Chapter 94: Shall We Wash Together?

Still in a daze.

The proud, aloof, lofty man was already striding toward her.

In Qin Zi Mo's fearful, panicked gaze, he gently and considerately lifted her in a princess carry, his eyes fixed on her face, "You've been standing for a long time; I'm afraid you're tired."

The evening dress she wore today, paired with the high heels, was indeed quite tall.

But Song Huan Yan was a little stunned.

She never imagined he could be so considerate.

But Song Huan Yan quickly understood.

This is one layer of meaning, and that layer means: to back her up.

Doing this in front of her ex‑boyfriend is the most assertive, most powerful way to back her up.

More forceful than any words.

Especially, he truly surpasses her by an unknown number of levels.

In terms of wealth, ability, and family background, it's the same.

Just as Chu Yue once said, he is the truly noble one.

Yet when her ex‑boyfriend dragged up melodramatic past, he voluntarily bowed before her.

If she hadn't married Nan Gong Yu, without that connection, they really wouldn't have any interaction.

In that case, she could say that she and Qin Zi Mo could never get into this man's sight at all.

For a moment, Song Huan Yan's thoughts swirled.

She never imagined that one day she would want to describe another person with the word "noble."

But at this moment she feels he is worthy.

Song Huan Yan looked at Nan Gong Yu's handsome profile, gently lifted her hand and looped it around his neck.

In this slightly cool night, her heartbeat seemed a little faster.

From start to finish, Nan Gong Yu never gave Qin Zi Mo a single glance.

Indifferent, ignoring.

After placing Song Huan Yan on the seat, Nan Gong Yu also got into the car.

Meng Zhangfeng closed the car door with a bang.

It seemed only then to jolt the shocked Qin Zi Mo awake.

He watched the luxurious, noble procession drift away slowly.

And he was like a frog on the ground, gazing up at the night sky.

That beautiful, luxurious night sky was so distant, unattainable even after a lifetime.

Did he… waste a good hand to the point of ruin?

He got in the car.

The heater inside the car felt comfortable.

Song Huan Yan didn't know what she felt inside, a constant urge to purse her lips.

Not knowing what to say, Nan Gong Yu lifted her hand, "Does it hurt?"

He actually saw it?

Song Huan Yan's palm was indeed red.

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, then immediately added, "It's fine."

Nan Gong Yu said nothing, only rubbed her palm with his thumb.

Then he saw the bruise‑shaped red imprint left by a squeeze.

"Indeed, such delicate, tender skin, truly exquisite." Nan Gong Yu's voice was low, deep, and steady, his finger brushing the red mark.

Song Huan Yan felt her wrist go numb.

She hurriedly steadied her mind.

"Family Heirloom." Nan Gong Yu said again.

Indeed, on this hand Song Huan Yan wore the Jade Bracelet that Gu Qinghe gave her.

That glass‑type emerald Wanlong Jade Bracelet, of excellent hue.

"Hmm. Mom… gave it," Song Huan Yan pursed her lips.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her wrist, gently lifted it, as if studying it closely.

After a while he said, "Madam, this hand is truly beautiful."

Indeed beautiful: delicate skin, pale white, paired with this jade bracelet, stunning to the extreme.

Moreover, the red mark on the wrist not only didn't detract from the beauty, it actually added a few points of charm.

A beauty is just a beauty.

Even injured, still looks good.

Flattered, Song Huan Yan became very embarrassed and said, "Your… hand is also beautiful."

That wasn't a lie at all.

Nan Gong Yu's hand was extremely beautiful, firm and strong, pure and slender.

The raised blue veins on the back of his hand displayed masculine hormones.

As if only a comic artist could draw such a hand.

"Oh?" Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow, then squeezed the young lady's hand in his palm, saying, "Not as good as madam."

Song Huan Yan blushed uncontrollably in front of Nan Gong Yu for the first time.

Meng Zhangfeng, who was driving ahead, couldn't help but chuckle.

Song Huan Yan didn't know what to say, so she simply said nothing.

Nan Gong Yu actually took her hand, kissed it, kissed that red mark.

His lips were as light as a feather, warm.

But afterward his complexion and eye color changed, becoming cold.

He opened his mouth, his voice no longer gentle, and said to the driver ahead, Meng Zhangfeng, "Check who was injured. It's dead."

"Yes!" Meng Zhangfeng immediately replied, then made a phone call.

At the hotel there was still a group of bodyguards, the ones handling those sisters.

Meng Zhangfeng just called, and Nan Gong Yu's phone also rang.

He picked it up and saw it was from Nan Gong Jue.

Nan Gong Yu swiped the phone, pressed speaker, and said, "Speak."

On the other end there seemed to be a woman's faint sobbing, quite pitiful and tragic.

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow slowly, "Qiao An is crying?"

The voice sounds like hers.

Nan Gong Jue had a good attitude, his tone gentle, and said, "Big brother, An An and those sisters have already realized their mistake, can we... waive the Forced Drinking?"

Nan Gong Yu's expression worsened, and he said directly, "What? Just because you're dating, you think you're something, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Gong Jue knew Nan Gong Yu was furious.

Nan Gong Jue didn't dare to speak.

Nan Gong Yu added, "Your sister-in-law's hand is still injured, who should I call to settle it? Also, your sister-in-law is right there listening, she gives you face, and you, for a few people who aren't anything good, are this cold to her heart?"

Nan Gong Jue said, "Sorry, big brother, I understand."

Nan Gong Yu, with a cold face, hung up first, his temper still quite fierce.

Song Huan Yan asked curiously, "Really Forced Drinking?"

