“…What should I do then?”

Xie Yun straightforwardly said, “If you don’t leave the house, what chance does he have?”

In fact, Sang Yao didn’t need to worry about this at all. Since he had saved her that night, he was warning Rong Yan that Sang Yao was with him.

If Rong Yan had any sense, he wouldn’t oppose him at this critical moment.

But this statement was too suggestive, easily misunderstood, and he couldn’t say it directly to Sang Yao.

Meanwhile, Sang Yao was thinking, she couldn’t stay at home forever.

She said, “…But this isn’t a solution either. Is there a way to solve this once and for all?” Xie Yun nodded and said, “There is.”

Sang Yao eagerly asked, “What is it?”

Xie Yun remained unchanged and said, “Make him disappear.”

…Her little face wrinkled, and she said, “Xie Yun, I’m being serious with you.”

Here she goes again, with that drawn-out and tactful tone, every time she asks for help.

Although it sounded strange, it was kind of nice.

After a moment of silence, Xie Yun asked, “Is this how you ask for help?” Sang Yao was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Familiarity breeds fondness. Like last night, she began her flattery strategy, “Xie Yun, you’re really kind. You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met in the capital. I feel so sorry for myself. Please, help me.”

Xie Yun just made a sound, without saying anything.

Sang Yao assumed she needed to try harder, so she continued, “Do you know why I came to you? Because I think you’re definitely smarter than my father.”

Xie Yun agreed, “Obviously.”

Seeing that he still hadn’t said whether he would help or not, Sang Yao stood in front of him and continued to praise him endlessly, her voice hoarse after almost a quarter of an hour.

Sang Yao’s throat was dry, and Xie Yun finally said reluctantly, “Alright, that’s enough.”

Sang Yao swallowed and looked at him expectantly.

Xie Yun said, “Just don’t leave the house.”

Sang Yao: “…”

“I know that. I mean, if I go out and Rong Yan tries the same trick again, won’t I be doomed?”

Xie Yun generously assured her, “If you go out, you won’t be doomed.”

At this point, it was already quite difficult for Xie Yun. He added, “Rest assured.”

Sang Yao couldn’t rest assured. His words sounded a bit pale to her. She said, “So I don’t have to do anything?”

Xie Yun made a sound of agreement.

It felt strange.

If it were someone else, she would firmly believe that the other party was playing with her, but it was different with Xie Yun.

She inexplicably trusted Xie Yun a little, although he didn’t say anything reasonable, she still believed him somewhat.

“Are you serious?”

Xie Yun made another sound of agreement.

“Why?”

“No reason.”

He didn’t explain, and Sang Yao felt like she was stepping on air, as if she could fall at any moment.

She stood up straight, feeling that something was wrong.

She was struggling in a state of being played and not being played again and again.

But the words had reached

Sang Yao was still hesitant.

“Um… Thank you, I’ll go back first.”

She felt that maybe she should think of some other way. She would think about it carefully when she got back.

As she spoke, Sang Yao turned around and took a step to leave.

Is she going back just like that?

Xie Yun reached out and held her shoulder. He easily turned her around to face him.

Because Sang Yao had something on her mind, she was a little absent-minded. She said, “…Do you have something else to do?”

Xie Yun’s tone became displeased. From the sound of her voice, he was getting a little impatient, feeling like she was just using him and planning to leave him high and dry.

Xie Yun asked, “Are you not satisfied?”

Sang Yao shook her head, “No.” She was just asking for help, there was nothing to be satisfied or dissatisfied about.

She was just a little worried.

She had wanted to ask Xie Yun if he had kissed her, but with this current situation, she didn’t feel like asking anymore.

Xie Yun stared at her and said, “If you don’t believe me, who do you believe, Yang Wenchuan?”

Sang Yao didn’t understand why he suddenly mentioned Yang Wenchuan.

She shook her head, “I don’t not believe you.”

She just had a slight doubt. Although Xie Yun was reliable, he had been ambiguous, and she didn’t know if he was joking with her.

She didn’t blame him, but this matter involved her life, so she had to be serious.

“And why are you bringing up Brother Yang again?”

Xie Yun didn’t bother explaining. Instead, he said, “Isn’t it that you talk to him every day?”

“Today, and yesterday.”

“…I don’t talk to him every day.” Sang Yao added “You keep talking about him. I’m getting annoyed.”

Most of the time, she only spoke to Yang Wenchuan when they happened to meet, and they were usually within the sight of others, nothing more.

This wasn’t the first time Xie Yun had mentioned Yang Wenchuan, and Sang Yao was getting tired of it.

