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

He just scratched Fu Yan's messy pajamas and went out to meet people.

Yunxi was outside and opened the door when she felt Fu Yan's low pressure.

I don't want to disturb my master.

If Qingtao were here, I wouldn’t have to be so embarrassed.

I guess Qingtao can still find a way to get rid of this person.

Fu Yan's body was obviously scratched by someone, and there were some small concentrated wrinkles.

Lan Yue outside saw it all and felt inexplicably sad.

Jiang Wan was just lucky enough to marry Fu Yan.

If Fu Yan hadn’t married.

By then, his wife will be the one chosen by Li. Not to mention Fu Yan, even his wife would not be like Jiang Wan, who would refuse to accept someone even though he was offered to her.

He pretended to understand nothing. I didn't know how his family taught him to have such a spoiled character.

The key point is that Jiang Wan pretended not to understand, but Fu Yan's attitude today seemed even colder than Jiang Wan's.

When Lan Yue and Li returned to the house, they discussed what to do next.

I didn't expect that Li would tell me to stop worrying about it for now.

Lan Yue dared not just ignore everything. After all, it would not be long before Fu Yan would go south. If she had not become his concubine by then, she would have no choice but to return to Jinling and have her family arrange for her to marry someone of equal status.

But a flower of high mountain like Fu Yan will be out of reach for his whole life.

All the people of Lan Yue came to the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion and saw Fu Yan, such a good man with first-class looks and talents. How could they be willing to marry someone else?

Today, he also used Li's identity to express that Li was afraid that Fu Yan would feel cold in the cold night.

That's why they sent me here to deliver the warming soup.

"What's the matter?" Fu Yan's voice was so cold that Lan Yue wondered if he had done something wrong.

She was so frightened by the sound that she was speechless.

After a while, she looked up at Fu Yan, who was still standing there.

It was just that the night was too dark and Lan Yue couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could still copy his current appearance based on his appearance during the day.

"Yes... Madam asked Lan Yue to bring this warming soup to you, saying that it is very cold tonight, so you should be careful not to catch a cold."

Lan Yue stepped forward and wanted to go into the house, "I'll serve it to you, Master."

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan in front of him did not retreat and still stood at the door. Now that Jiang Wan was naked, he naturally would not let an outsider into the house to see Jiang Wan.

Fu Yan glanced at the soup she was carrying and said in a cold and heavy voice, "No need, send it back."

Lan Yue then took a small step back.

"Master... the eldest lady..."

This was done by Lan Yue herself, and she wanted to use it to win Fu Yan's favor.

How could he let me take it back without even looking at it?

Lan Yue finally saw clearly that Fu Yan was not as talented as he was when Jiang Wan was at the table today.

It was simply cold to the bone, and even the look in his eyes seemed as if he was looking at something annoying.

Lan Yue was about to cry. The Fu Yan in the rumors was obviously not like this. She didn't know what was wrong with him and why he looked at her with such displeasure.

He was fine during the day, although still cold, but he wasn't as aggressive as he is now.

Lan Yue raised his head and saw the beauty in the gauze curtain in the warm room through the gap next to Fu Yan.

The beauty's black hair was half loose, and from a distance her features were picturesque.

She was wearing a huge dark gold robe with dark patterns. It obviously couldn't be hers, so it could only be Fu Yan's.

Lan Yue felt a chill in his heart.

It turns out that the relationship between Fu Yan and Jiang Wan is not as rumored.

Just by looking at the scene before him, Lan Yue knew that the couple was doing well.

Lan Yue was unwilling to give in. He thought that he couldn't have come here in vain. After all, there were still some days left.

She still has a chance.

Lan Yue raised his hand, "This is for warming up the body. I saw that Madam Jiang was weak and pale today, so I gave it to her. It will be very good for her health."

Fu Yan seemed to be thinking. After a while, he personally took the soup from Yue's hand and said, "Please thank my mother for me. You can go back. From now on, let the servants do this kind of thing. You are the guest."

Lan Yue watched as the soup in front of him was taken away by Fu Yan himself. It seemed that he was determined not to go in.

What else could Lan Yue say? He smiled bitterly and said, "Anyway, I'm fine. I just came here for a walk. It won't be a problem."

Fu Yan said nothing more, turned around and closed the door.

Jiang Wan watched Fu Yan come in with a bowl, not knowing what it was. She smiled lightly, "Why, is it the tonic sent by my mother-in-law?"

Fu Yan placed the soup on the small table, knowing that Jiang Wan was teasing him about the time when the old lady had asked a doctor for him during the day.

He lifted the lid and it was indeed a good soup. He put the spoon in and brought it to the bedside. "It's a tonic, but it's for you."

Jiang Wan leaned back and looked at the bed curtains, "I don't believe it. Everyone in this mansion only revolves around you. Are you making up for me? Come on."

Fu Yan stirred it and said, "If I say it's for you, then it's for you."

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yan's beautiful hands holding the jade bowl.

His thin lips blew up, wondering when did Fu Yan learn to serve others.

Are you bragging to yourself?

The next second, the spoonful of half-warm soup that Fu Yan had just blown was brought to Jiang Wan's lips.

Jiang Wan lowered his eyes and took a look, "Who knows if you drooled just now? I won't drink it."

"..." Fu Yan's face was even darker than when his good thing was interrupted just now.

Jiang Wan's mouth.

"It's not like you haven't eaten it before." Fu Yan handed the spoon towards her again.

"..."

Jiang Wan didn't expect that he would be treated like this.

The mouth hasn't opened yet.

His lips touched the spoon, and Jiang Wan opened his mouth as if possessed by a ghost.

If Lan Yue knew that the soup he cooked was eventually used by Master Fu to appease Jiang Wan, he would probably regret it to death.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Yan, who was standing beside him, scooped another spoonful.

He looked at Jiang Wan and saw her licking her lips, and he knew that she liked it.

Then he scooped another spoonful and looked at Jiang Wan, "Drink some more?"

When he touched Jiang Wan's hand just now, it was indeed a little cold. Jiang Wan was too weak.

She really should be given some nourishment.

However, Fu Yan remembered what the doctor had said to him before, and he tried his best to prevent anything from outside from flowing into Wutong Courtyard.

As far as he knew, Jiang Wan had been cooking for himself recently and not eating with the old lady and his mother, not to mention that he often followed the chef to cook.

There was no way anyone could have drugged her food.

Fu Yan had no idea what had gone wrong.

But I knew I had to get to the bottom of this quickly.

Otherwise, Jiang Wan would be in greater danger after leaving Beijing.

Who on earth wants to harm Jiang Wan...

The servants in Wutong Courtyard were also replaced.

Fu Yan suddenly thought of the two servants from Ruyi Teahouse that Jiang Wan was going to bring.

It’s just that Jiang Wan rescued that person, so let’s not talk about how grateful they are, but there is absolutely no reason for them to harm Jiang Wan.

Fu Yan was thinking about this in his mind.