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Sang Luan glanced around without making a sound and quickly noticed that there was an extra person on the table.

An elderly woman with silver hair sat in the main seat, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Feng Shinian, standing to the side, kept his eyes down and silently served food to the old woman.

The old woman had a very serious expression and was intently staring at the food in front of her.

Despite his age, his eyes shone brightly, and he was very energetic.

Feng Shinian sat to her left, and Feng Hengzhi sat to her right.

The original text doesn't mention Feng Heng's grandmother much, only a few words about her, but judging from the current situation, she is not someone to be trifled with.

No one in the entire room looked at her.

For a moment, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.

Sang Luan smiled slightly, cleared her throat, and stepped forward slowly, respectfully addressing the person in the main seat: "Luan'er was unaware that Grandmother had returned to the manor today, it's truly..."

"sit down."

The old woman picked up a slice of lotus root from in front of her and pointed to the empty seat opposite her without even looking up.

Sang Luan glanced at Feng Hengzhi without making a sound, then looked away after just one glance.

Well, there's not a single useful piece of information about this person's face.

She walked forward slowly and sat down calmly. Liu Wenxian, who usually talked non-stop from morning till night, was unusually quiet at this moment.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a hint of anger in Liu Wenxian's eyes and brows.

This was the quietest meal Sang Luan had ever eaten.

It wasn't until half an hour later that it finally came to a complete end.

Before Sang Luan could fully catch her breath, she saw the old woman gracefully wipe her hands, then calmly say, "After you finish eating, go back to your rooms and rest."

Sang Luan paused in her movements, glanced at the various delicacies on the table that were almost untouched, and tightened her grip on the bamboo chopsticks.

It's so frustrating. The delicious food is right in front of me, but I can't eat it.

She subconsciously touched the pastries in her sleeve.

Liu Wenxian couldn't help but glare at Sang Luan, "What are you still sleeping for? Hurry up and go to the ancestral hall for me..."

The old lady suddenly stood up, and the maidservant beside her quickly stepped forward to support her arm.

She said casually, "Let's skip it today."

Sang Luan's eyes lit up, and she was about to speak when the old lady added, "Keep it for now."

Liu Wenxian lowered her head silently, "Yes, I will follow Mother's arrangements."

Sang Luan sighed inwardly, deciding to have some pastries to tide her over when she got back.

However, before she could even feel happy, the old lady glanced at her casually again, "From today onwards, Furong Garden will cease to exist."

It no longer exists?

Sang Luan subconsciously looked at Feng Hengzhi, only to see him slowly get up, walk straight past her, and leave quickly.

Before long, Sang Luan understood what the old lady meant when she said that Hibiscus Garden did not exist.

inside the room.

Sang Luan and Feng Hengzhi were staring at each other, wide-eyed.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

Sang Luan tactfully sipped her tea, her mind racing.

Feng Hengzhi stretched out his arms and nodded his chin at Sang Luan, "Come on."

A hint of suspicion flashed across Sang Luan's eyes.

What's coming?

“Tonight is the first day after Grandmother returns from her Buddhist pilgrimage, and no one can go against her wishes.” Seeing that Sang Luan was still hesitant, Feng Hengzhi patiently spoke in a cold voice, “Let’s talk about the separate rooms after some time has passed.”

Sang Luan understood; this meant she was being asked to undress him.

She immediately stepped forward, her gaze fixed ahead, her hands slowly roaming over Feng Hengzhi's waist.

As soon as her hand touched her waist, Sang Luan felt a warmth coming from her palm.

It has to be said that Feng Hengzhi has broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a golden ratio waistline, making him a perfect clothes hanger.

No matter how you look at it, it's stylish.

She silently felt the texture of the lines coming from her hands.

The next instant, a hint of anger flashed in Feng Hengzhi's dark eyes. His eyebrows twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Sang Luan!"

Sang Luan's wrist was suddenly restrained, and a series of pains shot through it. Only then did she stop and lower her eyes slightly.

Her gaze instantly fell on Feng Hengzhi, only to find that she had tied the brocade ribbons on Feng Hengzhi's outer robe together in a messy and disorderly manner.

Sang Luan immediately withdrew her hand and subconsciously took a step back. "Husband, why don't you do it yourself?"

She struggled even to put on her own clothes, let alone receive Feng Heng's.

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Hengzhi suddenly looked up, staring coldly at her, and said, word by word, "What did you just call me?"

Feng Hengzhi's gaze was like that of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, deep and cold, with a hint of venom in its chill.

Just one bite can give you the feeling of being on the verge of death.

That kind of gaze, staring straight at her like that, made her feel a little scared.

Meeting Feng Hengzhi's gaze, Sang Luan involuntarily shrank back, then decisively changed her words, "Hengzhi..."

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Hengzhi impatiently interrupted her, "You'll be on the side couch tonight."

After saying that, he turned around, lifted his foot, and walked straight ahead.

Sang Luan looked around and saw that there was only one bed separating the side couch from the main couch.

Although it was a side couch, its luxury was in no way inferior to her Hibiscus Garden.

Before long, Feng Hengzhi took off his outer robe, revealing his inner garment.

Sang Luan glanced at it discreetly and immediately noticed the unusual color peeking through her undergarments.

Feng Hengzhi was clearly thin despite his clothes.

His bronze skin appeared exceptionally robust and defined under the candlelight.

Sang Luan couldn't help but take a second look.

Feng Hengzhi slowly lay down and glared fiercely at Sang Luan.

Sang Luan grinned at him immediately, "Sweet dreams, Brother Hengzhi."

The next moment, she decisively lay down and quickly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Hengzhi closed his eyes, and a moment later, he fell into a deep sleep.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls and bathing the entire room in a warm glow.

The light and shadow reflected on Sang Luan's face, adding a touch of softness to her small, delicate features.

Suddenly, a deep, hoarse voice rang out in the room.

Sang Luan frowned slightly, her beautiful brows furrowing. She groggily opened her eyes and struggled to get up.

He held his breath for a moment before realizing that the voice was indeed coming from the main bed.

She hesitated for a moment, but the murmur of the person not far away became clearer.

She craned her neck to look ahead and saw that the person on the main bed had his features tightly clenched together, looking very uncomfortable.

Without further hesitation, she lifted her clothes, slowly rose, and walked to the master bed.

She bent slightly, lowered her eyes, and looked at the person on the bed.

Feng Hengzhi had deep-set eyes and a high nose bridge. Even at this close distance, one could still vaguely see the stubble on his chin.

She had hoped to hear what the other person was whispering, but at that moment, the other person fell silent.

Could she have misheard?

Sang Luan yawned and was about to turn around and leave.

However, just as she turned around, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.