Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

When Yan Ning woke up, she was lying on a soft and warm bed. It was bright outside and she could see clearly that this was Yan Huaiming's house.

He had his hair tied up high with a golden crown, wore a black robe with dark bamboo patterns, and was sitting on a soft couch reading a book.

He saw her sitting up on the bed with her arms propped up, "Awake."

He was very gentle, and there was even a hint of a smile on his face.

She didn't know that during the time she was unconscious, he had checked her thoroughly, and if she showed any suspicion, she would never wake up.

But she was easily deceived by his appearance, and she even softened her voice unconsciously, "Sir, why am I here?"

Yan Huaiming put down the book, stood up and walked to her side. He leaned over and touched her face. "Last night, a thief broke into the dance hall and tried to do something bad to you. My people went to pick you up and happened to run into them and saved you."

Yan Ning was still frightened, "Thief?"

Yan Huaiming nodded and looked at her deeply, "Fortunately, you are okay."

He had a pair of affectionate eyes, and Yan Ning felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her. "...Why did you send someone to look for me, sir?"

"I'm picking you up." Yan Huaiming corrected, "Pick you up."

Yan Ning looked up at him, and Yan Huaiming remembered that she was in the same posture that night, in his arms, looking up at him with a pair of tender and charming eyes.

He said softly, "Yunzhi acted on her own. I have already punished her."

"I have redeemed you. From now on, you will follow me."

"Really?" Yan Ning widened his eyes in disbelief.

Her joy swept away the little doubts in her heart. She held Yan Huaiming's hand on her cheek and smiled, "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

He looked at her and thought that only a beauty like this could make him love her wholeheartedly.

In the room of Secret Guard Thirteen, he was naked with three crisscrossing marks on his back from whiplash. Yunzhi sat behind him and applied medicine to him. She said, "Your kung fu is getting worse. Even if I asked you to knock out a powerless woman, she would still see you."

Thirteen bit his pale lips and said, "Stop talking nonsense here. How good are you? When we return to the capital, there will be three whips waiting for you."

"Hmph," Yunzhi pressed his wound, drawing a muffled groan from him, "It's better than being beaten by the young master himself."

She added, "This Miss Wanwan is very different."

"Young Master didn't kill her, but stayed by her side."

Thirteen sighed, "Let me ask you, Master, it's not like you haven't taken in women before due to circumstances, but who else has been taken in besides her?"

"She is the young master's first woman, don't you think it's different?"

He curled his lips and said, "Be more careful, Miss Yun. You don't just need a strong secret guard now. When you serve the young master, please use your brains."

Yunzhi slapped him on the wound, letting him experience what it means to have strong limbs.

In the following days, Wanwan became Yan Huaiming's favorite.

Yes, when she was with him, she became "Wanwan" again.

When he was in Huaizhou, he looked down upon all other women. Later, he simply took her to banquets and even to brothels.

She snuggled up to him and fed him wine. The atmosphere was obscene and the man sitting opposite had already untied the prostitute's belt and buried his head in her exposed breasts. Yan Huaiming stroked her face, just covering her eyes, and buried her face in his chest.

Wanwan put her arms around his waist and leaned quietly against his chest, listening to his regular heartbeat and ignoring the cries of the men and women.

They hugged each other tightly, and to outsiders it seemed as if there was something undercurrent going on beneath their skirts.

But he just held her, and he had a reaction, but he never took off her clothes in public.

The banquets Li Zhikai took him to became increasingly lively, and Wanwan would occasionally hear a name followed by a prestigious official title. Yan Huaiming would sometimes join in their lewd jokes; he seemed like a complete playboy, all show and no substance.

But when he returned to the yard, he was completely different. He was calm and gentle, but when he punished people, he was sharp and intimidating.

He spoke sweet words to her in bed, and she couldn't tell how much of it was real and how much was fake.

He had been in Huaizhou for more than a month, and when he left, he had become brothers with Li Zhikai. However, as soon as he returned to Shangjing, he immediately presented five volumes of evidence. The emperor was furious and arrested Li Zhikai and his gang overnight.

This matter involved a wide range of people. Even in the capital, several official residences were ransacked and batches of people were taken away. The news was so loud that even Wanwan heard about it.

She returned to Shangjing with Yan Huaiming, but she never set foot in the Yan family. He placed her in a small courtyard in Meilin, east of the city, where dozens of maids and servants served her. However, she stayed there for half a month, and Yan Huaiming did not come once.

He did not restrict her movements. If she wanted to go out shopping, she could just give the order and the carriage would be ready for her to go. The maids still combed her hair in a virgin bun and only called her "Miss" when she went out.

Wanwan waited anxiously and expectantly for Yan Huaiming in the courtyard for half a month. He did not come, but the courtyard was still well-supplied with food and clothing, and the servants were all respectful to her.

She felt relieved and thought, Master Yan is such a good man.

Half a month later, someone came to Meilin's courtyard to deliver something to her. The man was a dark-skinned man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long sword slung around his waist.

Wanwan recognized him; he was the guard beside Yan Huaiming, named Jifeng.

He handed her the thing in his arms, an envelope. Wanwan took it and looked at it. There was no words on the cover. She opened it and saw a piece of paper folded inside. She unfolded it again and saw a piece of neat small regular script.

She only vaguely recognized some of them, but was too embarrassed to ask.

Ji Feng said, "It was written by the young master. He asked me to bring it to you."

Wanwan thought it was an instruction. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I... I don't understand it completely. What did you write? What are your instructions?"

Ji Feng shook his head. "The Master only said, 'Just leave it to you,' and didn't tell me anything else."

So Wanwan held the paper, reading it morning and night, even in her dreams, wondering what he wanted to tell her.

She was also afraid that this might be some secret and didn't dare to ask anyone else.

I am so worried that I sigh every day.

Yan Huaiming came back from the palace at midnight. As soon as he got off the carriage, he walked quickly to his father's yard. It was drizzling. Yunzhi, dressed in black, followed behind him, holding an umbrella high for him.

He walked so fast that his shoulders and clothes were already wet. He pushed Yunzhi's umbrella away and said, "No need."

His face was expressionless and his tone was flat, but Yunzhi knew that he was on the verge of a rage.

She followed him to the Orchid Garden. There were several people dressed like her standing at the door. She and they were guarding the door and were not qualified to enter.

There was not a single servant in the huge yard, and the carefully tended flowers and plants were unable to lift their heads due to the increasingly heavy rain.

Yan Huaiming walked to the corridor and wiped the rain off his face. He pushed open the door. His father, Yan Chongfu, was sitting alone in the main seat drinking tea. He looked up at him and said, "You show your emotions on your face. What kind of person are you?"