Chapter 45: Are You Teasing Me?

 Chapter 45: Are You Teasing Me?

Nanhuan, who was descending the stairs, raised her round eyes and scrutinized him inch by inch.

The servants in the mansion thought that Rongshi's Fifth Master was still irritable today, but Nanhuan felt that there was a hint of relaxation in his eyes.

The man walked ahead, and she followed him, heading towards the dining room together.

Nanhuan asked, "You mentioned before that there was a tricky matter in the company. Is it resolved?"

Rongshi's Fifth Master looked at her in surprise. This little girl was quite sensitive to his mood swings.

"Not completely resolved, but it's progressing," Rongshi's Fifth Master replied, pulling out a chair for her in a gentlemanly manner.

Nanhuan took her seat.

Even when eating youtiao (Chinese fried dough sticks) and ciba (rice cakes), she maintained her elegance. Rongshi's Fifth Master, sitting across from her, ate slowly and observed her intently.

Rongshi's Fifth Master's eyes darkened.

More than a decade ago, the thoughts of those two children had been truly innocent.

Now, they were truly shameless.

Rongshi's Fifth Master had always been able to face his own shortcomings candidly.

Shameless.

Shameless towards Miss.

He raised his head to look at Nanhuan again.

Nanhuan squinted at him. "What are you thinking?"

Rongshi's Fifth Master fixed his gaze on her intrusively. "Twenty messages instead of five."

Pfft.

Nanhuan sprayed a mouthful of soy milk.

"What's wrong?" Rongshi's Fifth Master didn't care about the mess she had made.

A group of maids rushed over to clean the table and the floor.

Twenty messages? She had struggled to come up with just five messages, and now he wanted twenty?

"Either three phone calls and twenty messages, or you stay in the mansion," Rongshi's Fifth Master declared.

"..."

"You can choose."

Facing a difficult decision, Nanhuan thought about going to school. She had to concede.

"Alright, three phone calls and twenty messages. But this is the last time. No more increases in the future," she declared.

Anyway, it was just messages. She could split a single sentence into several messages if needed. Twenty messages weren't a big deal!

Seeing her compromise, Rongshi's Fifth Master happily curled his lips.

Rongshi's Fifth Master escorted Nanhuan to school. It seemed like someone had intervened because overnight, the atmosphere in the school had changed. There were no longer people taking random photos at the school gate, and no one was gossiping excessively.

Once Nanhuan discreetly entered the school, she returned to her dormitory and remembered the message she was supposed to send. She began taking pictures frantically.

She didn't take pictures of the other girls' beds, but she photographed her own bed, wardrobe, bookshelf, and desk and chair thoroughly.

Hmph, this way, she had sent ten messages already.

Five messages left. Not bad.

Rongshi's Fifth Master: Back in the dorm? Taking pictures especially for me?

Rongshi's Fifth Master: Good taste.

Was he referring to her bed linens?

Nanhuan thought for a moment and then typed.

Nanhuan: I forgot to tell you something yesterday. I'll tell you now.

Nanhuan: It's about the headmaster and the woman in the headmaster's office.

Nanhuan: The woman in the headmaster's office, around thirty years old, should be the headmaster's wife. She has some issues and takes a long-term herbal medicine called "Avoiding Pregnancy Soup."

Nanhuan: I suspect it might be intentional.

Nanhuan: I warned her, but they probably don't believe me.

After sending these messages, Nanhuan counted them. She had sent five messages.

Not bad, she hadn't exceeded the limit.

Rongshi's Fifth Master responded quickly.

Rongshi's Fifth Master: Twenty messages, and you're telling me this?

Nanhuan stared at the screen. How had she exceeded the limit? She had carefully crafted each sentence.

Rongshi's Fifth Master: I care about the headmaster's wife? I don't even know her, and we're not close!

Nanhuan: ...

Rongshi's Fifth Master: Yang Bo said the headmaster's wife's name is Song Yan, and she's the elder sister of the Song family's heir.

Nanhuan: ...

Rongshi's Fifth Master: You little thing, did you meet with Song Yan behind my back?

Nanhuan was speechless. He was concerned about this?

However, it suddenly struck her that Song Yan, the woman in the headmaster's office, was actually the elder sister of Song Yu.

Nanhuan recalled that Song Yu had asked for her help with something. She had agreed to help, but after her phone was confiscated by Rongshi's Fifth Master, she had completely forgotten about it.

She felt a bit embarrassed.

Just as she realized this, she saw a tall figure standing under the trees in front of her.

A handsome young man with his hands in his pockets, looking like he was appreciating the scenery, noticed Nanhuan's gaze and turned slightly. Surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Ye Nanhuan!"

Nanhuan raised an eyebrow. "Song Yu?!"

...

On the other end, Rongshi's Fifth Master, who had been in a good mood, suddenly became extremely irritable.

He stared at the screen of his phone.

Fine, audacious and fearless. You even ignore my messages?

Why should I care about the affairs of others? What does it have to do with me?

Doesn't matter whose problems they are?

Or is it related to the matter concerning Song Yu?

A frustrated assistant rushed out and bumped into Yang Bo. He immediately said, "Assistant Yang, Fifth Master is in a bad mood. Here's the report..."

Yang Bo took the report. "Thanks, I'll deliver it."

Yang Bo walked over to Rongshi's Fifth Master's desk and placed the report on it. "Fifth Master, your mood doesn't seem great. This report..."

"Let me see it," Rongshi's Fifth Master grumbled irritably, suddenly in a terrible mood again.

...

In a small café on the back street of the school, Nanhuan ordered two cups of coffee.

Song Yu sat across from her.

Nanhuan took a sip of her coffee and asked, "Why did you come to the school?"

Song Yu lowered his head slightly. He had learned about what happened yesterday from a friend and had come to see his elder sister. Smiling, he said, "I was looking for my elder sister. When I heard you were at school, I thought I'd take the chance to have a chat with you. Nanhuan, have you divorced Bo Shen?"

Nanhuan nodded casually. "Yes, we divorced."

Song Yu smiled sincerely. "Congratulations."

Nanhuan smiled and asked, "Song Yu, is your elder sister Song Yan, the woman in the headmaster's office?"

Song Yu didn't seem surprised by her question. He smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's her. You met her yesterday, right? She mentioned you to me."

Song Yu scratched his

 head and chuckled. "Actually, I wanted your help for someone, and it turns out that you've met her without my intervention."

Nanhuan nodded.

Song Yu asked in a low voice, "How is my sister doing?"

Nanhuan looked at him and asked, "Do you trust me?"

"I do, of course," Song Yu replied sincerely.

Nanhuan smiled and said, "But your brother-in-law doesn't."

"He's one person, and I'm another. Nanhuan, can you please tell me the truth about my sister's condition?" Song Yu's expression was filled with obvious concern.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and said, "You might not know, but my sister has had a very tough time in the past ten years. She spends every day soaking in a pot of herbal medicine, drinking large bowls of it every day. I've seen her vomit multiple times due to it. With no children, she takes all the blame upon herself. The Liang family has been increasingly unhappy with her, and at this rate, her marriage might come to an end."

(End of this chapter)