The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 63 An Old Friend

"Yes."

Watching Yuzhi's figure gradually walking away, Lin Mowan's steps became slower and slower, until she finally stopped completely.

Yuzhi's figure had just disappeared from the corner when suddenly a big hand grabbed Lin Mowan's arm from behind and pressed her against the wall. A huge shadow pressed down.

Lin Mowan tilted her head, and the man buried his head in her neck, sniffing her scent almost intoxicatedly, his warm breath sprinkled on her skin. When she thought that this man was Zhou Shiran, Lin Mowan wanted to draw her sword and stab him to death right now.

But killing someone here would make the target too obvious and it would be too easy to expose herself, so she finally endured it and raised her hand to push his chest hard, pushing him away.

He raised his head from her neck, his breathing was obviously a little unbalanced, his fiery eyes seemed to stare a hole through her. He didn't walk too far, still holding her against the wall, slowly approached her, and asked in a low voice: "Is it not possible?"

Lin Mowan looked up at him, trying not to show any resistance in her calm eyes, then she raised her hands and cupped his cheeks, seemingly being intimate with her, but in fact she saw through his desire to kiss her, so she could control him and keep a certain distance from herself.

She looked regretful: "Of course not, but I don't want Qiao Niang to be sad. You don't want to be sad either, right? Then we can't be here."

But Zhou Shiran said, "It doesn't matter. She had fallen asleep before I came out. She won't know."

As he said this, he broke free from her hand and was about to kiss her. Lin Mowan turned her face away, and parted her lips with his. She said in embarrassment, "Brother Zhou, although I really like you, please don't do this. I really don't want to make Qiao Niang sad."

Seeing this, Zhou Shiran stopped talking, but there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Lin Mowan also noticed it, but still gently pushed him away and said, "Anyway, I will be yours sooner or later, why are you so anxious?"

After these words came out, Zhou Shiran's face looked better. Lin Mowan stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. In a place where he couldn't see, her eyes were cold, but the voice she spoke out was full of ambiguity and longing: "Brother Zhou, I really like you, you must not leave me."

Feeling the dependence of the beauty in his arms, Zhou Shiran felt a little dizzy. He felt that the peace in his heart that had been silent for a long time seemed to be broken by the sudden intrusion of a little deer. He couldn't help but hugged Lin Mowan tightly in his arms.

From Lin Mowan's perspective, she could just see a figure standing in the corner. As expected, it should be Luo Qiaoniang.

During this brief stalemate, Lin Mowan suddenly thought of what she learned when she went to Yuxiang Tower not long ago.

That day, she stood in front of the window as usual, drinking hot tea in her hand, watching the busy streets. People were hurrying by, but she saw a familiar figure not far away. It was Zhou Shiran and Luo Qiaoniang's family of three.

They walked onto the street, and from a distance they looked like a perfect match, and Lin Mowan just watched with interest.

Until Liu Yinghong twisted her slender waist and came over, and saw Lin Mowan staring in a trance, she didn't call her, but just followed her gaze and naturally saw the family of three.

Liu Yinghong suddenly chuckled: "Oh, it's him."

Lin Mowan turned around when she heard the voice, and happened to see Liu Yinghong looking very interested. She guessed that there must be something fishy going on, and couldn't help asking, "Aunt Hong knows her?"

Liu Yinghong did not answer immediately, but chuckled, her seductive eyes turned slightly, and her eyes met with Lin Mowan's. She smiled mysteriously, glanced behind her again, and made sure there was no one else, then said: "He is a frequent visitor of our son."

Hearing this, Lin Mowan's expression became a little subtle. She looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say the next word.

Liu Yinghong was silent for a moment, then walked to the window, leaned her lithe body against the window frame, stared at Zhou Shiran who was walking below and said, "For men, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret lover, and a secret lover is not as good as not being able to steal." Lin Mowan still didn't say anything. At this time, the man and his family of three downstairs had disappeared from sight, but Liu Yinghong suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Mowan: "Why, do you know each other?"

Lin Mowan lowered her eyes and said calmly, "An old friend."

Liu Yinghong nodded, as if thinking about something, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she stood up and left. Before she walked out the door, she stopped and looked back. After hesitating for a while, she said, "If you don't believe it, you can ask other sisters."

Lin Mowan smiled but said nothing. She had no reason not to believe it. After all, she was lucky to have Liu Yinghong's help in many things. But this incident really surprised Lin Mowan...

At this time, on the corridor of the theater, Luo Qiaoniang, who was hiding in the dark, could no longer control her anger, and rushed out from the darkness with a few big strides.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Lin Mowan secretly curled the corners of her lips, and then she heard Luo Qiaoniang shouting, "Zhou Shiran! What are you doing!"

Zhou Shiran was startled and pushed Lin Mowan away reflexively. Lin Mowan did not resist. She staggered a few steps and slammed her back against the wall. She groaned uncontrollably in pain. When she raised her eyes, she looked at Zhou Shiran, who looked panic-stricken, with an incredible look.

Zhou Shiran didn't care about that at the moment. Facing Luo Qiaoniang's shocked and painful eyes, he hurriedly explained: "It's her, Qiaoniang, it's all her fault. She took the initiative."

Lin Mowan stood aside, not saying anything, but frowning, with a hurt expression on her face, her eyes red, and her appearance of wanting to cry but not crying was really adorable. She timidly and tremblingly called out, "Brother Zhou..."

Zhou Shiran, who just wanted to have a deep exchange with Lin Mowan, looked at her again with a disgusted expression as if he had eaten a fly. He even said, "Shut up! I couldn't sleep just now so I came out to get some fresh air. I didn't expect to meet her halfway. She didn't say anything, but rushed over and hugged me."

As he spoke, his tone was full of self-blame and fear, like a victim. He paused, turned around and held Luo Qiaoniang's hand again, and said sincerely: "Qiaoniang, you understand me. I only have you in my heart. How could I do such a thing? Qiaoniang, you must believe me."

Looking at the man with superb acting skills in front of her, Luo Qiaoniang gritted her teeth and tears fell uncontrollably. She was so angry that she could hardly speak and she just kept gasping for breath.

In the end, she broke free from his hand, and finally didn't say anything else. She just turned her head and looked at Lin Mowan with a very warning look.

Lin Mowan felt wronged, tears were falling down, and she looked very sad. Luo Qiaoniang opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything to attack her, she just said: "You go."

These words were naturally spoken to Lin Mowan.

Lin Mowan stood there, shaking her head helplessly. The pain, sadness, and helplessness made her whole body tremble uncontrollably. She wanted to explain something, but the words turned into silent tears when they came to her lips.

She turned her head and looked at Zhou Shiran beside her, looking at him pleadingly as if for help, as if begging him to explain something, but the man just turned his eyes away guiltily and cruelly.

She could only cry and look at Luo Qiaoniang with a troubled look: "No, no... I didn't..."

Luo Qiaoniang looked at Lin Mowan with disappointment for the last time, then dragged Zhou Shiran away quickly. Lin Mowan took two steps forward and chased after them, saying, "I really didn't, it wasn't me..." But in the end, she could only watch them disappear at the end of the corridor.

Standing in the empty corridor, Lin Mowan's emotions gradually subsided, and the originally tangled and struggling expression on her face disappeared. Although there were still tears on her face, the emotions in her eyes had long since returned to a stagnant state.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand gracefully to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, turned around, and left in the opposite direction without any reluctance.

(End of this chapter)