Chapter 9 – Hold my hand
Why look at my room? There’s nothing in my room.
No lewd things, no good stuff either…probably.
Wait, could it be that Huang Fu Wenqing has no excuse to divorce, so she wants to find inappropriate things in my room and claim I lack moral integrity, giving her justification to cancel the marriage?
Ah yes, as the esteemed daughter of a major clan, she would indeed have such craftiness.
Those who only shriek “How dare you hit me? Even my dad has never hit me!” are merely shrill women, not true noble ladies.
Learned something new.
“Young Master Yan Zhen?”
“Oh, if Miss Wenqing wants to go to my room, that’s fine. But let me be blunt first – there’s nothing interesting in there, you might just leave disappointed.”
Yan Zhen showed no difference in expression, while Huang Fu Wenqing maintained her noble lady demeanor.
“It’s alright, I just want to find a quiet place to sit for a bit.”
Then why not the rear gardens?!
The gardens have good scenery and environment, perfect for sitting as long as you want. But she insists on going to my room – surely she has another motive, right?
Yan Zhen felt he had seen through Huang Fu Wenqing’s intention.
“Well…this way, please.”
“Mm, okay.”
Just as Yan Zhen was about to step forward, he saw Huang Fu Wenqing extend her jade-like hand towards him, the long sleeve sliding down to reveal a fair wrist adorned with a crystal bracelet.
What does this mean? She wants money?
I’m broke.
Yan Zhen tilted his head: “This is…?”
“Aren’t you going to hold my hand?”
Huang Fu Wenqing tilted her head as well, posing the question back as if it was natural.
Why should I hold your hand? You’re not a little girl!
Suddenly, Yan Zhen had another realization.
This must be a noble social etiquette!
When escorting a lady around one’s home, holding her hand shows one’s gentlemanly grace, something like that.
Phew, he almost deviated from his “noble young master” persona. No matter what, as the lord’s son, he was different from ordinary folks.
“My apologies for being rude.”
Yan Zhen composed himself and seriously took Huang Fu Wenqing’s hand, feeling like he was grasping warm jade – smooth and supple.
The moment their hands touched, Huang Fu Wenqing’s heart skipped a beat, and her ears quickly reddened and grew hot under her hair.
Even though she suggested holding hands, she didn’t expect the “effect” to be so intense, making her so happy she could hardly suppress a sweet smile.
In her previous life, Yan Zhen had never been so gentle towards her…whether before or after she fell for him, the position she held in Yan Zhen’s heart was far below that of her mentor.
Their only intimate contact was when Yan Zhen rescued her with a princess carry from the mouth of a ferocious beast in the forbidden grounds, lasting only the duration of that battle.
She dreamed of that scene countless times, having to bathe and change clothes each time she awoke.
Huang Fu Wenqing restrained her inner joy, maintaining an elegant faint smile as she followed Yan Zhen towards his small courtyard residence.
As Yan Zhen said, his living quarters had no particularly noteworthy scenery.
As the lord’s son, his lodgings were just more spacious than his peers’, with more luxurious decor and finer furniture – commonplace for noble scions.
Yan Zhen held Huang Fu Wenqing’s hand as they passed through the standalone courtyard and entered his room.
“This is it.” Yan Zhen took the initiative to introduce. “The study area is to the left, bedroom to the right.”
Huang Fu Wenqing silently surveyed the room arrangement, seeming to take in every detail of Yan Zhen’s living environment.
This was the place he had lived for fifteen years, pervaded by his aura everywhere.
Huang Fu Wenqing closed her eyes, deeply inhaling as if to absorb the “Yan Zhen essence” from the air into her body.
“Miss Wenqing, is something wrong?”
“No, I just walked too quickly and got a bit winded.”
“Er…”
According to the novel, Huang Fu Wenqing was currently a five-star Mystic cultivator, so running a few miles wouldn’t tire her.
Yan Zhen was speechless but didn’t expose her lie.
Suddenly, he realized he was still holding her hand and quickly let go.
Strangely though, when he released her, Huang Fu Wenqing didn’t let go.
This great lady of the Huang Fu clan naturally grasped Yan Zhen’s hand, looking around his room with obvious interest, like an old lady visiting a grand garden and marveling at everything.
Yan Zhen’s mind became more active.
It seemed she really did want to find his “inappropriate possessions” in the room, which is why she scrutinized every corner so meticulously, more thorough than an elementary school detective!
But he truly didn’t collect things like erotic paintings or novels. After all, Yan Zhen used to be very close to his cousin Yan Menger, so he never needed such “paper companions.”
How careless of him!
If I had known earlier, I should have bought some erotic paintings and novels from the streets yesterday to give Huang Fu Wenqing an excuse for divorce, allowing the plot to proceed smoothly.
What do I do now? If she can’t find any inappropriate items, does Huang Fu Wenqing have other tricks up her sleeve?
In the small study room, Huang Fu Wenqing insisted on dragging Yan Zhen around for a full hour, making one want to yawn.
“Haah~”
And she did yawn, though lightly, covering her small mouth with her hand in a reserved yet elegant manner befitting a noble lady.
“Pardon me, I’m a bit tired.” Huang Fu Wenqing gave a faint smile. “Young Master Yan Zhen, may I rest here for a bit?”
What is she up to this time? Yan Zhen didn’t quite understand but still nodded.
“Of course, if you don’t mind, you can sleep on my bed.”
“Then I thank Young Master Yan Zhen.”
Huang Fu Wenqing’s manner was impeccable as she pulled Yan Zhen’s hand towards the bedroom area on the right.
Still not letting go? How long does she plan to hold my hand? Yan Zhen was stumped until another realization struck him!
Bed, hand-holding, resting…putting it together, the conclusion was: she wanted to lure him into making a mistake!
In other words, a honeytrap!
Coming to his room, giving him subtle hints, tempting him to make a move.
Once he truly did, oh no, he’d be done for. The five-star cultivator Huang Fu Wenqing would immediately subdue him and take him before the two elders, accusing him of lacking virtue to justify a divorce!
So this is the craftiness of a noble daughter? Quite insidious, but I like it!
The two arrived beside the bed.
Huang Fu Wenqing sat down like she was in her own home, finally releasing his hand, only to say:
“Young Master Yan Zhen, you must be tired too. Have a seat with me.”
She patted the space beside her.
According to his persona, Yan Zhen should blush and refuse. But instead, he casually complied and sat next to Huang Fu Wenqing without a change in expression.
As soon as he sat down, Huang Fu Wenqing grabbed his hand again.
Ah, here comes the hint.
No need to rush, let me play along!
“Young Master Yan Zhen, no, we shouldn’t be so formal between us. May I call you Yan Zhen? And you can call me Wenqing.”
“Okay, Wenqing~”
Those two syllables made Huang Fu Wenqing’s heart skip a beat.
In her previous life, he had never once called her “Wenqing”, always using the distant “Miss Huang Fu.”
Being able to reincarnate was truly wonderful!
Huang Fu Wenqing bit her lip before posing a question:
“Yan Zhen, what are your thoughts on our marriage?”
It had been a while since I wished to seek Truck-kun for an isekai trip. However, I didn’t plan to be isekai’d because I wanted a harem, I wanted to go and punch the dumb*ss protagonist!