Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Zhu Zheng was released.

The moonlight was broken by the window lattice and shone on Rong Yan's outline. The envelope in his hand fell to the ground, and for a moment, he was silent.

Only his eyes were fixed on Zhu Zheng's face.

Zhu Zheng felt as if she was in a fog, but sparks were flying in her head. Should she speak first? How should she speak? What should she say first?

During the silent gaze, Zhu Zheng quickly thought of the main point. From the very beginning, she wrote to Rong Yan in order to find a place to stay to solve the urgent problem. It was because she couldn't find one that she took the unconventional approach and thought of confessing to her grandmother.

What she needs now is still a place to stay.

If Rong Yan were to arrange it, this road would definitely be much smoother.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng gently pulled Rong Yan's sleeve. Her grip was not firm, and he could break free with just a little effort.

"Sir..." she called.

Rong Yan did not move, he just stood there, his handsome eyebrows and eyes looked grey in the dim moonlight, like a stone statue, silently allowing Zhu Zheng to hold him.

Zhu Zheng seldom saw such an expression on his face. Whenever she called him, he rarely did not respond. She had no choice but to steel herself and pull his hand to press it on her belly, with a pitiful expression on her face.

"Sir, I was ignorant and stupid, and my behavior was inappropriate, so I made a big mistake." Zhu Zheng even had tears in her eyes, "Now I realize how foolish I was, and I'm at my wit's end..."

Although she directed all the words she had prepared to say to her grandmother at Rong Yan, her tears were three parts fake but seven parts real.

In fact, she had been afraid in her heart these days and had not slept well, but she did not dare to show any trepidation, for fear that so many eyes in the Zhu Mansion would notice something was wrong. But for some reason, whenever she faced Rong Yan, she suddenly felt that she had the right to feel wronged.

But after talking for a long time, Rong Yan just stared at her without blinking. His eyes, which were so close to her, were like the surface of a lake before a storm, making it impossible for Zhu Zheng to tell what he was thinking.

On the contrary, Zhu Zheng felt uneasy when he looked at her, so she let go of his sleeve. But before she could take her hand back, he grabbed her wrist.

Rong Yan moved his lips but no sound came out. Zhu Zheng just made a move to move closer, and he suddenly slumped his shoulders, leaned over and rested his head on Zhu Zheng's shoulder.

I could hear his breathing, short and rapid, as if he was trying hard to calm himself down.

Zhu Zheng turned her head and gently put her face against his, trying to look as begging as possible. She rubbed his face for a long time and said softly, "Sir, please don't be silent, okay..."

With just a small movement, Zhu Zheng was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pressed into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me in the letter..."

Zhu Zheng didn't understand why he kept holding on to the letter. Now the letter was no longer important, so she avoided the main point and said, "Didn't the master reply to the letter?"

Judging from his reaction, it seemed that he had just received the letter. The content of the letter was for emergency relief. Even if she wrote the truth directly, wouldn't it have been delayed?

“I’m sorry, I don’t know…” Rong Yan’s voice trembled slightly, and he even stumbled a little, “Because I… I thought…”

Zhu Zheng didn’t understand how she ended up listening to Rong Yan’s heartfelt apology. She hurriedly got back to the point and held Rong Yan’s hand, “Sir…”

"Please seek protection from the Lord..."

She said it, then corrected herself, "No, I'm asking for protection from my senior brother..."

Zhu Zheng was also very nervous. She had already tried everything she could to save her sister's life. Facing Rong Yan, she knew that this was her last trick. If it didn't work anymore, she would be at her wit's end and had no other options.

The setting moonlight shone on the two of them, and on the ground there was only a mixture of blue-gray and cold white, making it unclear whose shadow was whose.

Rong Yan suddenly held Zhu Zheng's hand and raised his head. His usually calm eyes became rather restless. He half leaned over, his eyes level with Zhu Zheng's, his breath blowing on Zhu Zheng's eyelashes.

The hand he held on her waist was warm through her spring shirt, and his knuckles held her waist firmly, his posture was quite cautious, as if he was afraid she would break if he let go.

"Tell Madam Zhu," Rong Yan said in a low voice, "I will visit you at noon tomorrow morning."

Zhu Zheng didn't expect to hear this, her expression froze, "What are you going to tell grandma?"

The person who couldn't know about this was the grandmother. Was Rong Yan going to protect her when the grandmother beat her? Of course, that was a straightforward "protection", but it wasn't what Zhu Zheng wanted...

