My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage
Chapter 137 - 138: Ye Yunting’s Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 137: Chapter 138: Ye Yunting’s Unexpected Encounter

Chuxiang Garden.

After Chu Nanli had bombarded Zhuang Muyan with numerous questions, she finally let go of her concerns, her eyes brimming with relief.

"Very good, your comprehension and talent are both quite exceptional, but the most important aspect is your eagerness to learn."

Zhuang Muyan’s cheeks gradually reddened under the sincere tone of the woman, his baby face flushing.

Based on what he knew, his thick-skinned-claimed mentor was even younger than him by a year, yet when she spoke, she exuded a sense of steadiness and maturity.

It was a contradictory but harmonious sensation that uncontrollably drew his gaze.

"I’m grateful that my master doesn’t despise my dullness and is willing to teach me." Zhuang Muyan finished speaking, his ears too turning red.

By that time, breakfast was ready.

Chu Nanli stood up to invite Zhuang Muyan over: "Let’s have breakfast first. You can ask me anything you don’t understand afterward."

Zhuang Muyan asked, "Won’t it delay Master’s affairs?"

"I don’t have any important arrangements for the morning. It’s no bother."

Zhuang Muyan sincerely followed Chu Nanli, his tone indicating his pleasure: "Then I shall shamelessly take up Master’s time this morning."

The breakfast prepared in the kitchen was very light. Ever since Chu Nanli had started experiencing morning sickness, Yanyan made sure to inform the kitchen to cut down on the heavy dishes.

"Do you find it palatable?" Chu Nanli asked.

Zhuang Muyan hurriedly answered, "It’s delicious."

Midway through breakfast, Chu Nanli felt that nauseating churning in her stomach once again. She endured it and had to take two sips of bitter melon soup before the feeling subsided.

Zhuang Muyan did not notice anything amiss, but searching for a topic of conversation, he asked a question.

"Master likes bitter melon soup?"

"Yes, it’s not bad."

Chu Nanli, while dabbing her lips with a handkerchief, managed to hide the slight twitch of her mouth.

She couldn’t say she liked or disliked bitter melon, but she had never before thought to cook a pot of bitter melon soup first thing in the morning.

This was after she had a sudden realization the previous night that the flavor of bitter melon could alleviate her morning sickness, which prompted her to instruct Yanyan to include bitter melon in future meal plans.

Bitter melon was just an ordinary vegetable after all, even if an attentive person noticed that she ate it daily, they wouldn’t think of pregnancy.

"Then I’ll have a bowl too. I used to find it too bitter and never ate it at home." Zhuang Muyan bashfully smiled and helped himself to a bowl.

And then he took a sip.

Chu Nanli watched as his baby face scrunched up like a dumpling, and she couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

Zhuang Muyan’s face instantly became hot. Holding the bowl, he was at a loss, whether to put it down or to drink, and could only awkwardly make an excuse: "It turns out that bitter melon soup is much bitterer than the stir-fried version, ha ha, it has a unique flavor indeed."

Yanyan, who was assisting with setting the dishes, managed to hold back her laughter upon witnessing the scene.

The young master was unaware that the bitter melon soup prepared for his master had twice the amount of bitter melon than the usual recipe called for; how could it not be bitter?

The meal could be described as "guest and host enjoyed themselves fully."

After the meal, mentor and disciple returned to the courtyard, Zhuang Muyan took out an item from his sleeve.

Seeing this, Zhuang Muyan bashfully explained, "I wrote down all the questions I didn’t understand in these couple of days so I wouldn’t forget any."

Suddenly, Chu Nanli felt like she had picked up a diligent and eager student.

This one-sided guidance session from master to disciple lasted an hour before it came to an end.

When Zhuang Muyan left, he solemnly performed a salutation meant for mentors and disciples to Chu Nanli and said, "Master, you don’t have to worry about those unfriendly voices from the outside. One day, everyone will see your brilliance."

As he said this, his heart was truly full of sympathy, and for the first time, he realized that the estate was a cage imprisoning women. He was also once again puzzled by how Ye Yunting could be so blinded by Lin Fuying.

Carrying a heavy heart, Zhuang Muyan left the War God Residence.

As he got onto the carriage, Ye Yunting happened to return to the residence on horseback from another direction and caught a glimpse of Zhuang Muyan’s profile.

The man’s eyes darkened slightly, and after dismounting, he inquired from the bodyguard at the gate.

"The son of the Hanlin Academy’s grand academic visited?"

"Yes, he came to visit the Princess Consort."

"How long was he here?"

"Around an hour and a half."

Ye Yunting’s expression turned cold, a sullen mood rising in his heart.

He had spoken well of Chu Nanli in front of his mother, yet this woman was having a pleasant chat in the mansion with that so-called male disciple.

How splendid indeed!