Chapter 3

Liang Yan adjusted the brim of his hat and said: "She has already gone to my office, so you need not worry about her. She has gone to Hong Kong with the young master surnamed Jin, and she will not return until the money is spent. I am wondering, if I had known this would happen, would she regret sending you abroad in the first place?"

Liang Yan felt disappointed; he was simply humiliating himself. How can one force a woman who is unwilling to be entangled with you to do such things again

His protective nature is well-known in the Zhi Tai, as he does not allow others to manipulate her. Even when they stumble and fall to this point, nothing has changed compared to the past. In this regard, Nan Qin is very grateful to him; his stubbornness has often saved her from difficult situations, allowing her to have a foothold in the Feng family

You cannot escape if you wish to hide. He saw her first, and her face under the brim of the hat showed no expression as she said lightly: "Are you awake? What are you standing there for? Come down!"

She had no choice but to brace herself and go downstairs, fearing that she would appear unnatural, so she deliberately struck up a conversation, "You haven't left yet?"

He examined her with great satisfaction, then moved closer to her side to look at her wrist, which indeed bore a circle of bruises. He had known it would be like this, but fortunately, a lot could be accomplished in one morning. He took out a semicircular object from his riding pants pocket and said, "Put this on, and I won't make the headlines."

It is said that Nan Jia received a considerable amount of alimony. Liang Yan turned his face to look at the sun in the east, smirking somewhat mockingly, "Fifty thousand silver dollars is an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but you know how long Nan Jia can sustain such an expenditure; that remains uncertain." He then turned his gaze back to her, looking deeply into her eyes, "Yin Chu gained from the divorce with her. He should also attend today's wedding banquet."

As she saw him off, his steps suddenly slowed down as he descended the stairs. He turned back and said, "I almost forgot to tell you, your sister and Bai Yinchun have finished their lawsuit, and they are now officially divorced"

Now that I think about it, I feel rather foolish. It has happened so many times, and each time I believed she would send someone to keep an eye on his whereabouts, at least to inquire about his aide upon his return. Aren't women supposed to be jealous? He wanted her to know that he was spending time with other women; if she still cared, she would surely feel jealous, wouldn't she? She would be sad, right? Yet, no, how strange, not even once! He had long seen through it; her love was not even a tenth of what he had given. He wanted her to know that he was spending time with other women; if she still cared, she would surely feel jealous, wouldn't she? She would be sad, right? Yet, no, how strange, not even once! He had long seen through it; her love was not even a tenth of what he had given. Because she had someone else in her heart, marrying him was the result of various considerations. She merely needed a home, or rather, a place to settle.

He collapsed dejectedly to the side, both of them harboring their own thoughts, clearly sharing the same bed yet dreaming different dreams. After calming down for a while, he turned to look at her; she had her back to him, her frail figure curled up, appearing exceedingly pitiful. Liang Yan had no choice but to shift aside, pulling up the blanket to let her in.

He lifted one corner of his mouth and said, "The green leaves do not require you to take on the role; as the wife of Feng Liangyan, how could I possibly fall to such a state!"

The banquet awaited with great patience, watching her don the attire he had chosen for her was indeed a splendid affair. Nan Qin clearly possessed exceptional qualities, yet he never understood how to make the best use of them. Fortunately, he had a talent for discovering beauty and knew how to adorn her. He awaited her stunning appearance, a straight and translucent daffodil, wrapped in red paper during the New Year, is it not three times more beautiful than the arrival of spring

He pressed down on her just as she was eager to get up, yet he did not dare to exert too much force, "Want to run away? Where do you think you can go?"

The bracelet is approximately two inches wide, which has just resolved an urgent issue. Liang Yan let out a sigh of relief, turned back to the armrest of the sofa to retrieve her gloves, and while putting them on, advised her, "It doesn't matter if you go a bit earlier, just spend more time with De Yin. Don't worry about anything else; the servants will take care of it."

