He had only been gone for two days when someone came to seek refuge at the Left Prime Minister's residence.
"Which room is she in? I'll go find her." Yan Zhen turned and left.
Jinglan paused slightly with her paintbrush, then raised her eyelashes and said calmly, "She hasn't gotten out of bed yet. It would be inappropriate for you to go now, especially since she probably hasn't had time to change her clothes."
Yan Zhen's face suddenly darkened, and he glanced at Jing Lan sideways, saying, "What do you mean?"
Jing Lan smiled faintly: "It means exactly what you think."
Yan Zhen sneered: "I was wondering how the Left Prime Minister, who is usually as noble as a lotus, could have done something so beastly?"
Jing Lan smiled but wasn't angry, saying, "You and I are in the same boat."
When An Xin was woken up, her head still hurt a little. She had drunk too much yesterday and had fallen asleep after a few rounds of drinks. She was a good drinker and probably wouldn't do anything crazy while drunk.
An Xin sat up, glanced at Qian Tao to the side, and said indifferently, "The Left Prime Minister's residence?"
Qian Tao nodded.
An Xin then asked, "Did I sleep here last night?"
Asami nodded again.
An Xin rubbed her temples and said, "I know, you can go now."
Qian Tao smiled and said, "Miss An, the Left Prime Minister instructed you to have a meal after you wake up. I have prepared a meal for you. Please get up and have some."
An Xin's stomach ached a little from drinking, and she secretly regretted that she had drunk too much yesterday and had fallen into a deep sleep. She didn't have much of an appetite, but she still waved her hand and said, "Okay, go and prepare."
Asahi responded and left.
An Xin was about to get up when she heard the door being pushed open again. She couldn't help but ask, "What is it now?"
There was no sound outside the door. An Xin frowned slightly and saw a pair of men's shoes through her angle. She asked, "Is it the Left Prime Minister?"
The shoe walked over, lifted the curtain, and revealed a beautiful face full of annoyance.
An Xin was taken aback: "Yan Zhen? It's you?"
How could it be him? She must be extremely surprised, never expecting to return so quickly after she left? Heaven knows how much she missed him that she rushed back overnight, only to find him sleeping in someone else's bed!
"Come with me." Yan Zhen took her wrist and walked outside.
An Xin had a terrible headache. When he suddenly pulled her, she felt dizzy and saw stars. She shook him off and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"
Yan Zhen glared at her: "What should I do? If I had come back a few days later, should I have called you the Left Prime Minister's wife?!"
An Xin was bewildered by his outburst and angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Why are you acting crazy as soon as you get back?"
Yan Zhen said angrily, "This is Jing Lan's room, yet you slept here all night, and you dare to accuse me of talking nonsense?"
An Xin glanced around and rolled her eyes, saying, "How was I supposed to know this was his room!"
Yan Zhen was practically overflowing with jealousy. What did she mean by how she knew this was his room? How had she spent the entire night without even noticing?!
When he got angry, his eyes turned a deep brown, and a storm seemed to be brewing. An Xin raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"
Yan Zhen was so taken aback by those words that she almost choked and immediately turned her face away.
An Xin smiled wryly and sighed, "I was drunk yesterday, and I don't know what happened afterward."
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Yan Zhen felt his head burning with rage, as if it were about to steam. What did she mean by "she didn't know what happened afterward"? Didn't this woman know that alcohol can lead to promiscuity?!
The thought that Jing Lan, that hypocritical scoundrel, might have touched him made him want to burn down the Left Prime Minister's residence.
"You don't believe me, but you don't believe the Left Prime Minister either?" An Xin keenly sensed what he suspected. Although she was angry, she felt that since it was a misunderstanding, it was necessary to clarify it. Besides, given Jing Lan's character, he would never take advantage of her.
Yan Zhen gritted her teeth and said, "I believe he is the one who has truly seen a ghost!" Even if Jing Lan turned to ashes, he would still be jet black.
An Xin said helplessly, "You don't trust him, and you don't trust me either? We agreed to trust each other, didn't we?" In the end, Yan Zhen's angry outburst meant that she didn't trust her at all!
Yan Zhen suddenly stopped.
An Xin said calmly, "I slept soundly last night. Believe it or not, I'm going to eat." As she spoke, she walked out, but Yan Zhen grabbed her, pressed her against the door, and leaned down to kiss her forcefully.
An Xin already had a headache, and the lack of oxygen made it even worse. When she heard Yan Zhen's next sentence, her headache was so bad that she was about to explode.
He said, "I don't believe you, I want to check."
Chapter Ninety-Three Letter
This is the Left Prime Minister's residence; we can't let him run wild here!
Besides, what do you mean he doesn't believe it?
An Xin was genuinely angry. She pushed him hard and said coldly, "Of course you don't believe me. Even if the Right Prime Minister did believe me, he should believe his fiancée! What are you doing here bothering me?"
Yan Zhen had intended to joke with her, but she hadn't expected her to say such a thing. However, upon further reflection, she realized that the veiled remark sounded just like someone who was jealous, so she became happy again and said with a smile, "Are you jealous of Xi Ruo?"
An Xin raised an eyebrow and said disdainfully, "Jealous of her? Why would I be jealous of her! I still have things to say to the Left Prime Minister, I'm leaving!" An Xin was too lazy to argue with him and turned to walk out, but Yan Zhen reached out and grabbed her. His lips fell to her ear, and his gentle breath tickled her earlobe, making An Xin's heart beat faster.
"Is it because I didn't explain myself clearly enough?" He smiled, yet his words were captivating.
An Xin's nerves skipped a beat, and she raised an eyebrow at him: "What do you mean?"
"That's what it means to stay away from him."