Time Travel: Remarrying a Little Wolf Dog

Maid: "...No, I just saw the books on the table, and then I gathered them up and took them away."

Su Yan raised his head and screamed: "...Ah, help me, there's something I wrote stuck in there!"

The maid thought she had done something wrong and was a little nervous, "Please forgive me, Madam. I didn't check carefully."

Su Yan waved her hand. "It has nothing to do with you. I forgot about it. Go quickly and have someone harness the carriage. I'm going to the Zhao family now!"

I hope it’s not too late and Zhao Wan didn’t see it!

The maid ran out, and Su Yan followed closely behind.

When Su Yan hurried to the door, the servant had already harnessed the carriage and was waiting at the door.

Su Yan was helped up by a maid, and then someone was asked to go to the Zhao family immediately.

Su Yan urged several times along the way, staring at the road ahead eagerly.

Finally they arrived at the place, and the maid quickly helped Su Yan down.

Su Yan had never been to the Zhao residence before, and she was a little curious when she saw the two vermilion doors.

But she was in no mood to observe any further, so she just walked up and knocked on the door.

After the doorman came out, Su Yan gave his name.

Since it was the first time and there was no invitation card, the gatekeeper asked another person to go to the inner courtyard to report.

Su Yan could only anxiously wait in circles outside, feeling that every second seemed extremely long.

When my eyes drifted towards the outer wall of Zhao's house, I seemed to see a thin figure looking towards me at the corner.

When Su Yan went to take a closer look, the person had already gone into the alley and disappeared.

Su Yan thought it was just a passerby and didn't pay any attention to it.

Just at this moment, the door of Zhao's house opened and Hongxiu came out.

When she saw that it was really Su Yan who came, she quickly came forward and bowed, "Mrs. He, why are you here? Come in quickly."

Su Yan followed her into the door: "I have something to ask Wanwan, is she here now?"

Hong Xiu smiled and said, "The young lady is here, Madam, please follow me."

As she spoke, Hongxiu led the way, while Su Yan and the maid followed behind.

Along the way, Su Yan hesitated and finally asked Hong Xiu, "Today I asked Wanwan's maid to return the book I borrowed before. Did Wanwan receive it?"

Hong Xiu: "I got it. I was with the young lady at the time. She even said that she would send you a few more books in two days to relieve your boredom!"

Su Yan asked carefully, "Did Wanwan read the returned books?"

Hong Xiu: "I don't know about this. The young lady asked someone to put the things in the study, and then asked everyone else to leave. She was alone in there, so I don't know if she saw it."

"But those stories were all read by the young lady before, so she probably won't read them again."

Su Yan felt a little relieved. After all, Zhao Wan had read these stories before and definitely had no interest in reading them again.

As they were talking, they arrived at the inner courtyard.

Hongxiu led Su Yan across the courtyard and stopped in front of a door.

After three knocks, a pleasant voice came from the door, "Come in."

Hongxiu pushed open the door and took Su Yan in.

Before Su Yan's heartbeat could even speed up, she saw the paper in Zhao Wan's hand.

Logically speaking, the papers were all similar, but Su Yan intuitively felt that those were the ones he had written.

He reacted immediately and reached out to grab it quickly.

Zhao Wan didn't fight with her. Seeing that she was trying to snatch it, she let go first.

The paper successfully arrived in Su Yan's hands, and she was just about to feel relieved.

His eyes drifted to the two piles of manuscripts on Zhao Wan's desk.

Each page contained what she had written.

One pile was neatly arranged, while the other was a bit messy.

It looked like someone had just put it down after reading it.

Only then did she realize it was too late, Zhao Wan had already read half of it!

Without waiting for Zhao Wan to say anything, Su Yan covered her face in shame and said, "Don't say anything, don't say anything. I know what you mean. I just wrote it for fun when I had nothing to do!"

Who knew that she didn't hear Zhao Wan's reply for a long time. She opened her hands wide and looked over there in confusion.

But he saw Zhao Wanzheng picking up another one and staring at it seriously with a frown on her face.

Then she inadvertently met Zhao Wan's eyes when she suddenly looked up. She put down her hand only after realizing that Zhao Wan had no intention of laughing at her.

Seeing Zhao Wan still staring at her, Su Yan felt a little embarrassed, "Why are you staring at me like that? I didn't write anything, did I?"

Zhao Wan: "Did you really write this?"

Zhao Wan was taught by the scholar herself since she was young and could read ten lines at a glance.

Although I just took a brief look at it, I was already attracted by it.

Su Yan was fidgeting. "It's because I read the new storybooks you gave me. Every time, the characters either met noble ladies or married princesses, and the wives who had lived with poverty were abandoned. I was so angry that I continued writing a little bit."

Zhao Wan glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to look down.

She was very fast and soon read two or three more sheets of paper.

After reading it, he casually put it on the slightly messy pile, then stopped and looked up at Su Yan, asking with some confusion, "I heard that you only learned to read from Grandma He in the past six months? But why is the writing so fluent? The wording is also precise."

Su Yan laughed awkwardly to cover it up, and blurted out the words he had prepared long ago, "It's the one in front of me—"

She gave Zhao Wan a look that said you understand, and continued, "He also studied. I used to listen to him read every day at his place, and slowly I learned a little bit."

"Plus, my grandmother taught me very carefully, and gradually, my choice of words and writing became smoother. But what you see is also an accident. I was so angry after reading the storybook that my thoughts flowed and I wrote it all at once. In fact, I don't usually write this well."

Zhao Wan suddenly realized that these were related to Su Yan's scars, so she stopped asking and had an expression that said "I understand" on her face.

Looking at her expression, Su Yan knew that she must have imagined the entire inspirational process for herself.

Only then did I feel relieved, knowing that I had passed the test.

I was just about to say something else, change the subject, and get back what I had written.

Who knew that Zhao Wan ignored her and continued to look down.

Watching something that I had imagined being read word for word by others.

Su Yan was so embarrassed that she almost dug her feet out of the three-bedroom apartment.

After some psychological preparation, Su Yan put aside his shame and asked Zhao Wan for it in a roundabout way.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wan became addicted to watching and raised her hand to signal Su Yan not to speak.

Then sink in.

This sinking lasted for a quarter of an hour.

At the beginning, Su Yan blushed a little, but she saw that Zhao Wan was looking at it so seriously.

She felt a little hopeful again, hoping to get her approval.

The sequel written by Su Yan was not long, and Zhao Wan read it in one breath.

Then she raised her head and looked at Su Yan carefully, and asked with shining eyes, "Do you want to publish a book?"