Go change," he said succinctly, "I still need to go to the Air Force Bureau.

A ray of morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, and Nan Qin woke up to find that he was no longer there. She instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, which was still warm; he should not have left yet. Although nothing significant had happened, it was still somewhat embarrassing to meet in the early morning. After lingering in bed for a while, she finally got up, completed her grooming, changed her clothes, and went downstairs. Upon reaching the corner of the staircase, she was surprised to find him still there, impeccably dressed in military attire, pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Nan Qinmeng was taken aback upon hearing the news, "How did they get divorced..."

She wore a blue and white floral velvet qipao, and although it was still slightly cool at the end of February, she draped a floral short cloak over it. Her attire was simple, yet the qipao was exquisitely tailored, and with her slender figure, the curves at her waist and hips could be grasped with just a clasp of her hands.

She is not the type of person who understands how to disguise herself to please men, yet an unintentional gesture or a fleeting glance is enough to ensnare him. The effects of the midday drink had long dissipated on the sofa at the residence of the Qingfei, and he is now quite sober, aware of what he desires. He married this woman, yet continues to live the same life he did when he was single. Sleepless on a lonely pillow, unwilling to indulge as he once did, he has inexplicably become a devout believer in marriage. The effects of the midday drink had long dissipated on the sofa at the residence of the Qingfei, and he is now quite sober, aware of what he desires. He married this woman, yet continues to live the same life he did when he was single. Sleepless on a lonely pillow, unwilling to indulge as he once did, he has inexplicably become a devout believer in marriage

Her strength is small, and that little resistance is merely like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. She only feels humiliation; he is often away from home, and she frequently hears about him accompanying some socialite to various events. After hearing it so many times, one becomes numb, and the heart grows harder. So when he wanted to kiss her, she turned her head away and said no

Nan Qin felt truly cold, and she knew it would not be easy to distract him. If she were to stay awake all night, she feared she would not be able to attend tomorrow's wedding banquet. She was a person of understanding and sensibility, without a maternal family to rely on, and her own position was not strong. When she first entered the Feng family, she was often criticized by Liang Yan's mother. Given the significance of De Yin's wedding, if she were to miss it, she was afraid it would upset her mother-in-law. Therefore, she decided not to think too much about it; when he lifted the quilt, she burrowed in, still unwilling to face him, lying on her side as usual. Given the significance of De Yin's wedding, if she were to miss it, she was afraid it would upset her mother-in-law. Therefore, she decided not to think too much about it; when he lifted the quilt, she burrowed in, still unwilling to face him, lying on her side as usual.

She did not shout or scream, but this cold demeanor was even more hurtful. He paused, his small frame covered by him; even though their bodies were intertwined, and their lips were merely two centimeters apart, the distance between their hearts remained so far.

"Hmm, I'll wait for you." He replied casually, as if it was always meant to be this way

He smiled casually, not waiting for her response, and got into the official car assigned to him by the Air Force.

The sound of heels approached from afar, and he looked up, his brow instantly relaxing. Nan Qin was right there, and her figure was beyond words. She wore a shoulder-length dress adorned with a diamond brooch, and beneath her short-sleeved qipao, a pair of jade-like arms were revealed. The delicate contours were embroidered with a vibrant stroke, making her beauty almost beyond reason.

Nan Qin said: "I just want to know where Nan Jia is now. She got divorced, why hasn't she called me?"

He clapped his hands, and the aide outside brought in three large gift boxes, placing them on the coffee table, saluting, and then retreating. Nan Qin did not make a move; she touched the pearl earrings on her ears, saying, "It seems inappropriate to wear a Western dress on such an occasion"

Nan Qin has no family to rely on, leaving her with no way to retreat. Liang Yan is aware of her weakness; she is a young lady from an old family, raised with traditional values. When her sister sent her abroad, she entrusted her to a friend studying in the United States, who is none other than Feng Liang Yan. A girl who does not speak English, arriving in a foreign land where she is unfamiliar with everything, has to depend on him in many aspects. Although their relationship is not particularly warm, there is still some affection. Later, when they got married, she devoted herself entirely to living with him. The first two months of their marriage were truly wonderful; she is not good at expressing herself, but she knows that her love exceeds her gratitude. Unfortunately, he fails to see this, and he begins to harbor many grievances against her, which she can sense even if he does not voice them.

