The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 242 Strike

He quickly climbed onto the steaming kang and nimbly lay down beside the exquisitely carved window frame. He squinted his eyes and greedily observed the vast and mysterious world outside through the narrow gap.

At this time, Zhao was gently holding Qiaojie who was taking a nap, her heavy eyelids slightly drooping. She just smiled gently at the little girl's cleverness and adventurous behavior, and did not interfere too much.

In the courtyard, the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, with only Song Yunfeng and Shen Yan left.

Song Yunfeng bent down slowly. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, with an indescribable elegance, as if he was performing some kind of ritual.

He imitated Shen Yan's previous actions and began to carefully pick and sort the various dried medicinal herbs scattered on the ground. Every blade of grass and every branch were treated meticulously under his fingertips, as if they were the most precious treasure.

Shen Yan's eyes inadvertently slid across Song Yunfeng's focused figure, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion surged in her heart.

His heart is like an ancient bottomless pond, calm on the surface, but actually surging with undercurrents, his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness are unpredictable, making it difficult to guess. Is this the inner world of the so-called great people, always so deep and unpredictable?

Song Yunfeng pursed his lips, and his voice was soft but clear enough to penetrate Shen Yan's thoughts: "Tomorrow, I will go into the city with you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan couldn't help but turn her head slightly and looked at Song Yunfeng in confusion.

I saw that he was still concentrating on sorting the herbs, his eyes never leaving the work in his hands. Only the slight movement of his throat moving up and down due to the swallowing was particularly eye-catching.

"I have your knife ready."

He then added, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.

Shen Yan suddenly realized that everything seemed to be within his expectations, and she couldn't help but secretly admire his thoughtfulness and attentiveness.

"Oh, that... I saw Brother Lan seemed to have given you something?"

Shen Yan asked casually, confusion written all over her face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yan seemed to remember something, a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and then he took out the exquisite jewelry from his arms.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

In the sunlight, the golden hairpin in Shen Yan's hand and the hairpin inlaid with pearls and jade complement each other, shining with a dazzling light that is almost breathtaking.

“Although your uncle’s family is not a kind group, this cousin is an exception.

In fact, I have no intention of taking back things that have been used by others, let alone wearing them again."

Shen Yan said lightly, put the jewelry aside, and once again concentrated on her world of medicinal herbs.

Song Yunfeng's eyes became unusually gentle at this moment, gently brushing across her undecorated black hair. The herbs in his hand seemed to be the carrier of his thoughts, gently rotating, with deep thoughts hidden in his eyes.

"Eh?" Shen Yan seemed to understand something suddenly. She put down the herbs in her hand and shot two sharp eyes directly at Song Yunfeng: "You said before that it is not appropriate for men and women to give gifts privately. Is this what you meant?"

That’s right, that’s what I mean!

The corners of Song Yunfeng's mouth rose slightly, but his eyes revealed an indescribable emotion. He stared at her cheeks that were puffed up with anger, his heart full of contradictions, wanting to explain but feeling that everything was self-evident.

After all, everything she said was true and could not be refuted.

"Humph! Don't worry, even at the last moment, before we officially separate, I will never let you feel ashamed because of me. This is my only remaining self-esteem!"

Shen Yan's stubborn words hide deep pride and persistence, a tenacious attitude that will not easily succumb to fate even when facing desperation, not to mention relying on the arms of others, even his brother.

Was he doubting the brotherhood or questioning his own confidence and judgment deep in his heart? This feeling was like being gnawed by millions of ants, painful and annoying, so hateful and unbearable!

The indignation in Shen Yan's heart was boiling like boiling water. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his chest was blocked. Finally, he could not hold it back any longer and stood up suddenly. The anger turned into a force and he kicked the basket beside him far away. With a clang, the contents of the basket scattered all over the ground.

"Song Yunfeng, how can you insult me ​​in this way!"

Her words were filled with uncontrollable anger and disappointment, and every word was like a sharp arrow, shooting into the other person's heart.

After saying that, without waiting for any response, she turned around and rushed back to the room like a gust of wind, leaving behind only a resolute back.

Song Yunfeng stared blankly at the mess on the ground. His hands and feet seemed to have lost control. Besides panic, his eyes were filled with confusion and self-blame.

He, he actually didn't want to hurt her, nor did he distrust her, it was just... the door slammed shut with a creak, as if closing all his possibilities for excuses. He was struck by lightning, and stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Yes, he admitted that there was an imperceptible haze in his heart. Those sharp words were like invisible knives that not only hurt Shen Yan, but also cut his own heart.

The sudden blush on his cousin's face touched upon his deep inner inferiority and suspicion, causing him to struggle between self-blame and shame.

Everything shouldn't be like this. When did he become so unrecognizable that he made those close to him so sad?

Seeing this, Yi Ge'er, who was peeping secretly at the window, slid down from the kang anxiously.

He didn't understand. How could a few words make the usually gentle sister-in-law run back to her room in anger? How could the usually smart brother become so dull and helpless at this moment?

"Brother, why don't you go and comfort her? Women, when they are angry, just comfort them!"

He was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, repeating what Shuanzi had told him, "Shuanzi said that if his sister gets angry, his brother-in-law just needs to go in and comfort her, and she'll be fine soon."

Seeing his elder brother's confused look, Yi Ge'er became more and more anxious, "Brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Yunfeng glared at him, then finally took a step forward and walked towards the closed door.

However, the door was locked tightly from the inside, as if isolating all his efforts and intentions, and he was unable to take a step forward.

Yes, in her opinion, their relationship did not seem to have reached the tacit understanding and tacit understanding of a real couple.

This sudden feeling of failure was an unprecedented blow to Song Yunfeng, who had always been extremely intelligent and able to remain calm even when faced with a huge crisis.

Faced with the emotional world of the opposite sex, he seemed so clumsy and helpless, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, he sensitively realized that her heart was no longer calm and she was really angry.

At the same time, inside the Song family compound, a sudden storm seemed to foreshadow an impending conflict.