Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Nan Jinming led Chu Xiaoran out of the crowd. Chu Xiaoran had a string of candied haws in his hand, while Nan Jinming had a bunch of snacks of different sizes in his hand. The handsome man and beautiful woman walking together always attracted people's attention.

"How can you be so careless while eating a candied haws?"

Nan Jinming stopped walking, and Chu Xiaoran didn't understand what she meant. He thought she wanted him to look at the new things sold by the vendors nearby. The crowd was noisy, and even though the two were very close to each other, Chu Xiaoran couldn't hear clearly what Nan Jinming was saying.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she was just standing there staring at his face, Chu Xiaoran reacted and was about to reach out to wipe his face, but Nan Jinming got there first. She ran her slender fingers through his soft hair and pulled her in front of her.

In an instant, fireworks were set off on the bank of the moat not far away. A beam of bright light shot straight into the sky. There was a loud bang, and huge fireworks blossomed in the dark space. Brilliant fireworks bloomed one after another, and the crowd became restless.

Nan Jinming lowered his head and kissed the corner of Chu Xiaoran's mouth, savoring the sweetness of the rock sugar. Chu Xiaoran stood there like a piece of wood, feeling the soft touch on the corner of his mouth.

Nan Jinming's movements were very gentle, and she never let go of her hand on Chu Xiaoran's head. She was also very scared and afraid that he would dodge, but when she sensed Chu Xiaoran's daze, Nan Jinming took advantage of the situation and pursued him.

When the first bunch of fireworks bloomed, they embraced and kissed each other. Chu Xiaoran held some candied haws in his hand and grabbed Nan Jinming's sleeve with his free hand. He held it tighter because he was afraid that the person in front of him would leave him one day.

The two of them were in the crowd, under the fireworks, with an anxious atmosphere. Nan Jinming's gentle movements gave Chu Xiaoran some comfort, and the temperature began to rise from his ears.

After the kiss, Nan Jinming released his hand on Chu Xiaoran's head with some reluctance, and looked at Chu Xiaoran in front of him, whose eyes were a little misty because of shortness of breath, and watched his originally confused eyes gradually regain some clarity.

Nan Jinming sneered: "How can you be so cute and innocent that I like you so much."

Chu Xiaoran finally realized that she was teasing him. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he grabbed the corner of Nan Jinming's clothes and pulled hard.

"You are just bullying me because I don't understand these things between men and women."

There was some mist in Chu Xiaoran's eyes that turned into water droplets. He raised his hand to brush it away, but Nan Jinming bent down and kissed him away.

"Yes, I am not a good person. It is a very bad thing that you met me in this life."

Nan Jinming felt a little sad. The more familiar people she met, the greater the risk of repeating the same mistakes. She once again hid the person in her heart, wondering if she would insist on having her own way and be sent to the execution ground by her beloved, just like in her previous life.

"You are a very good person, but your mouth can't speak."

Chu Xiaoran glared at her, loosened his hand, looked down, and found that a candied haws in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point and was picked up by the little beggar.

"Candied Haw Lu..."

"Why not give it all to her?"

Nan Jinming suggested with a smile on her face. She was not being kind-hearted, she was just acting on impulse.

Chu Xiaoran nodded, took Nan Jinming's hand, and walked towards the corner of the street shops, where there was a beggars' den just around the corner.

There is also an unknown side to prosperous places. Some people walk around the streets in fancy clothes, while others are begging for food in rags.

"Maybe I should be thankful that I wasn't kicked out of the Chu Mansion by them."

Chu Xiaoran looked at the messy scene in the beggar's den. There was a foul smell and urine odor, tattered mats and cotton jackets, and the only shelter from the wind was the bamboo strips turned out from the corner.

Nan Jinming touched Chu Xiaoran's back. It seemed that saying too much at this moment would be of no use.

"You sympathize with them?"

"No, I'm more selfish. I just feel bad for being too soft-hearted."