Chapter 5.3

Wang Xi introduced her to each person one by one, and Wei Lan suddenly noticed the person she was most concerned about.

He was sitting under a peach tree, playing a game with a blue-robed teenager. Peach blossoms danced around him, and his face was calm and unfazed.

Wei Lan stopped in her tracks and said to Wang Xi, “Brother Wang, I see an acquaintance, go over and take a look.”

Wang Xi came to a halt and inquired, “An acquaintance? Who?”

“Fourth Young Master Xie.” Wei Lan imitated what others called him, and Wang Xi smiled calmly. Unlike the general nobility’s disdain for Xie Zichen in the information Wei Lan received from the Dark Guards, Wang Xi seemed unconcerned about Xie Zichen’s background and smiled, “Beauties are indeed sympathetic to each other since Brother Wei has found an acquaintance, Xi will go to the front courtyard to continue entertaining the guests.”

“Brother Wang, please.” Wei Lan smiled, raised his hand to send Wang Xi away, and walked to Xie Zichen’s side.

Xie Zichen was focused on his chess game and was unaware that Wei Lan was standing behind him; he only sensed that someone was watching the game from behind him and did not look back.

Wei Lan just stood there quietly watching him, his chess style ruthless and domineering in contrast to his opposite side’s casualness. After a quarter-hour, Wang Ning, who was sitting opposite him, finally sighed and said earnestly, “Ziechan, I’m afraid I won’t play chess with you again in this life if you don’t let me go again.”

Xie Zichen remained silent as he retrieved the chess pieces one by one. “It’s just that if you don’t go easy on me, I’d like to see who is willing to play chess with you,” Wang Ning said impatiently.

“Me.” Wei Lan smiled and stood behind Xie Zichen. Xie Zichen’s picking up chess pieces was slightly stiff, and he noticed the red-clothed boy sitting opposite him, his jade-like hand reaching out to the chessboard and accompanying him as he picked up the pieces one by one.

“Me.” Wei Lan responded with a smile from behind Xie Zichen. Xie Zichen’s movement of picking up chess pieces was slightly stiff. The red-clothed boy sat opposite him, his jade-like hand reaching out to the chessboard and accompanying him as he picked up the pieces one by one.

Xie Zichen slowly raised his head, met the gentle and affectionate gaze of the other party, and listened to the other party says: “Brother Xie, long time no see.”

Xie Zichen maintained a stiff expression and did not respond. He placed the chess pieces in the chess box, stood up, and prepared to leave. Wei Lan stood up, folded his hands between his sleeves, and smiled, “Brother Xie, why do you avoid me like snakes and scorpions?”

Wei Lan’s voice was not loud, but it still drew people’s attention.

Xie Zichen didn’t say anything because he wasn’t sure how he was going to say in public that the person in front of him was a Cut sleeve and that he was trying to make him a Cut sleeve as well.

As the two were deadlocked, Xie Jie emerged from the crowd, and as soon as he saw Wei Lan and the sullen Xie Zichen, he smiled and bowed respectfully to Wei Lan, “My brother is shy by nature, so I hope you will forgive me.”

Wei Lan shifted her gaze to the visitor, who was also a well-born character, with a handsome face and a good appearance. After looking at him steadily for a moment, she smiled and bowed, “I am Wei Lan of the Marquis of Chang Xin’s residence, I have returned to Shengjing for the first time, so I am a bit rusty, I don’t know your name, please forgive me.” (T/N: Take a shot for every “I apologize —-” you read in this chapter…..of Tea.No Alcohol people. It’s bad for your health.)

She was already attractive and spoke generously, quickly gaining the favor of the audience. “So it’s Wei Shi Zi, those who don’t know are not to blame, I am Xie Jie, the first son of the Xie family’s third house, how about you and I have a hand-to-hand game while talking?” Xie Jie smiled.

“Very well.” Wei Lan nodded and returned to her original seat. If you look closely, you can see that she is looking at Xie Jie with adoring and indulgent eyes. Others couldn’t see it, but Xie Zichen did.

He couldn’t help but stride in the opposite direction of Wei Lan, his best friend Wang Ning shook his folding fan and tsked, “This Wei’s son is a beautiful person, his appearance is really good, I’m not saying that I thought there would be no one better looking than you, but now that I’ve seen Wei’s son, I can see that I was the frog at the bottom of the well [1].”

“Avoid getting too close to him.” Seeing Wang Ning’s admiration, Xie Zichen gently reminded him based on friends’ morality. Wang Ning was stunned for a moment before asking, puzzled, “Zichen, you don’t like her?”

“Well.” Xie Zichen didn’t say much, just nodded and said solemnly, “She is sick.”

Wang Ning remained silent, cast a suspicious glance at Wei Lan, who was speaking to Xie Jie, and then returned his gaze to his indifferent friend, finally saying, “Zichen, you’re not jealous that she’s better looking than you, are you?”

Xie Zichen: “……”

Wang Ning slammed the fan in his hand and exclaimed, “It’s not true, is it?”

“You’re overthinking it.” This off-key best friend broke Xie Zichen’s heart; looking leisurely at the red-clad youth under the peach blossom tree in the distance, he said seriously, “She’s really sick.”

Cut sleeve, incurable disease.

The author has something to say:

Author: “Interview, Dian mo, do you think your lady is satisfied with today’s party?”

Dinamo: “Satisfied? Of course, she’s happy. Allowing her to attend a party full of aristocratic children is like allowing a wolf to enter a flock of sheep…… miserable.”

T/N: Finally!!! These chapters are just SO long! They take up too much time. I used to translate in parts but edit as a whole, but now I have just divided the entire thing into 3. Hopefully, the readers will find the shorter chapters easier to read. 

Back to the novel: the FL in this novel appears to be a complete scumbag; she’s one of those people who says, “Don’t worry, baby, even if I look at others, my heart will only be yours.” 

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