Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 31

In the book 'The Powerful Minister', the author carefully wrote Zhao Wenyan's love for the original owner that should happen a year later.

But after she transmigrated, Song Luan didn't get along with Zhao Wenyan happily, and they even seldom spoke, how could Zhao Wenyan like her?

But looking at Zhao Nanyu, he seemed to be telling the truth. Song Luan thought for a moment and the details that she had neglected for a long time. She had been deliberately trying to avoid the storyline before the events in the book happened.

But although some things had changed, the result was not different.

She worked hard to create the image of a good wife and mother in Zhao's house.

She wanted the man to show mercy and spare her life, but she was still poisoned, though not deeply yet.

She intended to avoid contact with Zhao Wenyan and didn't want to let the boy with a miserable ending fall in love with her, but he still did.

Some details that she didn't notice before seemed to confirm her speculation. The endings and other emotional lines of people around her had changed. It seemed that everything related to her was slowing walking towards the line of the original book.

Song Luan's mind was a little confused. She shook her head and wanted to throw away all the bad ideas in her mind, so as to avoid scaring herself.

She smiled laughed and tried to say in a light and lively tone, "Ah Yu, are you drunk?! You began to say silly things."

Zhao Nanyu was not drunk. He said this sentence deliberately to scare her. He wanted to see what kind of performance she would have.

He didn't plan to calculate such old accounts with her. He knew that Song Luan's past would kill him.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, still closed his eyes. "Mhm, I'm drunk."

Song Luan exhaled steadily from her chest, and helped him with difficulty. "Then go to bed earlier."

"I have a headache."

"......." Song Luan then said, "Maybe you drank too much."

"Yes."

Zhao Nanyu refused to say what he wanted her to do, and Song Luan was too lazy to guess. She helped Zhao Nanyu to the bed and took off his shoes. "I'll go to the kitchen and bring you a bowl of sober soup."

Zhao Nanyu held her cuff tightly with one hand. "I don't want to drink it."

He didn't want to drink, and Song Luan just didn't want to serve. At this time, she was tired physically and mentally. She just wanted to roll into the bed and get a good sleep.

Song Luan looked down and saw his face-like-jade. The man's lips were red, his eyes were beautiful, and his facial features were vividly more exquisite. She licked her lips and looked at Zhao Nanyu's alluring face a hundred times more and felt that her tiredness dissipated.

Song Luan unconsciously stretched out her fingers and carefully painted his face with her touch. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing, and quickly took back her hand and felt that her fingertips were hot.

Song Luan forgot to take off her clothes and laid traight to the bed. Her back faced the man as she drifted soon to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Song Luan felt very hot in her sleep. Her forehead began to sweat, and drops of water began to drip down the outline of her cheeks.

Song Luan couldn't wake up in her dream. She only felt that she was trapped in a stove and was blocked by iron walls in four directions. She was forced into a small room and her limbs seem to be trapped–unabling her to move.