222: Chapter 141: Cloud Hairpin 222: Chapter 141: Cloud Hairpin Ran Yan’s hand, warm and slightly sweaty, was completely enveloped by his, causing a tremor at the bottom of her heart; she quickly withdrew her hand and pursed her lips as she looked at Xiao Song’s slender and strong hand.
“Miss Seventeen, this action of yours, is…” Xiao Song’s heart clenched, feeling that he would never be more nervous in his life than at this mont.
Ran Yan reached out again to touch his wrist, then silently withdrew her hand after a mont.
Xiao Song watched quietly, letting her do as she wished.
“One hundred and forty beats per minute.” Ran Yan muttered softly, then touched her own wrist, feeling as though her heartbeat had also sped up for a while.
She concluded, “It seems I don’t dislike it, although I am a bit nervous, but I’m not sure if it’s because it’s my first ti holding a living man’s hand.”
Xiao Song was stunned for a mont.
What kind of explanation was that?
Far from being disappointed with her answer, Xiao Song felt sowhat elated; after all, he hadn’t approached this relationship with an all-or-nothing attitude.
Although he hadn’t anticipated this process, the outco was still within his expectations— not disliking it was a good start.
But…
why did it feel like he was the one who had been teased?
“From now on, don’t randomly test other people’s hands.” Xiao Song pulled out a handkerchief, about to wipe the moisture on the table, when Ge Lan reacted quickly, grabbing the handkerchief and wiping the table clean.
“Rest assured, I am a responsible person.” Ran Yan lowered her gaze and noticed that his handkerchief was not silk but white folded cloth, which was very absorbent.
Xiao Song felt embarrassed, wondering what she really ant by that remark.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was a bit strange, silent for a long ti.
Xiao Song hid all his emotions, changing the subject to the beautiful scenery of Guanshan, removing any awkward feelings between them.
“The snow of Guanshan reaches far and wide, ‘a thousand miles of white’, the sunrise bursts like sprayed golden light, rain is like silk and bamboo, and the early month in the sea of clouds is vast and boundless, all beautiful sights.
“He turned his head, smiling at her, “To not see them once in a lifeti would truly be a pity.”
Ran Yan frowned slightly; she did enjoy scenic views, but things were no longer the sa as before, not to ntion finding the way, she was constrained by family ties and could not go anywhere.
Seeing Ran Yan’s expression, Xiao Song shifted to share so amusing anecdotes from the frontier, which Ran Yan found particularly intriguing.
She loved hearing about supernatural events or things related to ancient mummies and wet corpses.
She always regretted not being able to participate in the autopsy of the Lady Dai from Mawangdui, as her parents probably hadn’t even been in a relationship then.
Although she had examined many ancient corpses later, she had never co across another wet corpse as perfectly preserved and ancient as that of Lady Dai.
The two enjoyed a lively conversation, seemingly having forgotten the previous incident.
Ge Lan felt it strangely wonderful to behold.
After arriving at the Governnt Office, Xiao Song and Liu Pinrang first handled the docunts.
Ran Yan waited in the hall.
It was near dusk when Ran Yan finally had the chance to speak with Liu Pinrang.
She first inquired about the Wei family’s situation in prison, then entrusted the care of two stores to Liu Pinrang, asking him to look after Mrs.
Wei, help deal with the body if she died or ensure the Prison Officer treated her gently if she was exiled.
Before leaving, she briefly ntioned so information about Zhou Sanlang from the Zhou Family Village.
Liu Pinrang was an old fox; it was sufficient to hint at points when speaking with him— speaking too plainly might cause displeasure.
Actually, Ran Yan felt sowhat at a loss having spent so much money on Liu Pinrang for such a small favor, but then she thought of it as creating a pathway for herself.
Just like helping Zhou Sanlang, she saw him as a promising character who might be useful in the future.
When she returned ho, twilight had descended, and carriages were continuously arriving at the entrance, indicating that Ran Wen had invited many guests.
Ran Yan and Xiao Song each returned to their quarters to bathe and change clothes, preparing to attend the banquet.
“Mrs.
Xing, is it possible for not to attend this kind of banquet?” Ran Yan sat in the tub, lifting her injured arm to avoid getting it wet.
Mrs.
Xing, helping her scrub her back, laughed upon hearing this, “Wife, you’re speaking childishly again.
This banquet is primarily to welco you; how could you not go?”
Before Ran Yan could reply, Mrs.
Xing added, “Regardless of what your husband really thinks, officially, that’s the purpose, and you must do your part publicly.
These are just minor matters; when you go to your husband’s family, you’ll have even less room to be capricious.”
“Fine, let’s go then.” Ran Yan was impatient with dealing with those people, not that she couldn’t.
Life is full of disappointnts— enduring this was nothing.
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