Nan Gong Yu looked at her, "Your heart softened?"

Song Huan Yan shook her head, "Not really."

Nan Gong Yu said, "Hmm, that's good. If you're wrong, you should accept punishment. Sometimes the law can't punish, but power and money are good things."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Hmm."

She somewhat liked the tone of his speech.

However, a second later, Nan Gong Yu seemed displeased again.

He frowned and said, "This second brother, what kind of thing is he dating? Quite unlucky. He looks like Small Family, can't make it to the stage, your employee?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, "The artist I signed, I am currently... promoting her."

Nan Gong Yu was somewhat surprised, as if he thought one shouldn't promote such a person.

However, he said nothing more, but said, "Huan Yan, your attitude toward this person is strange. Since you're promoting her, why today reject so decisively? I understand not drinking, I also understand not holding a cup. But... on the surface, it shouldn't be that extreme. Since there's a grudge, why still promote?"

Song Huan Yan also knew he would definitely ask this, and for a moment felt a bit chaotic.

"I don't know... where to start."

And now it also involves Nan Gong Jue.

She definitely couldn't watch Nan Gong Jue being deceived by Qiao An.

But... if she tells Nan Gong Jue.

Would her plan still be able to proceed smoothly?

After all, when Qiao An's true face is exposed later.

It might also damage Nan Gong Jue's reputation.

After all, there was a Marriage Alliance.

So, Song Huan Yan was tangled for a moment, she hadn't decided how to say it.

Seeing she didn't answer.

Nan Gong Yu didn't ask further, but said, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to."

Song Huan Yan looked at him in surprise.

She thought his tolerance toward her was too high.

So high it's a bit absurd.

Saying he's not good is impossible; he's perfect.

Yet this not asking much seems like an outsider.

He doesn't want to get involved.

Is it her illusion?

It should be.

Actually, mutual respect as guests, especially the "mutual respect as guests" he mentions should be like this.

Song Huan Yan said, "Let me organize things properly, can I tell you in a couple of days?"

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "Okay."

Song Huan Yan added, "By the way, when will you... leave?"

Nan Gong Yu seemed to chuckle, "Huan Yan, I just got back, and you ask when I'm leaving?"

Song Huan Yan, embarrassed, said, "I didn't mean that."

Nan Gong Yu took her hand, "I'm not leaving."

Song Huan Yan was stunned, "Huh?"

Nan Gong Yu said, "Foreign affairs will be handed over to Guo Xing and Yun Zheng. When necessary, I can just fly. The group's focus will also shift back domestically."

Song Huan Yan was a bit surprised and blurted out, "Why?"

Nan Gong Yu seemed both amused and exasperated, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips; he reached out and patted her head, "Of course it's for you, my little girl."

Song Huan Yan's face suddenly flushed.

She shyly turned her face away, trying to keep a cool demeanor, "Um, oh. Got it."

Nan Gong Yu said no more.

Meng Zhangfeng, who was driving ahead, floored the accelerator with a whoosh, and no one knew what he was laughing foolishly about.

Lord Yu is a perfectionist who seeks flawlessness in everything.

That may be a personality forged by strict upbringing as an heir from childhood.

But Meng Zhangfeng knows.

He seems perfect for the sake of perfection.

It even seems unrelated to emotions.

He appears to be merely playing the role of the most perfect, impeccable husband.

But what does that have to do with anything?

As long as the two stay like this, isn't that a lifetime of happiness?

Returning to Yu Yuan, it was already late.

It was half past ten.

The two entered the master bedroom, and Song Huan Yan felt a little uneasy.

Her mind was a chaotic mess.

She kept thinking… hmm, tonight, are we going to share a bed?

If he intends to do something…

In theory, she shouldn't be able to refuse, right?

Not only can't she refuse, she must cooperate, right?

That should be called marital duty and responsibility?

So… tonight they really will…

…do that thing?

She didn't even know if she was ready.

Or perhaps nothing needs to be prepared.

She felt Nan Gong Yu was more like a guide.

It seemed she didn't have to worry at all, as he would guide her perfectly.

While she was still daydreaming, Nan Gong Yu reached out and took off the suit jacket she was wearing.

Song Huan Yan was still telling herself internally not to be nervous, that whatever they did would be proper and reasonable.

But at that moment she still felt an inexplicable nervousness and stammered, "W‑w‑want to… sleep now?"

The moment she finished speaking, she thought she had misspoken.

What was that question, anyway?

Nan Gong Yu's handsome, cool face bore a hint of smile at the corners, his voice surprisingly seductive as he said, "Huan Yan, are you sleepy?"

Song Huan Yan immediately shook her head, "No!"

Then she put on a very lively expression.

Nan Gong Yu smiled lightly, patted her waist, and said, "Go take a shower."

Song Huan Yan was startled, inexplicably nervous again, "Ah, oh, right, wash… shower."

Shower!

Song Huan Yan slightly widened her eyes and nodded, "Oh, okay."

She said that while stumbling a bit toward the bathroom.

After two steps, Nan Gong Yu suddenly called her, "Huan Yan."

Song Huan Yan turned back, "Huh?"

Nan Gong Yu asked, "Do you need a servant to attend you?"

"Oh, no need," Song Huan Yan shook her head, "I'll wash myself."

"Hmm." Nan Gong Yu nodded, then lifted his step toward her.

While walking, he reached out, untied his tie and held it, then began to unbutton his shirt.

Song Huan Yan's eyes widened a bit again, this…

Although his walking while untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt was dazzlingly handsome, the sexual tension was cranked up to the max.

But that means…

…we're washing together??