Chapter 126

Before Chen Yan could respond, Li Tan, who was leaning lazily on the back of his chair, spoke first: "Big Brother, your former fiancée and old lover is here to plead; do you want to see her?"

His words were full of mockery.

He didn't expect that woman to have the nerve to come to the Mingjing Si...

"See her!"

"Why not see her?"

Chen Yan stood up, stretched, and laughed: "Since I'm idle, let's see what tricks she can play..."

"Yes."

After the Embroidered Attire Envoy received the Mirror Master's reply, he didn't linger and went to carry it out.

"Big Brother, you won't soften your heart, will you?" Li Tan curled his lips playfully, swinging his legs, and teased.

"What if I do?"

"And who would know?"

Chen Yan shrugged.

"Hahahaha!"

A moment later, the two looked at each other and laughed tacitly.

Zhuque Hall.

In a secluded quiet room.

Wen Nianshu, who had been led in by the Embroidered Attire Envoy, carried a food box and became excited upon seeing Chen Yan dressed as the Mirror Master: "A Yan, you are still willing to see me..."

"I knew you still cared about me!"

"This is the pork bone soup I brewed for you!"

As she spoke, she placed the food box on the table and took out the soup, which was wafting with the aroma of meat.

"Yo!"

Chen Yan remained unmoved, his fingers crossed over his lower abdomen, scanned Wen Nianshu's actions and the things she brought, and said: "Our Miss Wen, who never touches the spring water with her ten fingers, actually went to the kitchen to brew soup one day, and for someone insignificant like me..."

"I'm truly flattered!"

Every word was filled with sarcasm.

Chen Yan was not the foolish original owner who would be moved to tears by this woman's trivial favors...

"We have a marriage contract; how could you be insignificant?"

Wen Nianshu seemed not to hear the subtext, pursed her red lips lightly, served a bowl of soup, placed it before Chen Yan, and said softly: "Hurry and taste my craft!"

After saying this, she gently brushed the stray hair from her forehead behind her ear.

The outfit she wore today was also the one Chen Yan had once liked and been most obsessed with...

A moon-white brocade long dress embroidered with peonies; the hem trailed on the floor, the embroidery was fine, and the peony petals were layered and vibrant.

She wore an emerald jade bangle on her hand, warm and moist, with a vibrant green color; the size was just right, and with her movements, it emitted a soft luster.

Those slender fingers were painted with red dye, just like little red plum blossoms, adding a touch of charming style.

"I wouldn't dare!"

Chen Yan remained unmoved, without any intention of reaching out, and laughed: "I'm afraid there's arsenic or crane-top red in this soup..."

"To take my little life!"

Wen Nianshu's hand holding the soup bowl stiffened; she stared straight at Chen Yan, her eyes full of grievance, "A Yan, how could you think of me like that?"

"In your eyes, am I that kind of person?"

After saying this, she held up the soup bowl and took a big gulp.

"Otherwise?"

Chen Yan pursed his lips, curled his lips into a smile, and countered: "Could it be that Miss Wen thinks you have a lot of face here with me?"

Sometimes, Chen Yan really didn't understand who gave this woman the courage and confidence...

Liang Jingru?

He really wanted to share some inferiority with her.

Hearing Chen Yan's form of address, Wen Nianshu put down the soup bowl, feeling even more aggrieved, and asked: "Must we speak to each other like this?"

"Is there no affection left from the past?"

Her eye sockets instantly welled up with a layer of crystal tears, just like dew hanging on flower petals, swaying and about to fall.

Her nose also turned slightly red, looking delicate and helpless.

She bit her lower lip with her teeth, and that crimson lip was bitten by her, leaving a shallow mark, as if it would bleed in the next second.

Her throat seemed to be choked by something, emitting intermittent, sobbing sounds.

"Wen Nianshu, just state your purpose!"

Chen Yan looked at this scene without the slightest ripple and said: "I have no interest in reminiscing with you..."

"I... I... I..."

The pitiful Wen Nianshu, because of Chen Yan's cold attitude, didn't know how to open her mouth for a moment.

"If you can't say it, the door is over there; walk slowly and don't let me see you out!"

Seeing this, Chen Yan raised his hand, pointed toward the slightly closed wooden door, and said.

Wen Nianshu stepped forward, threw herself on Chen Yan's legs, grabbed his hand, and begged: "A Yan, I've come to beg you to save my father..."

"He was framed, he was wronged!"

"You must be clear about his character..."

The Wen family naturally heard the wind in Chang'an, especially the key point that the Zhuque Mirror Master would handle the case personally.

They panicked at the time.

They knew clearly how Chen Yan dealt with the Meng clan, his stepmother's family.

After careful consideration, they could only let Wen Nianshu come to plead first...

Of course he knew that clearly; when they were in trouble, they kicked them when they were down... Chen Yan heard this, slandered in his heart, a flash of cunning crossed his eyes, and he slowly spat out two words: "Possible."

"He watched you grow up since you were a child..."

Wen Nianshu held Chen Yan's hand, continuing to play the emotional card, teary-eyed, but suddenly realized something and felt very surprised, "What did you just say?"

"Possible?"

"A Yan, are you willing to lend a helping hand?"

"I knew my A Yan wouldn't be so heartless..."

"The previous things were all my fault!"

At that moment, Wen Nianshu seemed to be hit by a sudden pie, overjoyed.

She never expected it to be so smooth, that A Yan could agree so readily, without saying anything yet...

"The case is in the Mingjing Si, and I am the one handling it personally..."

Chen Yan pulled Wen Nianshu's hand away and said lightly: "Helping your father isn't impossible..."

"What do you mean by that?" Wen Nianshu heard the subtext, raised her head timidly, and asked.

"Nianshu, there's no free lunch in this world!"

Chen Yan smiled calmly, pinched the woman's chin with his right hand, squeezed it gently, and said playfully from a high position: "If you want to get something, you have to pay the corresponding price..."

"Everything is fair!"

His words were full of hints.

"What do you want?" Wen Nianshu shrank back and asked.

She had already guessed what the 'price' was...

"What do you think?" Chen Yan asked unhurriedly, his gaze scanning the woman's body.

"You!"

"You are shameless!"

"Taking advantage of people's precarious state!"

"Chen Yan, when did you become like this?"

Wen Nianshu could no longer pretend, struggled to stand up, and made a move to walk out.

"Nianshu, you don't want anything to happen to your father, do you?"

Chen Yan didn't stop her, just curled his lips into a tease and said slowly: "His life, his future, the future of the Wen clan—it's all in your hands!"

"Choose carefully!"

These words were like heavy hammers, striking Wen Nianshu's heart.

Making her footsteps pause, as if lead balls were tied to her legs, unable to move a single inch.

"You..."

"I..."

After a long ideological struggle, Wen Nianshu reached out and pulled at her belt.

"That's right; you are a smart woman..."

"Those who know the times are heroes!"

Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and walked forward.

An hour later.

The door of the quiet room opened, Chen Yan tidied his clothes and walked out, muttering: "Nothing more than that..."

"I really don't know why he was obsessed to the point of being a lick-dog..."

Besides the virginity, it could be said to be useless.

Chen Yan simply couldn't understand the original owner.

He just upheld that principle as always: don't let down good girls, don't waste bad girls!

"My Lord, the Wen residence has been controlled..."

You Xian, who had been waiting outside the door, saw Chen Yan come out, hurried up to meet him, and said loudly: "Grand Minister of Granaries Wen has also been brought back!"