Chapter 4: Nothing Works, Meng Huan Kneels Down and Suddenly Kisses Her Face…

There was no need to return to the remote small courtyard. Seeing that his behavior was acceptable, Wen Zhaoyin also felt sorry for the hardships he had endured these past few days, so she assigned him the courtyard next to the main one, instantly improving his living conditions by several levels.

She was not an idle person, so after arranging these matters, she went to deal with official documents again.

Meanwhile, Meng Huan was taken to bathe. When he came out, he felt refreshed all over, with a sense of being reborn.

His hair was long, but he didn’t like to tie it up, so he simply tied it back with a hairband. Only at the strong insistence of the servants did he add a simple jade hairpin.

He also found the clothes cumbersome and heavy, so he chose lightly dyed, pale-colored garments. Lightly dyed fabrics tend to be lighter than darker ones, of course, Meng Huan didn’t know this; he chose based on feeling the weight in his hands.

A man is known by his dress, as a horse by its saddle. He hadn’t cooperated for half a month before, and today was the first time he had been so patient with being groomed. Once he was fully changed, all the servants present were immediately stunned.

The so-called “gentleman stands tall and dignified” was probably something like this.

“Young master, please look in the mirror.” Two people carried over a copper mirror larger than a washbasin and carefully placed it in front of Meng Huan.

Since coming here, Meng Huan hadn’t looked in a mirror. He could only see a nose, two eyes, and a mouth when looking at his reflection in a water basin, nothing more could be seen clearly.

He was quite curious about what he looked like.

“!!!”

With just one glance, he was shocked beyond measure. The person in the mirror looked exactly like his modern self, just younger. He appeared to be about the same age as Wen Xi.

The body wasn’t his… but the face was… What on earth was going on?

Meng Huan even thought that perhaps the body was his too, but had become weaker due to coming to this matriarchal world. He might have traversed with both his soul and body.

After pondering for a while without coming to any conclusion, he simply stopped thinking about it. Looking at his somewhat modest and gentlemanly appearance in the copper mirror, his thoughts immediately wandered.

“Wait, I look so young, I should be only sixteen or seventeen, right? How old is your mistress?” he asked the person beside the mirror.

The servant stepped back at his question, lowering his head and answering weakly, “This humble servant dare not discuss the mistress’s private matters. I don’t know.”

Don’t know? Meng Huan could see he just didn’t dare to say!

He thought for a moment and felt that Wen Zhaoyin must be older than him, but how much older was hard to say. Ah, this should count as a young calf eating old grass, not worth it, not worth it.

The porridge Pei Lan promised arrived. He stopped showing off in front of the mirror and sat down to eat earnestly. At the same time, he arranged for braised pork trotters, roast chicken, roast duck, smoked goose… In short, he ordered all the delicacies he had fantasized about during these four days of hunger.

But in the evening, not a single dish was delivered.

Meng Huan stared at the teapot on the table, feeling very unhappy.

What’s going on? Is it because he’s not yet ‘favored’? He just wanted to eat a bit of meat dishes, but they wouldn’t even make that. Did he have to sleep with her to get meat to eat?

As he was letting his imagination run wild, Wen Zhaoyin came in from outside, followed by several servants carrying trays.

Meng Huan’s eyes lit up, expectantly watching them place the plates and bowls on the table one by one: white porridge, steamed buns, pickles, cucumber salad…

“Where’s the meat? Where’s my meat!”

Pei Lan said from the side, “The mistress is concerned about the young master’s health and has specially arranged meals according to the doctor’s instructions, mainly light foods. Those meat dishes you requested can only be eaten after the doctor checks your pulse again in a few days.”

“…” Meng Huan expressed his extreme displeasure and didn’t want to pay attention to Wen Zhaoyin beside him. He picked up his chopsticks and started tackling the plate of cucumber salad.

But after only three bites, she took the plate away, “It’s cold, eating too much will hurt your stomach.”

Clatter, Meng Huan directly put down his chopsticks on the table, left his chair and sat on the couch to the side, refusing to eat anymore.

Wen Zhaoyin smiled, completely unmoved. She elegantly drank her porridge, acting as if she hadn’t seen him storm off in anger.

She raised her hand to point at the small dish of pickles in the distance, and Pei Lan went over to pick up a bite with chopsticks, then took the small plate and picked a bit of all the small dishes that were out of reach, placing them in front of her.

Meng Huan was truly hungry. Two bowls of meat porridge a day weren’t enough to satisfy him. He didn’t particularly dislike the porridge on the table, but he wanted to fight for some meat, so he pretended to be angry and sat silently to the side, exuding a cold aura.

This tactic had been very effective with his previous girlfriends. Almost as soon as he showed signs of wanting to give them the cold shoulder, they would come to coax him, afraid he might break up with them.

He felt that sometimes women just can’t be led gently, coaxing them only makes them retreat. You can’t be too good to them.

With this thought in mind, he kept waiting, but Wen Zhaoyin was almost full from eating on her own, without paying any attention to him.

Meng Huan started to feel restless.

He stood up and walked in front of Wen Zhaoyin, standing there looking down at her. Only when she finally raised her head to look at him did he say, “What do I need to do to get a plate of meat?”

“No, nothing will work.”

Meng Huan knelt down and suddenly kissed her face, “Will this work?”

Everyone was stunned once again. Wen Zhaoyin was also taken aback, then looked at him with great interest. What kind of treasure had she picked up?

For a plate of meat, he would take the initiative to kiss her? Hmm, this behavior seemed quite in line with Meng Huan’s personality. After all, their first time half a month ago was when he was more ‘active’.

Wen Zhaoyin was in a good mood and suddenly remembered the doctor saying it wouldn’t hurt to eat a little less meat. “Pei Lan, have the kitchen make a bowl of chicken and century egg porridge.”

“I don’t want to drink porridge, I want to eat rice. I want lotus leaf wrapped rice with chicken!”

“Alright, change it to lotus leaf wrapped rice with chicken.”

Although it was a bit late, Meng Huan finally got to eat what he wanted. It was just a small bowl, but it left him quite satisfied.

After dinner, Wen Zhaoyin showed no intention of leaving. She even dismissed all the servants, having Pei Lan stand at the door.

Meng Huan understood her intentions almost instantly.

He began to undress himself, undoing his waistband, untying the cords… It was just right that eating glutinous rice late at night was hard to digest, and exercise would aid digestion.

Wen Zhaoyin walked behind him, picked up the outer robe he had casually thrown on the table and hung it on the rack, then said, “I still have some official documents to deal with tonight, so I won’t stay here to keep you company. Rest early.”

Meng Huan, who was pulling at his inner garment with his back to her, froze. He felt extremely embarrassed at this moment, even more so than being caught by his girlfriend while shopping with a mistress.

Seeing his stiff posture, Wen Zhaoyin let out an ambiguous light laugh from her nose. She leaned in slightly from behind and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“If you learn to behave this time and don’t always think about escaping, you don’t need to take the initiative to do these things. I will still protect you.” She categorized Meng Huan’s behavior as a passive approach due to lack of security.

She left, and Meng Huan was so embarrassed that he couldn’t fall asleep for half the night. It seemed like he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by sounds from outside.

He raised his head and looked out the window. The sky was already bright. He had unknowingly slept through the night without even dreaming.

He had said he didn’t want personal servants, so those who helped him wash his hair and change clothes had been sent away early. He had also found reasons to persuade away those Wen Zhaoyin wanted to leave at the door to keep watch at night.

Now there should be no one inside or outside the room. Who on earth was making noise outside so early in the morning?