Xie Yun lowered his gaze coldly, “What did you say?”

Sang Yao was tired. She had said that she was getting annoyed, not that he was getting annoyed.

Feeling uneasy, she couldn’t force a smile. She didn’t want to bring her negative feelings to Xie Yun, so she said, “If you’re not busy, I’ll leave now. Thank you for helping me.”

She bowed politely to Xie Yun and then turned and left.

Xie Yun: “…”

It wasn’t until Xie Yun returned to his mansion that his expression hadn’t softened.

She was indeed bold, as this was the first time in his life that someone had told him they were annoyed.

Xie Yun getting back all the way to the study room. But as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw another person in the room.

Xie Huanzhi was sitting on a lacquered wooden chair, slowly lifting his eyes to Xie Yun and asking, “Where did you go just now? Why did you only come back now?”

Xie Yun said, “It has nothing to do with you, I presume.”

Xie Huanzhi slapped

Xie Huanzhi slammed the table and said, “Who allowed you to speak to me like this?”

Xie Yun, expressionless, walked past him and sat at the desk, clearly indicating that he had no intention of paying him any attention.

Xie Huanzhi’s expression softened a bit and said, “Do you know how old you are this year?”

In fact, Xie Yun wasn’t considered old. Although it was rare for someone his age to not have a wife or concubine, it did happen, as was the case with Yang Wenchuan.

What really worried Xie Huanzhi was that Xie Yun seemed to have no desire to marry at all.

He seemed to have planned to live like this for the next few decades.

Xie Yun still ignored him.

Xie Huanzhi tried to reason with him emotionally, “Your mother and I have been worried about your marriage for the past two years. We’re not conservative people. If you like someone, just say it.”

Xie Yun flipped over the page of the newspaper.

Xie Huanzhi continued, “…Do you know that your sister-in-law is pregnant again?”

Xie Yun finally said, “Please convey my congratulations.”

Xie Huanzhi ignored him and sighed, then said, “Your mother’s health has never been good. You shouldn’t always anger her.” “Although it was inappropriate for us to arrange for you to meet with the daughter of the Li family without your consent, you should also understand us.” Xie Yun asked, “Are you done?”

“Father, are you free today?”

With this attitude of not listening to advice, Xie Huanzhi pursed his lips and felt that his son was beyond hope.

Just then, Shen Miaoyi’s voice came from outside, sounding particularly fragile in the summer night.

She lightly coughed and said, “Huanzhi, why haven’t you come back yet?”

“If Yun is unwilling, then forget it. Perhaps we are destined to have no descendants in this life, and we can’t force it.”

Xie Yun remained unmoved.

Shen Miaoyi’s voice sounded particularly lonely outside, “It’s okay, we’ll visit more after Xiaoyu gives birth.”

Xie Huanzhi sighed and stood up. He walked to the door and silently walked out.

The room returned to silence.

Jinglian didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

In fact, this kind of thing was very common.

Every month, Elder Xie and his wife would find various ways to remind him. Most of his masters were used to ignoring them, and by now, they were used to these words.

He stole a glance at Xie Yun, who sat quietly with a look of exhaustion in his eyes.

He silently thought. It was always like this, and it was somewhat tiring.

After a while, the brush was placed aside, and Xie Yun raised his hand to massage his forehead.

Jinglian timely handed over the tea. The room was quiet, and after hesitating for a moment, Jinglian tried to speak up when Xie Yun took the teacup, “Master, I have something to say, I don’t know if I should say it.”

Xie Yun said, “Shut up, thank you.”

Jinglian: “…”

Standing behind Xie Yun, after hesitating for a while, he still dared to say, “Miss Sang…”

He deliberately paused, seeing that Xie Yun did not stop him, he continued with his own intentions, “I think if you were to marry… perhaps Miss Sang could be considered.”

Jinglian knew Xie Yun far better than others. He could guess why Xie Yun had always been unwilling to marry.

Aside from Xie Yun’s cold nature, his love for solitude, and his lack of interest in women, the main reasons were that he didn’t want to link marriage with benefits, and he didn’t like the intrigues and calculations in the inner chambers.

Even though Sang Yao looked like a fool in the palace struggles, if she had any schemes, she would probably be easily detected by his master, not to mention trying to scheme against him.

He paused and said softly, “Most importantly, you would also have peace of mind.”

Jinglian didn’t have much hope when he said these words, but after he stopped speaking, Xie Yun remained silent for a long time without responding.

The room was extremely quiet.

He didn’t even scold him.

Hmm?

Something’s wrong.

After a while, Xie Yun leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, and he said thoughtfully, “You have a point.”