"Tanâer sees w.a.n.g Ye." When Qu Tanâer walked to the center of the room, she stopped and humbly gave blessings to Mo Liancheng. She turned her eyes to Mo Jingxuan, who was sitting on the side. Wanting to speak, but couldnât figure out his Ident.i.ty, she finally decided itâs better to say nothing at the moment.
"It turned out to be . I am Mo Jingxuan who is ranked 14th. Itâs okay for sister-in-law to call me fourteen." Mo Jingxuan smiled but the smile didnât reach his eyes. From the moment she first looked at him, he knew her doubts.
(smile didnât reach his eyes : fake smile, usually when people smile from their hearts their eyes unconsciously tend to bend into a crescent moon so not reaching the eyes meaning his eyes didnât bend)
"It turned out to be the fourteenth w.a.n.g di. Tanâer suddenly came over. I wonder if Iâm disturbing w.a.n.g Yeâs business?" Qu Tanâer chuckled and turned her eyes back to Mo Liancheng, questioning.
(w.a.n.g di : di means junior or younger brother, princeâs younger brother or young prince)
"You worry a lot. In fact, itâs nothing important that my eighth brother has to scold you about. We were just talking casually. Since the eighth sister-in-law is here, it is better to sit down and talk together." Mo Jingxuan smiled carelessly.
"Tanâer dare not, Tanâer is a mere woman of a Taoist family, knows not to improperly involve herself in menâs affairs, following fatherâs teachings, w.a.n.g Yeâs business is not something Tanâer can ask about, neither can have an opinion about."
"That..." the corner of Mo Jingxuanâs mouth twitched, weirdly staring at the Qu Tanâer.
(corner of the mouth twitching: a phrase meaning that someone is speechless, wanting to say something but just does not know how or what to say)
Mo Liancheng, sitting in front of the desk, never spoke. His sight would occasionally sweep toward Qu Tanâer yet quickly retreat, stopping on her in a fleeting moment.
"w.a.n.g Ye should not have had breakfast yet. Tanâer brought some snacks. Itâs best if w.a.n.g Ye could eat it first. If there is nothing else he needâs Tanâer for, Tanâer will not bother you more. If w.a.n.g Ye still needs something, he can ask for a maid to inform me and I will come over soon." Qu Tanâer went to the desk, put the plate down, slightly lowered her head, putting on a gentle look.
When she finished her words, she did not wait for the answer of Mu Liancheng, turned directly going out taking the same way she came in with.
"Does not eighth sister-in-law want to stay?" Mo Jingxuanâs face twitched, he is really doubtful of what he just saw.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
(face twitching: again itâs being speechless, think of it as the three black lines that appear on the faces of anime/manga/manhwa/manhua etc. characters)
"No, Tanâer knows that the study is heavy place, not a place for Tanâer to stay at , so~ "
(heavy place: not literary heavy but more as itâs a very important place and being in it bears a heavy responsibility which is hard to put up with.)
"Since youâre already here, then stay." Mo Liancheng opened his mouth unhurriedly, with his head slightly lifted, and eyes fixedly staring at the back of Qu Tanâer, he could clearly see her back becoming stiff after hearing his words.
"Yes." Qu Tanâer called while pouting standing at the doorway.
The next moment... She turned back, and everything returned to its original position as it nothing happened here.
Then...
"I wonder where Tanâer should sit?" (Qu Tanâer talking in third party about herself)
"Itâs so boring." Mo Jingxuan suddenly popped up a sentence, but it was vague and too random to be true.
" Fourteen younger brother , what are you talking about?" Qu Tanâer looked at Mo Jingxuan doubtfully.
" Iâm saying, this tea is delicious. I havenât had such a good tea for a long time."
"Oh, then fourteenth younger brother should drink a little more."
"well." After Mo Jingxuan heard her, it was much harder to stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
"Come on and grind the ink for ben w.a.n.g." Mo Liancheng swept his eyes toward Qu Tanâer, his head went down, slowly until his sight was set on his own painting.
(To make ink, an ink stick is ground against an ink stone with a small quant.i.ty of water to produce a dark liquid which is then applied with an ink brush. Artists and calligraphers may vary the concentration of the resulting ink according to their preferences by reducing or increasing the intensity and duration of ink grinding)
"Yes." Qu Tanâer smiled slightly and whispered back softly. Looking just like a standard good wife, both in voice and att.i.tude. Everything seemed perfect. Even she couldnât help applauding for herself. It seems that she really has talent for acting. It is really regrettable. Why did she not choose art school?
Then, with her head lowered down, she slowly walked over, glanced at the situation on the table, without questioning, she directly held the ink stick and slowly started grinding the ink.
One , two circles, three circles...
Each time she grinds some ink, her line of sight sweeps the painting in front of Mo Liancheng.
(T/N : Iâm sorry if itâs confusing for u but in Chinese novels youâll have to get used to characters talking about themselves as a third party, I wanted to convey it better but itâs a bit hard so Iâll keep on the third party way of talking until I find a better solution. I appreciate any suggestions u make ~~~)