It was just etiquette, so he didn't use the chopsticks first. Wasn't it because he was waiting for her?
Murong couldn't suppress the hatred and anger in her heart.
She put the wine bottle down hard and opened her mouth to speak: "You..."
Gu Yilan looked at her quietly, her expression too indifferent.
Meeting his cold and sharp gaze, the bad breath that Murong was holding in her heart suddenly came out.
She showed a sad expression and begged softly: "Yilan, what do you want?"
In the past few years, he has become more and more indifferent to her.
In the beginning, I was willing to be perfunctory, but now I am not even willing to perfunctory anymore.
Thinking of the way he looked at Mu Yunhan today, Murong suddenly thought of another Mu Yunhan.
The other one, Mu Yunhan, had been dead for several years and was burned to ashes by her.
She suddenly felt a chill, and then she denied herself this chill.
She leaned over, held Gu Yilan's hand flatteringly, and begged softly: "Tell me, how do you want to be satisfied? I will do it, I will do it."
Gu Yilan looked at her hand holding his expressionlessly.
She retreated quickly and awkwardly, as if she had been burned.
The feeling of shame was overwhelming. She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she couldn't.
"You can eat, I won't disturb you anymore."
After she said this, she sat there and looked at the dinner table in front of her quietly, without pouring the wine or touching her chopsticks.
Gu Yilan finished a bowl of rice in silence, rinsed her mouth with tea, and washed her hands.
Seeing that she was still sitting there motionless, he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Murong shook her head, and a few crystal tears rolled down, staining her scarlet breasts.
She finally couldn't help it and sobbed very quietly, her thin back shaking violently.
Upon seeing this, the maid Ah Yue quickly took all the people serving her out.
"Why are you crying? You have to eat and be clothed." Gu Yilan said lightly: "Could it be that who dares to look down on you, a priest's wife?"
Murong covered her face with her hands, crying and shaking her head.
She cried until she couldn't breathe, so Gu Yilan didn't ask her any more questions, but sat quietly aside and looked at the dancing candlelight.
Finally, Murong stopped crying.
She stood up quietly, walked behind the screen and washed her face.
Without applying powder again, she walked directly to him and squatted down, looked up at him and said softly: "Yilan, do you have someone else in your heart? Don't you like me anymore?"
Gu Yilan lowered her eyes and looked at her: "Murong, let's not talk about this, okay?"
Anger arose in Murong's heart, and her lips trembled: "If we don't talk about this, what are we going to talk about?"
Gu Yilan said: "You and I are getting married because the interests of the two families are tied together to make them happy and make both families more prosperous. This has been done."
Murong desperately tried to suppress her anger, but she couldn't. She gasped, scratched her chest, and said sadly: "Gu Yilan, we are husband and wife. You told me not to talk about feelings, but about interests?"
"I..." Her voice became high-pitched uncontrollably, and unexpectedly, she saw that familiar sarcasm in his eyes again.
So she suddenly became discouraged and cried again: "But I remember that when we first got married, you obviously liked me very much."
On their wedding day, she clearly felt that he liked her.
He was gentle and patient with her, full of passion.
After that, things went from bad to worse. (To be continued)