He sat down to lift the lid of the box, opened the Xuan paper inside, and took out a set of black cheongsam adorned with red flowers. The silk thread inlay and gilded butterfly clasps indicated that it was the latest design from Xiangtai Company. The other two boxes contained a pearl shawl and high heels, both intended to complement this outfit.

Liang Yan sat there hesitantly, but in the end, he still lay down. Logically speaking, after being treated so coldly, he should have left in a huff long ago. Yet, for some reason, he managed to hold back this time. Perhaps it was because he missed the past too much, when there was someone by his side, within reach, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and security. Even after ten months of living apart, he still had not forgotten the feelings from their newlywed days. He turned slightly in her direction and suddenly felt that watching her from behind seemed quite nice. Perhaps it was because he missed the past too much, when there was someone by his side, within reach, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and security. Even after ten months of living apart, he still had not forgotten the feelings from their newlywed days. He turned slightly in her direction and suddenly felt that watching her from behind seemed quite nice

The two individuals in the darkness calmed down, unable to see each other, which instead made them feel more relaxed. The clock on the wall ticked, and it was unclear how much time had passed, but it was estimated to be about half an hour. Nanqin had maintained one position for too long, inevitably feeling stiff, and was just about to stretch her muscles. Before she could act, a warm, dry hand reached out. Unlike the usual recklessness, this time it was cautious. It found her arm and traced down to her little finger, intertwining tightly with hers. Before she could act, a warm, dry hand reached out. Unlike the usual recklessness, this time it was cautious. It found her arm and traced down to her little finger, intertwining tightly with hers.

Nan Qin frowned. Had he wasted so much time just to check her outfit? Undeniably, his taste was excellent, but was this attire not a bit too extravagant? She glanced at him, hoping to discuss it with him, but he lowered his head to light a cigarette, completely ignoring her. Nan Qin sighed and helplessly entered the dressing room

Nan Qin was somewhat surprised; warmth occupied a minimal part of Liang Yan's character. He studied military affairs, proficient in AEM & C (Airborne Early Warning and Control) and AAW (Air Defense Operations), yet he never spoke sweet words to her. During his pursuit of her, he was consistently arrogant and domineering, a behavior she had long since grown accustomed to. His recent actions, however, were irrational, causing her to feel both anxious and inexplicably heartbroken. Such a person, one she could neither love nor abandon, truly left her in a state of distress. She bit her lip, striving to restrain herself, yet tears still blurred her vision. It was strange; it seemed that only when external distractions were eliminated would he evoke her feelings. If that were the case, how she wished they were blind and deaf, not listening or seeing, perhaps they could continue on for the long haul.

She breathed lightly, her shoulders slightly rising and falling outside the quilt. Unconsciously, he reached out his hand; the brocade satin nightgown was patterned with dark water motifs, sparsely adorned with a few flowers highlighted by green leaves, in a very elegant color, yet it still stung his eyes. His hand paused slightly, then turned to pull the quilt covering her body, raising it a bit to cover her up to her neck, and then he turned off the bedside lamp.

Nan Qin was worried that he would be nitpicked again, and hurriedly said: "Today is a momentous day for De Yin, I am willing to be the green leaf."

Nan Qin was puzzled as she watched him separate two hollow gold pieces, which seemed to have a spring mechanism at the connection; with a gentle twist, it transformed into a bracelet. Just as she was admiring this design, he grabbed her hand and, like a police officer handcuffing a thief, clicked it shut, locking her in place.