Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Chu Yun took a few sips of tea, and her face finally regained its color.

"Why have you come, young master?" After a long while, Chu Yun handed the teacup to Qing Yuan and said softly.

"Just passing by." Yan Jinyu lied without changing his expression, his face even colder.

Chu Yun nodded slightly, knowing that Yan Jinyu was in a bad mood, and stopped talking to her.

Her eyelids were half-closed, her eyes were unreadable, and she was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, looking both delicate and pitiful. Yan Jinyu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. Pity and anger were mixed together, making Yan Jinyu feel a tightness in his chest.

Unable to express themselves, and feeling uncomfortable holding it in, Zuo Yu Chu Yun remained silent, and Yan Jin Yu also fell silent, not uttering a word.

ah-

In the silence, Chu Yun sneezed, her body trembling slightly.

Yan Jinyu could no longer hold back and said coldly, "The reason I asked Master Jinghai to treat you that day was not so that you would needlessly abuse your body today."

Chu Yun glanced up at him quickly, then lowered her head again and explained softly, "Something happened at home, and I was in a hurry... It was my fault, and I failed to live up to your expectations."

Hearing this made Yan Jinyu feel even more upset. No matter how big the problem was, was it more important than her health?

Yan Jinyu suppressed the pent-up frustration in her chest and said in a deep voice, "No matter what happens, you should take care of yourself."

Chu Yun blinked, looking at him with a probing gaze. "Thank you for your concern, young master."

Yan Jinyu's lips moved as if to refute that he hadn't cared about her, but when his gaze fell on Chu Yun's smile and clear eyes, he was momentarily dazed.

He averted his gaze uncomfortably, his right hand instinctively reaching for the sword at his waist.

Before Yan Jinyu could savor the sudden flutter in her heart, Li Huwei's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss, we've found Song Zhaoming!"

Chu Yun's eyes lit up, and she said to Qing Yuan and Qing Ying, "Go and take a look quickly."

After the two left, Chu Yun also stood up, and the brocade quilt slipped off her body, hanging pitifully on the bed.

Just as Chu Yun was about to take a step, Yan Jinyu frowned inwardly, took a few steps forward, and pressed down on her shoulder.

"It's cold outside, don't go out."

He practically stood in front of Chu Yun, encircling her.

Chu Yun couldn't see anything else, but she could sense his presence.

She stood there stiffly, her face gradually turning red, her mind a little dizzy, she could only nod stammeringly, and her body obediently sat back down.

By the time Chu Yun came to her senses, she had already sat back down on the bed, while Yan Jinyu was half-squatting in front of her.

He placed his left hand on Chu Yun's shoulder, and with his right hand he went behind Chu Yun and pulled the brocade quilt over her body.

"Now that she's back, there's no rush to see her." After saying this, Yan Jinyu slowly stood up, took one last look at Chu Yun, and then turned and left.

When Jin Yu met Song Zhaoming's gaze as he rushed in, she didn't stop. She glanced at Song Zhaoming's face and strode away.

He appeared calm on the surface, but a thought flashed through his mind: It's that person again!

A few days ago, Yan Jinyu returned to Huaisu Mountain to retrieve his sword and, along the way, picked up the silver needles that Song Zhaoming had used to attack him. The poison coated on them was extremely potent, capable of killing someone instantly upon drawing blood, demonstrating the ruthlessness of the poisoner.

This person is actually serving as a bodyguard for Chu Yun.

How could he feel at ease?

Yan Jinyu stood under the eaves for a while, picked up her umbrella, and walked into the rain.

Soon, his figure disappeared into the heavy rain.

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Inside the room, Chu Yun's gaze was fixed on the air in mid-air, her face blank with surprise.

"Miss, Song Zhaoming is back." Qingyuan came to Chuyun's side and said softly.

Chu Yun didn't react, looking completely lost.

Qingyuan raised her voice: "Miss, what are you thinking about?"

Chu Yun snapped out of her daze, her eyes darting away, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

She shifted her gaze slightly to Song Zhaoming, who was standing in the center of the room.

Song Zhaoming was soaked to the bone. His outer garment was nowhere to be seen, and he was only wearing an inner garment, which clung to his body and kept dripping water. Wherever he went, he left a long trail of water.

Her hair was wet, with stray hairs sticking to her temples, making her look like a drowned rat.

No one knows where he went or why he ended up in such a disheveled state.

Look closely, and you'll see the coat is right there in his hand.

He clutched his coat tightly to his chest, his eyes downcast, looking utterly pitiful.

Li and his group encountered Song Zhaoming about a mile outside the White Horse Temple. When asked where he had gone, he wouldn't say. He was like a gourd with its mouth sawed off. They had no choice but to escort him back.

"Where did you go?" Chu Yun frowned when she saw Song Zhaoming's pitiful appearance.

Upon hearing Chu Yun's words, Song Zhaoming looked up at her and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I...I..."

He talked for a long time but couldn't come up with a clear explanation, and Chu Yun became unusually angry.

"Explain yourself!" All her worries turned into a torrent of anger, so Chu Yun's tone sounded very different from usual, inexplicably carrying a cold and accusatory tone.

Song Zhaoming paused, pursed his lips, and looked bewildered.

"Don't be angry, I...I'll go buy you something to eat," he said hurriedly, taking out the clothes from his pocket as he spoke.

He opened the clothes in his arms, casually tossed them aside, revealing what was inside.

The first thing you see is an exquisite box.

Song Zhaoming opened the box, and several pastries came into view, their pinkish color and beautiful patterns carved on them.

The few perfectly preserved pastries stood in stark contrast to Song Zhaoming, who had been soaked to the bone and looked disheveled, making Chu Yun's eyes sting.

Chu Yun's words of reproach stuck in his throat, unable to come out at all.

The familiar box and pastries evoked Chu Yun's memories and made her realize where Song Zhaoming had gone.

"You, you've been out for so long just to buy these few pastries?" Chu Yun felt a lump in her throat.

Song Zhaoming nodded, "You don't have a good appetite. I wanted to buy you your favorite foods, but I didn't have enough money, so I couldn't buy much. It also rained on the way, and the osmanthus cake was spilled. There are only a few pieces of peach blossom cake left."

His eyes drooped as he spoke, looking very aggrieved.

But his concern for Chu Yun is truly touching.

Chu Yun's eyes stung, and she lowered her gaze, saying softly, "Qingyuan, Qingying, take him downstairs and get him properly cleaned up, lest he catch a cold and easily fall ill."

"Try it." Seeing that Chu Yun was about to send him away, Song Zhaoming felt a little disappointed.

He stared straight at Chu Yun, his eyes filled with both desolation and expectation.

Chu Yun was slightly taken aback, then nodded gently.

Seeing this, Qingyuan took the pastries from Song Zhaoming's hands and handed them to Chuyun.

Chu Yun picked up a piece of peach blossom cake and took a small bite.

Song Zhaoming's eyes lit up as he eagerly stared at Chu Yun.

Peach blossom cakes taste best when they're fresh out of the pan and hot. The peach blossom cakes that Song Zhaoming brought back had been sitting for a long time and had long since cooled down, so the texture wasn't very good.

Chu Yun smiled and nodded, "It's delicious, even better than what I usually eat."

The faint fragrance of peach blossoms filled her mouth, filling Chu Yun with boundless emotion.

Song Zhaoming smiled along with her, even though he was shivering from the cold. Seeing Chu Yun smile made him happy too.