My best friends both transmigrated into a book and married powerful officials; she left me and I lef

Jiang Zhuo thought for a moment, then said softly, "Also, no matter how they try to get you to open the door tonight, none of you are allowed to make a sound. Do you understand what I mean?"

Everyone lowered their eyes and then nodded.

Seeing this, she felt relieved and left with Qi Shangqing.

Front Garden.

Jiang Zhuo kept turning back to look at him, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

Qi Shangqing glanced at her sideways and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. "Madam, you seem to be having a very happy time tonight."

She casually picked up a pastry from the side, took a small bite, and after a long while, said nonchalantly, "Of course, after all, haven't you and I always wanted a grandson? While You Ning's health isn't too bad yet, and the two of them have just gotten married, it's the best time to have a child."

Qi Shangqing shook his head. "In my opinion, these two children have no feelings for each other at all. Even if you lock them together like this, it won't help."

“How could it be useless?” Jiang Zhuo waved his hand, looking unconvinced. “Feelings are all cultivated. The prerequisite for cultivating feelings is that two people have to be together. These two people are in different places during the day, one in the east and one in the west, and they can’t even meet. How can feelings possibly develop?”

She paused, picked up a teacup from the side, tilted her head back and took a sip, muttering softly, "Besides, didn't we do the same thing back then before everything happened?"

*

Qi Ran stared blankly at the person in front of him. He first looked up at Meng Youning, then at the bamboo tube on the table, still looking puzzled.

This was the twentieth time Meng Youning had demonstrated it to him.

Before each demonstration, he believed he would grasp the essence of it.

But even now, he is in the same state as he was the first time.

Qi Ran scratched his head, his eyes darting around, a smile spreading across his face, "How about again..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Youning knew what he wanted to say.

Her expression changed instantly, and she gently rubbed her wrist. "Young Master, even if you still have the strength to watch, I don't have the strength to continue demonstrating for you."

Qi Ran's gaze slowly fell on Meng Youning's wrist, which she was rubbing.

Before she knew it, her wrist had turned red.

It was especially noticeable on her fair and delicate skin.

Qi Ran coughed lightly, then slowly straightened up, leaving only the words "Come again tomorrow" before turning away.

However, when he got to the door, he found that he couldn't open it no matter what he did.

He paused, then pounded on the door with even more force than before.

He shouted loudly, "Is anyone outside?"

He could vaguely see figures moving around outside through the window, but no one responded to him, and no one came to open the door.

After a moment's thought, he realized that someone must have deliberately left him here.

He cursed under his breath as he turned sideways, and Qi Ran had no choice but to slowly turn back around.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he turned his head sharply, staring intently at Meng Youning.

Meng Youning looked puzzled and was about to speak when, in the next moment, Qi Ran quickly stepped forward and grabbed one of Meng Youning's hands.

A sharp pain shot through her wrist, and Meng Youning involuntarily frowned.

She tried to pull her hand back forcefully, but found it was no use.

Qi Ran's brows furrowed with barely concealed anger as he asked, word by word, "Did you do it?"

"What?" Meng Youning was taken aback and blurted out instinctively.

Qi Ran applied a little force, and Meng Youning couldn't help but cry out in pain.

She reached out a hand and slapped Qi Ran's hand hard, then pulled her hand back forcefully in the gap.

At this moment, a few glistening tears had already formed in the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that she truly seemed to know nothing, Qi Ran hesitated for a moment.

Immediately, he silently withdrew his hand.

His gaze inadvertently fell upon the tears in Meng Youning's eyes. He bit his lip and subconsciously reached out to wipe them away for her.

The tears were burning hot, while the skin was icy cold.

A cold sensation came over her, and Meng Youning couldn't help but shrink back.

Qi Ran stood there somewhat at a loss. "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier. We're locked up here now."

He paused for a moment, then said, "In my opinion, we'll probably have to stay in the same space tonight."

Meng Youning lowered her eyes and secretly pouted in a corner where Qi Ran couldn't see her.

She now understood why Qi Ran had been so agitated earlier.

So you think you arranged everything yourself?

She silently walked to the side, then slowly sat down, staring straight ahead while constantly rubbing her wrists.

The atmosphere around the two of them immediately quieted down.

Qi Ran touched his nose, and after a while, he slowly walked over to Meng Youning and found a seat.

He leaned forward slightly. "Anyway, I can't get out right now, so why don't you just teach me how you did it? I promise I'll never treat you like that again."

He raised his right hand, extending three fingers, his tone resolute.

Meng Youning closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and ignored her.

Qi Ran seemed to realize that he had gone too far, and he silently picked up a plate of pastries from the side.

Then he gently placed it in front of Meng Youning, saying, "Have some sweets, it'll make you feel better."

Seeing that the other party still did not react, he said slowly, "If that doesn't work, just hit me a few times."

After saying that, he leaned closer to Meng Youning.

At the same time, he was quite certain in his heart.

He clearly didn't use much force just now, so why does Meng Youning look so uncomfortable?

Meng Youning lowered her eyes, a strange light flashing in them.

“Since Young Master is going to be here tonight as well,” Meng Youning stood up, covering her reddened wrists, “then Youning can sleep on the side couch.”

"No need!" Qi Ran stood up abruptly, patting his chest forcefully. "I'm a grown man, how can I let a woman like you sleep on the side couch? If anyone should sleep, it should be me!"

Then, he didn't bring up the matter of having Meng Youning continue to teach him about bamboo tubes.

Meng Youning was about to lift her foot.

However, as soon as she made a move, she suddenly started coughing violently.

One cough after another echoed in the room.

Her face changed color in the blink of an eye.

His usually cool and aloof expression was now tightly furrowed.

A sense of unease quickly welled up in Meng Youning's heart.

She instinctively reached out and pressed her hand tightly against her chest, trying to catch her breath.

Qi Ran paused, and upon hearing the commotion behind him, instantly turned around and sprinted towards Meng Youning.

He looked at Meng Youning somewhat flusteredly, unsure of how to react.

Meng Youning spoke with difficulty, "Put a pat on my back."

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Qi Ran asked softly, patting Meng Youning's back patiently as he bent down to look at her.