An Ruo had to admit that Han Xiaofen was a very smart woman, at least the most sensible person she had ever seen.
She answered her: "There is no reason. The young master didn't want to eat, so he asked me to get him some porridge. Later, the young master understood my hard work and asked me to eat with them."
Han Xiaofen asked strangely: "The young master likes to eat the porridge you made? Have you ever made porridge for him?"
"Well, one night the young master was hungry, and everyone happened to be asleep, but before I could, I made some porridge for him." An Ruo told the truth.
Han Xiaofen smiled again, her smile was unpredictable.
"The young master is like that. He just wants to return the favor to anyone who treats him well, and doesn't want to owe anyone anything. Sister An, you go about your business. I'm going to do something too."
She stood up and took two steps, then turned back and asked: "By the way, Sister An, are you married? I haven't even heard you say anything about you."
An Ruo looked at her calmly, perhaps because the sun was a little bright, and even Han Xiaofen's smile was a little dazzling.
"I'm married." She said calmly.
The young girl smiled brighter and brighter, "I guess you are married too, Sister An. You and your husband must be very loving. Do you have children?"
An Ruo sighed in her heart, why would she be so scheming at such a young age? At her age, wouldn't it be better to be simple?
"I had a child before, but my current husband and I don't have any children." An Ruo said ambiguously, which was both true and confusing.
"That's it. Sister An, I wish you happiness." Han Xiaofen smiled innocently and left.
An Ruo looked away and continued working. She knew what she meant, and she was not afraid to answer her the truth. She just wanted to tell her the truth, so as to dispel Tang Yuchen's suspicion of her.
After working in the garden for a day, it got dark, and An Ruo changed out of her work clothes and planned to go back to the bedroom to take a shower and sleep. The living room was brightly lit, and usually the servants had not rested at this time.
An Ruo walked into the living room and saw Tang Yuchen sitting on the sofa drinking alone. There was no one here except him.
As soon as she walked in with her front foot, she wanted to escape with her back foot. Why did she meet him alone again?
"Stop." Tang Yuchen called to her. He turned his head and his dark eyes met her twinkling eyes.
"Master...have you not rested yet?" An Ruo stood there and asked him in a low voice. In front of him, she always behaved submissively. Only in this way can she reflect the relationship between master and servant.
Tang Yuchen put down the wine glass, stood up and walked slowly towards her. Every time he took a step, her heart beat faster. When she smelled the faint smell of alcohol coming from him, her heartbeat had already been disrupted.
"Master, do you have any orders?" An Ruo asked him calmly with a calm face.
Tang Yuchen stopped half a step away from her. He looked at her and frowned slightly: "Am I scary?"
An Ruo was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"Since I'm not scary, why do you want to run away every time you see me?"
"I don't."
The man slightly twitched his lips, revealing a faint sarcasm, "No?"
He lowered his head slightly, got close to her, looked into hers with his dark and deep eyes, and said softly: "Look, you want to turn around and run away now."
She wanted to run away, not because she was afraid of him, but because she didn't dare to face him alone.
