Chapter 3: The Concubine Wen Xi

“What does… Mama’s boy mean?” Wen Zhaoyin looked puzzled, judging from Meng Huan’s expression, it was not a good word.

However, he glared, slapped the table, making the bowls and chopsticks clatter, “Bring two more big bowls!”

It seemed that he had no intention of explaining.

Wen Zhaoyin called the maid Pei Lan to bring more bowls of porridge. Pei Lan smiled knowingly and went out. Now there were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere was unclear.

“What are you looking at me for?” Meng Huan knew what he looked like now. He hadn’t bathed for at least a week, had been wearing the same clothes without changing, and his hair was even more greasy and tangled.

If he had short modern hair, he would wash it together with his face in the basin, but now he had waist-length long hair. Let alone washing it, he found it cumbersome even when it was on his head.

When he got the chance to touch scissors one day, he would definitely cut off all the thick and dense hair on his head!

Wen Zhaoyin read the shy embarrassment on his face that he was trying to act calm, which was very novel to her.

In the several encounters during this half month, it was the first time she saw Meng Huan showing the expression of a young boy. That’s how a man should be.

“I don’t know why you pretended to be a woman before, like a wild girl. Actually, it’s just right the way you are now.”

She felt that Meng Huan was like a prickly pufferfish before. His rough personality was probably related to the environment he lived in before.

It was said that there were many ruffians in the marketplace. Perhaps being tough was a way for men to protect themselves. After removing the crispy exterior, the inside should also be gentle and delicate.

Due to some misunderstandings, Meng Huan didn’t react to what pretending to be a woman meant at all. “What’s right or not right, I think you are more like a woman!”

No, Wen Zhaoyin herself was a woman!

He realized after saying that this was already a female-dominant world. Although the appearance of women here had not changed, their behavior was quite manly. On the contrary, the men, one weaker than the other, usually didn’t dare to speak loudly.

And his own body, he didn’t know what the situation was. Not only was his strength small, but his physique was also very thin. He hated that he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Pei Lan, who went to get the porridge, came back, followed by several young servants. Some were holding clothes, some were holding soap, and some were even carrying incense burners.

Meng Huan directly ignored those things, stood up and walked towards the one holding the tray. When he looked, he was dumbfounded. Where was the porridge? It was a bowl of pitch-black medicinal soup!

“Where’s my porridge?” He turned his gaze to Wen Zhaoyin. What’s the situation? Your maid didn’t give me porridge.

Wen Zhaoyin didn’t speak. Pei Lan, who was standing on the side, said with a smile, “The porridge is already on the stove. It will be ready in an hour and a half.”

She didn’t say there was none, just said it was being made. Inside and out, she was telling him that there was nothing to eat now.

Meng Huan slumped back into the chair, looking dejected. “If you’re not giving it to me, just say it straight. Don’t beat around the bush.”

He also knew that the roundabout delay was for his own good, but he was really hungry now and wanted to eat something more to fill his stomach.

“Young husband, this is medicine prescribed by the doctor to regulate the stomach and intestines. Please drink this first.”

The medicine looked unpleasant to drink. Meng Huan was rejecting it both physically and mentally, but the people around him all had such determined eyes that he was afraid he would be force-fed if he refused.

He had made up his mind to sleep with Wen Zhaoyin. The current focus was on getting closer to each other. It was not appropriate to make a fuss. It was just a bowl of Chinese medicine. A real man fears nothing.

“Cough cough cough!” As a result, he drank it too hastily and choked, coughing for a long time before stopping. He was so bitter that he almost turned blue.

Wen Zhaoyin took the handkerchief from the side and helped him wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth. Seeing that he coughed until most of his face was red and his eyes were tearful, she found it very cute.

“Drink slower next time.”

She turned her head and called the servant who was holding the clothes. It was a handsome young man who looked sixteen or seventeen years old. She pointed to Meng Huan, “From now on, Wen Xi will follow you. He was personally trained by Pei Lan. He has a gentle temperament and is quick in handling matters.”

Wen Xi lived up to his name. He kept smiling at Wen Zhaoyin when she was talking. When he heard her praise, he smiled even more brightly and walked to Meng Huan’s side with light steps.

He said clearly, “Young husband, I will be your person from now on. Please feel free to order me if you have anything!”

Meng Huan almost got goosebumps when he heard it. He began to negotiate with Wen Zhaoyin, “Can I not have a servant?”

Before Wen Zhaoyin could speak, Wen Xi knelt on the ground with a thud and cried quickly, “Young husband, if there is anything I did not do well, please tell me. Don’t abandon me!”

Someone personally trained by the head maid of the family naturally wasn’t just a simple servant. Wen Zhaoyin’s rightful husband died and there were no men in the backyard. Wen Xi was originally kept to be a concubine.

Ever since Meng Huan entered the house half a month ago, he had already begun to worry and was anxious to find a way out.

Now that he was assigned to be Meng Huan’s servant, he was very willing. This way, he might have more opportunities to see the family head and avoid wasting his youth in the mansion.

“Why are you kneeling to me? Get up quickly!” Meng Huan’s head grew big from being knelt to. Wang Fu harmed him, but he accepted it with a clear conscience. But Wen Xi knelt just because he said he didn’t want him. He felt he couldn’t bear it.

Although the young man in front of him cried in a womanly manner, which was quite annoying, it was basically like this for men in a female-dominant society. It wasn’t his personal fault.

After helping the person up, Meng Huan explained, “It’s not that you did badly, it’s that I don’t want someone to take care of me personally. Do you understand? I’m usually fine alone.”

Wen Xi originally thought that reaching out to help meant agreeing to keep him. The tears on his face had just stopped. Now hearing the words, the other party still didn’t want to keep him, his legs immediately bent and he was about to kneel again.

Meng Huan was completely unable to deal with this situation. If the attitude was bad, he could refuse decisively, but he really couldn’t handle this kind of crying and sobbing. So he quickly sought help from the side.

“My God, Wen Zhaoyin, can you say something?!”

As soon as these three words were called out, the surroundings instantly fell silent. Even Wen Xi, who opened his mouth to cry, held it back. His cheeks were bulging like a frog.

Men were not allowed to directly call women by their names. Only those wild men in the countryside did not follow the rules. As the head of a family, Wen Zhaoyin couldn’t be directly called by her name even more. It would be considered disrespectful.

The Wen family was a worldly aristocratic family with strict requirements for etiquette in various veins. The servants who entered the mansion had to be taught for two months first. The family had never had such an unruly person from beginning to end.

Meng Huan didn’t know where he said something wrong and looked at Wen Zhaoyin blankly.

The latter originally had no expression. Seeing him act silly, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Since that person left, she rarely laughed like this.

It was just being called by name, it was not a big deal. “Never mind, Pei Lan, take the people down first.”

He didn’t want people to serve him. Perhaps it was because of Wang Fu. After a few days, arrangements could be made again. There was no hurry.