After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

As the sky grew darker, Lin Yanyu's heart sank even more.

Compared to her rejection yesterday, she now urgently wants to see He Zhiyuan.

The aunt and nephew from Songyun Court must have heard what was said today. For them, it was just a matter of going with the flow, so she was not worried.

She was afraid that He Zhiyuan would not come to see her, so he would keep her locked up regardless of anything until he achieved his goal.

At dusk, Lin Yanyu sat in the darkness, her dark eyes fixed on the direction of the door.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. She was startled and stared at the door.

Two little maids holding lanterns pushed the door open and walked in.

As the lantern moved, the candles in the house lit up.

The maids came over, bowed to her, and left.

The lights in the house were bright as day, but on the contrary, the light in Lin Yanyu's eyes dimmed.

Her straight waist drooped as she watched the backs of the two maids slowly disappear at the door.

Suddenly, she perked up again.

The door was not locked. Does this mean...

Just as he was thinking this, He Zhiyuan, dressed in a green robe, walked into the room from outside.

"Sister Yanyu, I heard that you met my mother and cousin Cao today?"

Lin Yanyu curled her fingers, feeling happy in her heart, and smiled slightly, "Yes, I haven't seen my aunt for a long time. Cousin Cao is straightforward, so I talked to her for a while."

As the person got closer, she could see more clearly.

There was still a faint red mark on his left cheek, which was scratched by her nails last night. His eyebrows were gentle and bright, and the corners of his mouth were curled with a smile. This look...

It gradually became consistent with the way he asked her to wait for him to return from the provincial examination.

And she just discovered that he no longer addressed her as "Qingqing", which made her hair stand on end.

But it’s——Sister Yanyu.

He Zhiyuan stood in front of her, lowered his head and looked into her dark and bright eyes. He reached out and gently touched her hair, and smiled gently, "It's my fault. I didn't consider that you would be bored alone. If you want to, just hang out with them more often in the future."

Lin Yanyu subconsciously wanted to avoid his touch, but she forced herself to hold it back, with her back stiffened and her head lowered and brows furrowed.

"Aunt is my elder. I haven't visited her for two days. It's really rude of me."

The hand on her head paused for a moment, and then she heard He Zhiyuan say, "What a coincidence, I just came out of my mother's yard, and she also said that as an elder, she was afraid of neglecting you, so she wanted to prepare a feast herself and invite you to come over tomorrow."

She had He Zhiyuan's hand on her head and couldn't look up to see his expression, but she could hear from his tone that he didn't sound unhappy.

Lin Yanyu heaved a sigh of relief, suppressed the joy in her heart, and said as calmly as possible: "It is a gift from the elders, and I cannot refuse it. I will trouble you tomorrow, aunt."

After saying that, she stood up, took a step back, and shook the hand out of her hair without leaving a trace.

"I remember that at this time yesterday, you were still handling official business. I had a nightmare last night and I have a severe headache today, so I just want to go to bed early."

The intention to expel the guest couldn't be more obvious.

He Zhiyuan's hand remained in place. For a few breaths, he did not say anything and just stared at his cupped hand.

The candle on the candlestick behind him crackled, and as the light and shadow swayed, Lin Yanyu seemed to see a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

She took a half step back in fear. When the candlelight stabilized, she looked at his face again, and it was as gentle as before.

He Zhiyuan twirled his fingers, lifted the corner of his robe, sat down on the sandalwood carved chair where Lin Yanyu was sitting, and looked up at the girl in green two steps away.

"I do have some unfinished business, but I'm a little thirsty now."

He Zhiyuan tapped his fingers lightly on the dark ebony tabletop, raised his eyes and said, "My mother and cousin Cao both asked you for a cup of tea, so it's not too much for me to ask for a cup of tea from sister Yanyu, right?"

His eyes were originally slightly droopy, and when Lin Yanyu looked at him from this angle, he looked even gentler and more harmless.

For some reason, Mother Wu did not come to serve dinner, and she was not outside the door at this time, and there was no maid at the door to serve.

Having achieved her goal, Lin Yanyu just wanted to get rid of He Zhiyuan as soon as possible.

She had not forgotten what happened last night. If she hadn't stopped him with that slap, who knows what would have happened.

Lin Yanyu was anxious in her heart, and she couldn't help showing some anxiety on her face.

She did not make tea again, but quickly went to the small table on the chaise longue and poured a cup of the leftover warm tea. She moved so hastily that a few drops of tea spilled out.

She held the tea bowl and walked slowly towards He Zhiyuan with her back stiff, twice as slow as when pouring tea.

She stared at the tea bowl in her hand and didn't look at the young man sitting there.

He didn't notice that the corners of He Zhiyuan's lips, which had been raised, drooped.

He looked at her expression of avoiding him like a snake and scorpion, and pursed his lips.

Lin Yanyu stopped two steps away from him and pushed the tea bowl in her hand forward, "You..."

With a loud "splash", all the tea spilled onto the ground.

"Let me go! Let me go! He Zhiyuan!"

Lin Yanyu sat on the young man's lap, held tightly in his arms.

She was like a turtle with its shell turned upside down, struggling with her hands and feet in vain.

He Zhiyuan buried his head in her cloud-like hair, took a deep breath, and hugged her tighter, allowing her to twist and struggle, until he heard her crying.

Then he said slowly: "Don't talk, don't move, just let me hold you for a while. Otherwise I won't leave tonight."

In an instant, Lin Yanyu stopped crying and stopped moving. She was like a stone sculpture, so stiff that it was about to break on the spot.

Lin Yanyu didn't know how much time had passed. Her back and waist began to ache, and her calves couldn't help but tremble. Only then did He Zhiyuan let her go.

He Zhiyuan looked at the girl who jumped up and quickly ran to the farthest place. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage rising in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were calm again. He stood up silently, without saying another word, and walked towards the door.

Lin Yanyu was horrified and had been paying attention to his movements. When she saw his figure disappear at the door, she rushed forward in an attempt to keep the danger out.

But the person who had left suddenly turned back and stood in front of her, staring at her without blinking.

There were still tears in Lin Yanyu's eyes. She was like a poor frog being stared at by a snake. She froze in place, not daring to move.

He Zhiyuan tilted his head slightly, his face full of confusion.

"I really don't understand you. What do you want? Can you tell me what Li Yanqi has given you that I can't give you?"

Lin Yanyu looked at his furrowed brows, as if he had really encountered a difficult problem.

The fear in her heart slowly dissipated, and her black and white eyes slowly and firmly looked at him.

"Yes, solid."

"Under Li Yanqi's rude and impolite appearance, he has a heart of glass that cannot be compared to any other man in the world."

Li Yanqi picked up Ma Xigui and Chen Ermu and provided for Li Zhaofeng in his old age.

Patrol camps were formed to take in thousands of refugees forced by the world's circumstances.

Knowing that the world is unfair, one will never use precious love to achieve dirty purposes.

He Zhiyuan looked at her gentle eyes and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

He was so angry that he was shaking. He pointed at Lin Yanyu and said hatefully, "Okay, I'll wait. If he dares to come to Qingzhou, I promise to crush this glass heart with my own hands."