she recalled that Nan Gong Yu had told her to contact him after arriving at Yu Garden.

Song Huan Yan sat up, patted her slightly reddened face, and calmed herself.

They are both married, so even if they really wanted to do something, it wouldn't be condemnable.

It's just lying on the bed; why is she blushing?

But the more she thought that, the redder her face became.

Yet she had already placed a video call, and hanging up now would be inappropriate.

Nan Gong Yu happened to be in a meeting; upon seeing her video call, he paused the meeting and clicked to answer.

As soon as the connection was made, he saw the woman on the screen.

Clad in a deep‑blue nightgown, her already fair skin appeared whiter than snow.

Her long, jet‑black hair fell slightly disheveled, and her face shone beautifully.

Only a hint of her collarbone was exposed, giving off a touch of sensual allure.

Sitting on his deep‑blue king‑size bed, she seemed like a mermaid enveloped by the sea—quiet, obedient, cool, and exquisitely beautiful.

Before Song Huan Yan could speak, Nan Gong Yu suddenly reached out and hung up the call.