My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

Jiang Wan lowered her head to look at her feet. Fu Yan was standing in front of her, only one step away from her.

The pavilion is a little far away from the palace banquet, and the sounds from that side can no longer be heard. One can only hear the chirping of insects in the bushes, the rustling of wind through branches and leaves, and the gurgling of water in the rockery.

The familiar long-lost voice asked her carefully with doubt: "Why do you do that?"

Jiang Wan naturally knew what Fu Yan was asking.

Jiang Wan didn't think so much at the beginning, nor did she expect that her father would be able to come back within a year, and she didn't expect that Fu Yan would finish his work in Jiangnan ahead of schedule and come back.

He recognized her so quickly.

"How did you recognize me?" Jiang Wan took a look at himself. Even his biological father might not be able to recognize him in such a dark and far distance.

But Fu Yan seemed to have been staring at her since early morning. Did he recognize her at that time?

"You don't like eating turtle meat." Fu Yan said.

Jiang Wan glared at him. "Yeah, I don't like eating turtle meat. Wasn't I eating it just now? How did you know that?"

Jiang Wan scratched his neck in annoyance, then lowered his thumb to hold the base of his thumb.

"I noticed you from the beginning. You had never touched the turtle meat before, but you started eating it like crazy after you made eye contact with me. I was just suspicious before, but I recognized it later."

Jiang Wan became even more annoyed. He didn't expect that his cleverness would backfire.

He scratched his head anxiously and gritted his teeth, "Can't you just pretend you didn't recognize me? What are you trying to do by calling me out?"

The hand that was scratching my neck was suddenly covered with coldness.

Fu Yan held her hand and moved it away, and used his other hand to lift Jiang Wan's chin.

Jiang Wan saw that his brows were furrowed, his eyes were unrestrained, and his voice was slightly anxious: "Your neck is red. Even if you don't want me to see it, you don't have to force yourself to eat something you can't eat."

Fu Yan took Jiang Wan's hand and walked out.

Jiang Wan bent over and didn't move. "Where are you taking me?"

"See a doctor." He spoke softly, his voice a little cold. "If you don't see a doctor, your face will be covered with rashes soon. How do you want to see people? To attract other people's attention? To let everyone know that you are not dead, and that you just staged it yourself?"

His voice floated into Jiang Wan's ears through the darkness. A slight cool breeze blew, and Jiang Wan felt not only his skin itchy, but also his heart itchy.

She rubbed her neck in annoyance, "You want to take me out of the palace?"

"Otherwise, if you want to go to the Imperial Hospital and let His Majesty know about this, I will have nothing to say."

"You..." Jiang Wan gritted his teeth, "That's why I sentenced you to prison without a wife..."

Damn it, he either doesn't speak at all, or when he does, he's mean and vicious.

"What?" Fu Yan didn't understand what Jiang Wan said at all. He pinched Jiang Wan's wrist and felt it was terribly hot.

His eyes were filled with even more anxiety. He lifted Jiang Wan's chin and looked at her neck. The large red patch had gradually merged into one due to scratching. It was slightly white in the middle and the edges were unclear.

Seeing Jiang Wan was about to scratch behind her ear again, he grabbed her hand and said, "Don't scratch it anymore. It will break the skin and bleed, which will be bad."

As he spoke, he pulled Jiang Wan out.

Jiang Wan shrank back, "I can't go out like this, what if someone sees you and I together..."

Before Jiang Wan finished expressing her worries, Fu Yan had already taken off his coat and put it on her head, "Are you relieved now?"

His tone was anxious, even more anxious than Jiang Wan himself.

Jiang Wan knew that she was allergic, but she also knew that her life was not in danger. She was also allergic to shrimps, and sometimes she couldn't help eating them, but she just had to control the amount she ate. If she really couldn't help it, she would just take a dose of medicine.

Seeing that she didn't move, Fu Yan approached her and picked her up, muttering something.

When Sui Lin came out to look for Fu Yan, he saw him holding a girl whose identity he didn't know. He couldn't even see her face.

It was clear that the master was worried about Jiang Wan's affairs every day before, but today he suddenly saw him hugging another woman and he was unable to react for a while.

Fu Yan said coldly, "I'll tell His Majesty that I'm not feeling well and leave first."

Sui Lin nodded in a daze, and then heard the person in his arms say, "Please tell Mr. Lan Dong for me that I am not feeling well and I am leaving first."

Sui Lin nodded in a daze again.

Wait, this sounds a bit like...

Sui Lin turned his head and looked around, hearing the dark and creepy chirping of insects. He shuddered, thinking it was impossible that Jiang Wan was already dead.

Jiang Wan was still held by Fu Yan even after leaving the palace. She pulled down the clothes on her head, and the tip of her nose was still filled with the faint sandalwood scent of Fu Yan. "Have you been obsessed with gods and Buddhas recently?"

Fu Yan looked down at her, and Jiang Wan muttered, "People are starting to wear Buddhist beads and burn sandalwood."

Fu Yan's eyes flickered, and he pursed his lips tightly, not responding to Jiang Wan's words.

Jiang Wan sneered, "Why don't you tell me? I know you must be praying to Buddha for me. You didn't believe in Buddhism before."

"I believe it now."

"Superstitious fellow."

Fu Yan's voice was dry, "So you knew everything."

Jiang Wan is not a fool. If she can feel Fu Yunze's feelings for her, how can she not feel Fu Yan's feelings for her?

"So what if I know? I just want to give you the cold shoulder." Jiang Wan said in a low voice.

Fu Yan smiled.

"It's okay. I'm willing even if you give me the cold shoulder."

"What do you want?"

Jiang Wan asked him.

But he didn't reply.

"Fu Yan, if you don't reply to me, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Who do you want to talk to? Mr. Lan Dong, who is sitting next to you and pouring you tea?"

Jiang Wan burst out laughing, "You sound like you've just been jealous."

"Is there?" Fu Yan looked up at the road ahead, without looking at Jiang Wan.

After knowing that she was Jiang Wan, he thought of the figure he saw in the afternoon and concluded that it was Jiang Wan.

"You hugged him?" Fu Yan didn't expect that the question in his heart would be spoken out like this.

Jiang Wan nodded.

"Yeah, I hugged her, what's wrong?"

His tone was nonchalant, quite like that of a playboy who had cheated on his wife outside and came home feeling justified.

Fu Yan knew that he had lost his power now, and it would be bad if he made others angry.

A real man can accomplish great things only if he can bend and stretch.

His voice was clean and clear, sultry yet heart-pounding, "It's okay, I'll hug you too."

"Isn't it?" The last line of his voice rose, and he shook Jiang Wan after he finished speaking.

Jiang Wan hugged his neck tightly.

"You really are becoming more and more shameless."

Fu Yan walked out calmly. What's the use of having face?

Only a shameless person can marry a wife.

Fu Yan carried Jiang Wan all the way out of the palace and put her in the carriage.

Jiang Wan sat in the carriage and felt comfortable, but the itchiness on her body still couldn't be stopped and she couldn't help scratching it.

I just had my nails done, and even though the front part has been trimmed and rounded, I still scratched the skin a little.