After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Chunlan was horrified.

How does this work?

Although it was night, there should be many people in the mansion who were still awake at this time.

What would happen if everyone saw this?

She wanted to stop it, but was afraid of Yan Mobai.

While she was struggling and worrying, Yan Mobai had already passed by her, holding Ning Miao in his arms, and walked up the stairs, two steps at a time.

Chunlan could only watch.

Fortunately, her eldest wife was completely wrapped in the second young master's cloak, covering even her head and face, leaving only her long black hair hanging down.

In this way, even if people in the mansion saw it, they would only think that the second young master finally got his wish and brought a woman back, but they would not know who the woman was.

Thinking of this, Chunlan felt a little relieved.

Then she would not go into the mansion with them and would go in later.

After all, she is the eldest lady's personal maid. If she follows along, everyone will definitely guess that the woman being held by the second young master is her master.

So she just stopped where she was.

"What are you doing standing there?" The man's cold voice suddenly came.

Chunlan was startled and found that in front of her, the second young master was holding her eldest lady, had entered the mansion and was looking back in her direction.

Only later did she realize that he was asking her.

She hurriedly replied, "I...I didn't do anything."

"Why don't you go back to Fangfei Garden to light the lamps?" Yan Mobai said.

Chunlan: “…”

You've told me everything about Fangfeiyuan. Aren't you afraid that the doorman will think too much after hearing it?

Not daring to delay any longer, Chunlan quickly walked up the stairs and entered the mansion.

Then he walked to the front and walked very quickly, trying to keep a distance from Yan Mobai so that people in the mansion would not see them together.

"Wait a minute!" The man's cold voice sounded again.

Chunlan had to stop and look back.

"Your wife's shoes fell off, pick them up." Yan Mobai said.

Chunlan: “…”

On the flower path ahead were patrolling palace guards, and in the corridor opposite were several servants walking around.

He's talking about 'your lady' here?

She looked in two directions and saw people in those two directions looking towards them.

Well, tomorrow everyone in the mansion will know that the brother-in-law has brought his sister-in-law back home.

Alas, Chunlan sighed in her heart, but she was helpless.

I had to go back to pick up my shoes.

Yan Mobai held Ning Miao in his arms and strode towards Fangfei Garden.

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Fangfei Garden

Chunlan holds the lamp in her hand.

Yan Mobai put Ning Miao on the couch and told Chunlan, "You go down first."

Chunlan looked at the person on the couch and felt a little worried, but she didn't dare to disobey this man.

He bowed respectfully, then walked out and closed the door of the room behind him.

Yan Mobai stood quietly beside the couch for a while, then reached out and untied Ning Miao's sleeping point.

Ning Miao woke up slowly and saw the cold and handsome face of a man standing by the bed looking at her. She reacted instantly and turned her sleepy eyes away as if she didn't see him.

Then he struggled to get up, mumbling with a stiff tongue: "Wine, drink..."

Yan Mobai frowned and put his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from getting up.

Ning Miao also frowned, glared at him in dissatisfaction, and kicked him.

He clamped her ankle again.

"Who are you? Let me go!" Ning Miao twisted his body and spoke unclearly.

Yan Mobai reached out and pressed her acupoints, making her unable to move, then he turned her face with his big hand to face him.

"Look who I am?"

Ning Miao stared at him with red eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

After a while, Ning Miao seemed to recognize him: "Yan... Yan Mobai."

Yan Mo's eyes moved slightly.

Even though he was so drunk, he still recognized him.

But the next moment, the woman was heard cursing with a stiff tongue: "Yan Mobai, you scumbag, you bastard..."

Yan Mobai narrowed his eyes slightly.

The big hand was still pinching her chin.

He stared at her deeply: "How am I an asshole?"

"You want to marry that...Yuan...and you chased me away..."

After Ning Miao finished speaking, his mouth pursed and he suddenly started crying, wailing like a child.

Yan Mobai didn't expect her to be like this, and he had never seen her like this before.

I was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Is this why you go drinking?" he asked.

Ning Miao cried very hard and loudly, with tears streaming down her face. She did not answer his questions, but was immersed in her own emotions and complaints.

"None of you are good people, you are all bastards, and you all deserve a bad death..."

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes.

you?

Which one?

Who else?

The five fingers that rested on her chin tightened unconsciously, and he asked, "Who else? Who else is a bastard?"

"You, you are a bastard." Ning Miao's tears flowed down like beads that had broken off the string.

"Besides me, who else?" Yan Mobai asked.

Ning Miao cried, "And him, I am loyal to him, but he wants to kill me, he wants to kill me, wuwuwu..."

Ning Miao cried very sadly.

Yan Mobai frowned and pursed his lips: "Who is he?"

Ning Miao seemed to be very impatient with the question: "It's him, he wants to kill me, I'm so loyal, he wants me dead, and you... I gave my body and soul to him, and you want to marry another woman, you are all bad people!"

Yan Mobai's eyes darkened.

The dark pupils stared at her steadily.

"Yan Mobai..." Ning Miao suddenly called him in a crying voice.

Yan Mobai came back to his senses.

"I don't like you anymore..." Ning Miao said with red eyes.

Yan Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The big hand on her chin slowly loosened its grip, and he straightened up.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about status?"

"Then you can't marry another woman..." Ning Miao pouted again and burst into tears.

Yan Mobai: "......"

"I don't like you anymore, you bad guy, wuwuwu..."

As she was crying, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Give me back the peace rope my mother left me. If you want it, I have made a lot of them myself. There is one in the drawer of the dressing table. Take it and give me back my mother's... I don't like you anymore..."

Yan Mobai narrowed his eyes.

He glanced sideways at the dressing table in the room and walked over.

Open the drawer.

There was indeed a thin silver string.

He didn't take it. He closed the drawer with a snap and walked back to the couch.

"The one you gave me, I threw away."

When Ning Miao heard this, he was so excited that he burst into tears like a spoiled child.

His tongue was sticky, his speech was unclear, and his voice was hoarse.

"Why did you throw it? Give it back to me! You big bad guy, bastard, give it back to me..."

Yan Mobai raised his hand and pinched his brows which were aching slightly.

Taking his hand off his brow, he pressed Ning Miao's sleeping point again: "You've drunk too much."

Before Ning Miao could finish his words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Mobai stood beside the couch, not moving for a long time.