Chapter 68: A Small Sedan Chair

A small sedan chair was carried into the back door of the Wen family. Inside…

The person was gone, so one should not always live in memories but look forward.

If she kept holding a grudge against Meng Huan because of her father’s matter, wouldn’t that make him suffer for no reason?

She shouldn’t and couldn’t do that.

“Lingyi, I’m really happy that you can think this way.”

“Before, I couldn’t feel your affection for me at all. I even thought you would leave at any time. But now I feel that you are willing to settle down and stay in this family.”

Wen Zhaoyin said bit by bit, unconsciously softening her voice a lot.

Theoretically, a heretical man like Meng Huan would not have a good life no matter which family he married into and would even be punished for doing something wrong.

But he happened to have this kind of face and coincidentally met her.

At first, she really only tolerated him for this face. Later, she was attracted by his uniqueness and wanted to tame him. Gradually, she began to like this stubborn man a little.

As for now… she didn’t know what kind of feelings she had for him.

Meng Huan turned his head back to look at her, thinking that even if he had thought of leaving before, he was watched so closely that he couldn’t leave. What difference did it make now?

“Plus the one in my belly, I’m about to give you a second child. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t.”

When he had just given birth to Wen You, he really looked at the child coldly, not even glancing at it, hoping not to form any attachment. Because at that time, he really couldn’t accept the fact that he, as a man, had given birth to a child.

Then, in just a little over half a year, his thoughts had undergone earth-shattering changes.

If you raised a kitten or a puppy and fed it daily, you would develop feelings for it over time, let alone raising a child who shared your flesh and blood and was born after nine months of pregnancy.

That feeling was definitely different.

If half a year ago, he was asked to leave Wen You to Wen Zhaoyin to take care of, he would definitely be reassured because, with Wen Shu as an example, he felt that Wen Zhaoyin must be a good mother.

But now, even though he knew she wouldn’t mistreat the child, he still couldn’t bear to part with the child. Even thinking about the scenario of being separated from the child made him involuntarily start to worry.

It seemed that he really couldn’t leave the Wen family anymore.

Hearing this, Wen Zhaoyin stretched out her hand and gently touched his lower abdomen, feeling it bit by bit. Although it was still early and the child had not even grown into shape, she still pressed against his belly with a pious expression.

People always had great expectations for new life.

She called out his nickname meaninglessly, “Lingyi…”

Meng Huan raised his arm to hug her neck, his eyes slightly closed, and kissed her with a bit of anticipation.

He got the response he wanted, and the corners of his mouth curved into a happy arc. The kiss became more passionate and emotional.

“Huff…” After a long kiss ended, both of them had some difficulty suppressing their breathing. But there was no way around it. Meng Huan was in the early stages of pregnancy and was not suitable for exercise. They could only wait until later.

He reluctantly didn’t let go, still tightly hugging her neck, just clinging to her and not coming down.

Wen Zhaoyin simply picked him up and put him on the bed, pressing him down to do what they could do. Then, when they were both a bit tired, they took a nap together.

Such leisurely days passed by quickly, and a month went by in the blink of an eye.

Time always liked to play tricks on people. Once you relaxed and felt that all was well under the sun, something unexpected would always happen to disrupt the peaceful life.

On this day, Meng Huan was wandering around. With the experience of giving birth last time, he began to exercise moderately after getting pregnant this time and settling down, so that it would be easier when giving birth.

He had just walked to the garden near the back door of the Wen residence when he saw a few people carrying a simple small sedan chair passing by.

The sedan chair bearers looked a bit familiar to him. They were the ones who had protected him when he went out last time. After he came back, he had never seen them again. He figured they should be Wen Zhaoyin’s personal guards with strong abilities.

Seeing them again today, he thought that the person in the sedan chair was definitely not an ordinary person.

But… who was it that had to be carried in through the back door in a small sedan chair?

He had been in the Wen family for two or three years, and this was the first time he encountered such a thing.

Meng Huan’s voice acted before his mind, directly calling out to stop the sedan chair that was being carried past him. “Stop!”

Although he was still a concubine, because Zu Jun was no longer around, his words carried weight in the Wen family.

Especially since the few women all knew him and knew his importance to Wen Zhaoyin, when he called for them to stop, they really did stop.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Meng Huan walked closer and actually heard a man’s voice coming from inside, and all sorts of guesses came rushing in.

Wen Zhaoyin used her most trusted people to carry a man into the residence in a low-key sedan chair through the rarely used back door of the Wen family. What was she trying to do?

“What are you going to do?” He took a few more steps forward, getting even closer to the sedan chair.

The leading guard didn’t know how to explain it and said directly, “It’s an order from the master to bring this person into the residence.”

It was indeed Wen Zhaoyin. Meng Huan’s expression darkened. It wasn’t that he was overthinking. Any normal person would think this way. What was she doing carrying a man into the residence for no reason? Naturally, it was…

“Young Master, don’t jump to conclusions. Let’s ask the gentleman in the sedan chair first. Don’t misunderstand anything,” Wen Xi said hurriedly when he saw his expression, knowing that he had made a guess in his mind.

His actions were also fast. Before the guards could stop him, he had already raised his hand to lift the curtain covering the window of the sedan chair.

The master and servant were very tacitly in sync as they poked their heads to look. After seeing the situation inside and the appearance of the man inside, they were both shocked.

“Why is it you?!”

“It’s actually Young Master Xie!”

At this moment, Xie Yunjin was tied up and placed in the sedan chair. It seemed that in order to prevent him from escaping, his hands and feet were also locked with an extra circle of iron chains.

However, his mouth was stuffed with cloth, and the faint sounds Meng Huan had heard earlier were the muffled sounds he made while being gagged like this.

“What on earth is going on?!” Meng Huan asked in a deep voice.

He didn’t understand. Hadn’t Xie Yunjin already left before, returning to his home far away from the imperial city? How come he was now tied up like this and secretly carried into the Wen family?

The leading guard indicated that she could not answer his questioning. “We subordinates are also not clear about this. These are all orders from the family master. If Young Master wants to know, you still need to ask the family master face to face.”

Hearing these words, Meng Huan and Wen Xi went straight to Qingzhu Courtyard, intending to ask her for clarification. Who knew that she wasn’t there? After several inquiries, they finally learned that she had actually gone to Zu Jun’s small courtyard.

That place had not been visited by Wen Zhaoyin since the end of Zu Jun’s funeral because seeing the objects would make her think of the person. He was very clear about this as he was by her side.

So the fact that she had gone there today was quite surprising to Meng Huan.

He didn’t think too much about it and didn’t consider whether it would be inappropriate to ask like this. He directly went to find her.

Wen Xi pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and the two of them walked in, only to find Wen Zhaoyin lying on the rattan chair where Zu Jun had lain, lost in thought, not moving at all. Only when she saw them did her eyes move.

Meng Huan’s inexplicable anger dissipated in an instant. He walked to her side with slow steps and asked in a soft voice, “Why are you sitting here?”

The latter’s reaction seemed to be a little slower than usual. She blinked a few times before looking up at him and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “I just wanted to come and sit for a while.”

Perhaps because of her unusual state, Meng Huan stood there looking at her and didn’t directly ask about the sedan chair carrying Xie Yunjin. Instead, he raised his hand to smooth her somewhat messy hair.