Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

He suddenly turned around and looked at her, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. If he remembered correctly, he had used this look to solve the most difficult problem last time.

But now it has no effect on her.

She picked up the kettle as if nothing had happened, poured him a cup of tea, and placed it in front of him slowly, saying, "Uncle Jue wanted me to serve you in your room, but Aunt Yu disagreed, so the two of them started arguing."

He was speechless for a moment, feeling angry and amused at the same time. It would have been fine if she could bring up such a thing in front of him, but she was actually so serious about it.

He looked at her with a half-smile, staring at the copy in his hand, and asked casually: "What do you think?"

The problem can be thrown to him, and naturally it can also be thrown back to her.

There was no sound at all.

He looked up at her, only to see that she was looking down in deep thought. When she saw him looking at her inquiringly, she forced a smile and said in a very flattering manner, "I am an orphan with no one to rely on. Fortunately, Uncle Jue and his wife took me in, and I was able to find a place to stay. I have long regarded them as my reborn parents, so no matter what they say, I will naturally obey them."

He glanced at her and sneered, "As long as someone takes you in, you're willing to obey their orders?"

She grinned at him: "Of course, I will repay you with my life."

His heart was in turmoil. He glanced at her face and the teacup on the table. He said coldly, "Do you know what it means to serve in my room?"

"Am I not serving in the master's room now?" She could just pretend to be stupid.

He turned his head, his eyes fell on her chest and slender waist, and smiled frivolously.

Anan was neither afraid nor annoyed. He moved closer to him and asked, "Does it look good?"

He could no longer contain his anger and shouted angrily, "Is this how you usually act?"

The sound was too loud, and it seemed that even the tiles on the wall were shaking. Anan heard a subtle sound of footsteps outside the door going away.

His outline became clearer and clearer, infinitely close to the scene in her dream. She looked at him almost greedily. The dream shone into reality. What was lost was recovered, and there was great joy after great sorrow. With her thoughts in a mess, she suddenly felt a warmth filling her eyes. Before she could put away the joking look on her face, hot tears rolled down unconsciously.

He looked stern.

Anan wiped away her tears roughly and hastily, not daring to look at him again, and walked out of the room in a very embarrassed manner.

He stood there in a daze, looking at her slightly hurried steps, as if thinking about something.

Since seeing him again, Anan, who used to have trouble sleeping every day, could now sleep well. But for some reason tonight, she couldn't sleep again. She tossed and turned, listening to the chirping of crickets outside the window and the occasional sweet murmurs of Xiaofu.

The wind kept blowing, blowing up the leaves of the trees and disturbing her heart.

The moon kept shining, drying away the coolness of the night and drying up her tears.

Sometimes she felt like a trapped beast, running into walls everywhere and unable to find a way out. Sometimes she felt pitiful. She claimed that she was smart and could figure out everything, but she was always trapped in terrible self-deception and couldn't extricate herself.

Early the next morning, Chunyue came to call her. Without even giving her time to wash up, she took her out and went straight to the gate of the manor.

There was a small horse-drawn carriage parked far away at the gate. The handle of the carriage was the same one that Shuyu was used to using. Anan was about to ask something confused when she saw the curtain opened, revealing half of Shuyu's body, and waving at her.