While she was stunned, Rong Yan said two more words, "Propose an engagement."

"Propose an engagement?" Zhu Zheng repeated dully, "Why do you want to propose an engagement?"

Rong Yan stared at Zhu Zheng's bewildered eyes, his expression indescribably solemn, "Of course you will marry me."

? Wait, this is not what she thought.

How did it get straight to the point of getting married?

"We can't get married!" she refused subconsciously.

Rong Yan was still holding her hand. Although there was no change on his face, which was so close to her, his grip seemed to be tighter. He lowered his eyelashes and waited for her to continue.

Zhu Zheng gritted her teeth and explained, "I just want to give birth to this child smoothly and don't want to cause any other trouble. Can you find another hospital to take me there? There's no need to bother grandma with this matter."

Rong Yan frowned, "... Wouldn't it be more logical to marry me?"

Zhu Zheng was stunned. It was natural for them to get married, but... she had never thought about it this way.

There were so many plans in my plan, but because I was always focused on not letting anyone else know about it, I never thought about who I would marry, so I couldn't come to my senses for a while.

But it seems that getting married is indeed a way to stop the gossips. If he marries Rong Yan, it doesn't seem to be something unacceptable.

When she mentioned these two words, the scene she had seen in the bronze mirror suddenly flashed before her eyes. He lowered his eyebrows to comb her hair, so tender and gentle. Thinking about it now, it seemed as distant as a mirage...

Rong Yan saw that she was silent for a long time, "What if I insist?"

Zhu Zheng came back to his senses, looking hesitant, "Then still..."

Rong Yan: "Forget it?"

Zhu Zheng: “Hmm…”

She couldn't agree rashly. Keeping it a secret was the safest approach. If she got married with great fanfare, it would only make things extremely complicated, and the situation would then be completely out of her control.

This matter would be a dead end if one wasn't careful, and being discovered by Rong Yan was already an additional wrinkle. Zhu Zheng even began to regret having dragged Rong Yan into the game out of impulse.

Rong Yan sneered, "Okay."

Zhu Zheng was stunned, not understanding for a moment what sentence this "OK" came after.

He leaned over, pulled her into his arms again, hugged her, pressed his big hands on her belly, the heat seemed to penetrate the fake cowhide belly, pressed his lower jaw on her shoulder, and exhaled a long, slow breath.

"Okay." He repeated, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

This sentence was finally the answer that Zhu Zheng wanted to hear the most. She was held by him obediently, carefully raised her hands to hug him back, put her face on his chest, and whispered, "Sir... Senior Brother, I have a small request, can I ask?"

Rong Yan: “Yeah.”

Zhu Zheng's ulterior motive was exposed. "Can you bring my sister out of the Zhu residence to accompany me..."

"Okay." Rong Yan said.

Zhu Zheng's words were accepted before she could finish. She hesitated before continuing, "But can you please not let anyone know that it was arranged by the adults? Grandmother and the Zhu family must not know, including my sister herself."

It was a bit difficult, but she thought that if the tutor was reliable, he would definitely be able to do it.

It’s just that this request is a bit odd, and Rong Yan will most likely investigate it.

Rong Yan paused for a moment, and indeed asked, "Why?"

Zhu Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Because she doesn't know the relationship between me and adults yet, I'm afraid she will..."

"What is our relationship?" he asked directly.

"..."

Oh yeah, what’s their relationship?

To ordinary people, they have no relationship at all. To say otherwise, it is a little hard to explain, the only definite answer is that they are senior and junior brothers and sisters, but to explain why they are senior and junior brothers and sisters, there are many details that are not convenient to mention, and not everyone can listen to it.

If anyone in Shengjing asked, Zhu Zheng would probably give the simplest answer directly and cautiously say, "It doesn't matter."

But would two people who were not related to each other hug each other in her boudoir in the middle of the night...

Zhu Zheng realized her own hypocrisy and felt uncomfortable.

This question seemed to stump Zhu Zheng, but it actually stumped two people.

Rong Yan was not obsessed with hearing a certain answer. After all, the answer he most wanted to hear had already been proposed and rejected a moment ago.

The other answers seemed less important in her silence.

Rong Yan exhaled deeply and stared at her face for a long time, "Okay, I promise you everything."

The late spring breeze blows through the window, bringing some quiet and cool night air.

"A carriage will come tomorrow morning." His voice was very low, and as pleasant as a clear bell, giving Zhu Zheng the assurance she wanted most, "At 7:00 pm, on time, I will pick you up and leave the Zhu Mansion."