Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

After returning to the room, Xiang Ran closed the door, carefully read the instructions of the emergency contraceptive pills, and after much hesitation, put the pills at the back of the drawer.

Let’s regulate the irregular menstruation first.

Professor Zhao also said that this thing has many side effects.

Before she could deposit the money in the brown paper bag in the bank, she found a cabinet and locked it up.

It’s not that I’m afraid of it being stolen, I just don’t want Sheng Yang to know.

As for the Chinese medicine, Xiang Ran wanted to boil it herself after dinner and didn't want others to do it for her.

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After dinner, Xiang Ran sat on the swing in the yard, enjoying the evening breeze...

Suddenly, someone pushed me from behind and the swing swung high.

Who else but him?

"Higher." Xiang Ran turned around.

The man stopped pushing and instead held onto the swing rope. "What time did you come back this afternoon? What does Chinese medicine say?"

"Nothing, just some Chinese medicine to relieve my period pain. It's simmering in the clay pot on low heat."

"Is the doctor I saw today reliable?" he asked.

"Of course. Have you heard of Professor Zhao Shu? He's from the Jingfang School! Not only is he proficient in gynecology and internal medicine, he's also a professor at the School of Basic Medicine of H University of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

Sheng Yang shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. But I heard that your great aunt is a famous doctor in Hong Kong City. I guess the Su family also has a tradition in traditional Chinese medicine."

"Thank you, thank you. But I am indeed very interested in Chinese medicine." Xiang Ran clasped his fists and said with a smile.

In her hometown, the land is vast and the population is sparse.

The county hospital is not the first choice for villagers.

Therefore, Miao doctors, local doctors and Yunnan medicine became the villagers' "lifeline".

And on the mountain is a huge herbal medicine storehouse.

Living off the land, she certainly knows something about Chinese herbal medicine.

Sheng Yang took her down from the swing: "Don't stay too long, it's getting cold at night, I'll carry you upstairs."

"No way, I'm not that fragile!" Xiang Ran struggled in his arms, "Besides, someone will see us."

"Who would dare to look?" Sheng Yang said without hesitation, "So what if they did? Why are you so shy in front of the servants? Last time in the ancient town square, you kept shouting that you loved me, you seemed to be letting yourself go."

why?

Although there were crowds of people in the ancient town, they were all strangers.

And here, Xiao Fu, Master Zhu and others...all seemed like familiar faces to Xiang Ran.

What about Sheng Yang...Xiang Ran sometimes felt that he didn't treat them as "people".

So he often acts "arrogantly".

Of course, Xiang Ran couldn't tell Sheng Yang this reason.

Because in his eyes, she and he were the same kind of people - the so-called upper class.

But in fact it is.

This is a big joke.

Xiang Ran has been an outlier since childhood.

She has always been against the Confucian ideas of ruler-ruler, subject-subject, father-father, and son-son.

Xiang Ran answered him perfunctorily: "Because I am a crowd pleaser."

Sheng Yang also laughed. A girl raised by the century-old Su family said that she was a "people-pleaser"?

He touched his nose and said, "Well, you were crazy enough last night."

But not surprising either.

After all, some scholars have studied and found that children raised by educators and medical workers have the strongest subconscious rebellious tendencies...

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"No, no, put me down quickly, ouch! My shoes fell off!"

Sheng Yang put her down and let her lean against the wall.

He squatted down and picked up her satin slippers, holding them in his hands.

Thinking of the scene of her beautiful feet stepping on his chest and "playing around" last night, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and laughed softly.

"why are you laughing?"

"Nothing." But he laughed even louder.

"Say it quickly."

"You were talking a lot yesterday, but I couldn't quite understand you. It didn't sound like a foreign language. Are you... fluent in some local dialect?"

Yeah, it turns out that it’s the dialect that protects me.

Fortunately, she spoke in dialect, otherwise she might have been exposed?

"Yes, I have done some research projects on frontier ethnic groups privately." Xiang Ran talked nonsense.

"You're an art student, doing frontier... ethnic studies???"

Xiang Ran rolled her eyes at him: "I just like it, is that not okay?"

"Okay, my talented wife." He reached out and put her shoes on. He helped her stand up. "Then I'll hold your hand. That's fine, right?"

"No problem! I'm not the fragile Lin Daiyu." Xiang Ran held his hand.

"Yes, madam, you probably want to be like Empress Wu Zetian, the alluring queen." Sheng Yang stared at her.

It must be said that he has a good insight into people's hearts.

This was Xiang Ran's hidden thought, and he actually guessed it right.

But how could she admit it? So she started to change the subject: "By the way, did you go to Hong Kong to meet Fiona without telling me?"

"Guess?" He didn't even look at her.

Xiang Ran found that this guy suddenly didn't speak as freely as he did a few days ago, and seemed to like to stop talking halfway.

If this continues, won’t he be able to control the rhythm?

Is it true that after three months, a man's impulsive love hormones will begin to subside?

Humph, if you have no desires, you will be strong.

He asked her to guess?

She doesn't guess!

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After Xiang Ran took a shower, the Chinese medicine in the pot was no longer hot.

A full bowl of medicine was poured out, glowing under the lamp.

Chinese medicines of different shapes and colors were finally boiled into a bowl of water.

Xiang Ran picked up the bowl, took a sip, and frowned...

"Bitter things should be eaten in big mouthfuls, and sweet things should be savored slowly." Sheng Yang stood at the door with a plate of grapes in his hand without anyone noticing.

"Have you finished your work... today?" Xiang Ran asked.

"There's always work to do, but I still have to be with my wife." He touched her head. "It's not too late to do it after you fall asleep. It's not a big deal."

He sat at the table, propped up his chin, and watched her drink the medicine quietly.

Her eyebrows were gentle and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

In ancient times, there was Guan Yu playing chess and scraping his bones to heal his wounds...Now, there is Xiang Ran watching a handsome man drink bitter medicine.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the medicine.

As soon as he put down the bowl, Sheng Yang handed a peeled grape to her mouth: "Come on, first bitter then sweet."

Xiang Ran put it in her mouth.

It's sweet, but also a little sour.

But he doesn't know this bitterness.

"Do you want more?" Sheng Yang peeled another one.

"Have you ever peeled grapes for someone before?"

"No, never. I don't even peel it when I eat it myself. I either swallow it directly or spit out the skin." He replied with a smile.

He stretched out his hand to Ran: "One more."

Sheng Yang handed it over.

Her snow-white teeth bit the fruit, juice overflowed, and she subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth.

Sheng Yang swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously - he wanted to eat too.

He unconsciously moved his body and put his arm around her waist. Xiang Ran was startled and felt his warm lips brush against her nose and land on her lips.

Then he took away half of the fruit flesh from her mouth.

The man chewed half a grape and asked with a smile: "Wife, does this count as sharing the good and the bad with you?"