Xie Yun just made a sound of acknowledgment.

It was indeed worth thanking him.

In her heart, she thought about how to answer when Xie Yun asked her what was going on. However, after waiting for a long time, Xie Yun didn’t ask her anything.

There was silence in the carriage, occasionally interrupted by a breeze entering through the curtains, adding a hint of awkwardness.

To ease the awkwardness, Sang Yao cleared her throat and said hoarsely, “You helped me today, I will remember that.”

Xie Yun ignored her.

Sang Yao continued, “If you need anything, you can come to me. Although I may not be able to help you much, but I—”

Xie Yun suddenly smelled that scent again, like freshly bloomed jasmine, not strong, but always beside him, beyond his control.

He felt impatient and politely interrupted, “Is it so hard to keep quiet?”

Sang Yao shut her mouth completely.

She thought to herself, “I will never speak to Xie Yun again in this lifetime!”

After a while, Xie Yun, feeling irritated, spoke up, “What perfume are you wearing, Jasmine?”

Hmph, just say it. A man who speaks with a forked tongue.

He interrupted her before she could speak, now suddenly concerned about the perfume she was using.

But his way of talking was really stiff.

Sang Yao truthfully replied, “I’m not using perfume.”

Xie Yun didn’t believe her.

This woman seemed to be more cunning than he had imagined.

He didn’t pursue the question further and the carriage continued in silence.

After a while, the carriage smoothly entered Xiulin Street, and the Sang family’s residence was on this street.

Soon, the carriage came to a stop.

Jing Lian sighed silently in his heart, wishing he could leave them alone in the carriage for three days and three nights. Happy times always seemed so short.

Jing Lian jumped off the carriage first, extending her hand to help Sang Yao. She respectfully said, “Miss Sang, we’ve arrived.”

At this moment, there were only Sang Yao and Xie Yun left in the carriage.

Sang Yao stood up, sneakily glanced at Xie Yun.

The man leaned against the carriage, his posture casual, his eyes closed in rest.

Sang Yao took a step forward, then hesitated and turned back, staring at Xie Yun for a long time.

Xie Yun seemed to sense her gaze and opened his eyes, saying, “Is there something else?”

Sang Yao had gradually become accustomed to his indifferent attitude and didn’t feel angry anymore.

Anyway, it was all an act.

She had actually been thinking about this question just now.

Compared to before, Xie Yun had improved a lot. He had the same authority as Lu Ting, and his feelings for her were so strong that he could easily disregard her wishes and take her by force.

Anyway, she was just a powerless little girl, unable to resist anything. Her father might even think it was a good match.

If he wanted her body, he could just move his finger. She was weak, and with his strong build, a little pressure from him and she wouldn’t be able to move. Why bother going crazy like that in the manual?

But he didn’t do that, which meant, at the very least, Xie Yun respected her.

Because of this respect, his love, which had never been declared, suddenly became precious.

Sang Yao cleared her throat, implying something, “Xie Yun, I really appreciate you today. You’re really a good person.”

Few people addressed him by his name directly.

Xie Yun was silent for a moment, then simply said, “That’s obvious.”

See, it’s that attitude of keeping people at a distance again.

Sang Yao said seriously, “I know what you’re thinking. In the future, you don’t have to suppress yourself. If you talk to me, I won’t ignore you.”

Xie Yun: “?”

Having said this, Sang Yao felt that her attitude was already very clear. But just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something.

She turned back to Xie Yun’s cold face and said, “Oh, by the way, I don’t like your icy look.”

She gestured with her finger, “You can be a little gentler with me.”

“Do you mind?”

This sounded a bit strange, as if she liked Xie Yun as well.

She quickly added, “I don’t mean anything else, I don’t like you, don’t misunderstand.”

With that, she got off the carriage.

Jing Lian smiled and said, “Take care, miss.”

After briefly watching Sang Yao’s figure, Jing Lian got back on the carriage, happily arranging the curtain for Xie Yun.

The master still looked indifferent and unhappy.

It’s okay, he was already used to it.

But today, there was a hint of strangeness in his expression.

As the carriage moved, Jing Lian hesitated for a while, unable to contain her curiosity, and asked, “Sir, I’m curious about something.”

Xie Yun: “Go on.”

“How come you saved Miss Sang today?”

Xie Yun casually replied, “To suppress Lu Ting’s arrogance, to see if a desperate dog can really jump over the wall.”

Jing Lian: “…”

So in your eyes, only the Fifth Prince is that desperate dog?

He nodded, agreeing, “So it was a psychological tactic, I was too dull.”

They fell silent for a while.

Then Xie Yun suddenly spoke again, “But that’s not all.”

Jing Lian perked up her ears.

“Since you have a fondness for Miss Sang, and we have been master and servant for many years, this is just a small favor. You don’t need to thank me.”

Jing Lian: “…………”

He emphasized firmly, “Sir, you misunderstood, I don’t like Miss Sang.”

Xie Yun seemed unconcerned.

As if remembering something, a strange look appeared on his cold face, a mix of faint disbelief. He said in a deep voice, “It’s good that it’s over. She tried to seduce me several times, hinting heavily, but we are not a suitable match.”