Miss Truth
Chapter 169 - 108: Astonishment upon Seeing a Celestial Being_2

Chapter 169: Chapter 108: Astonishment upon Seeing a Celestial Being_2

Ran Yan was completely bewildered, gentle and virtuous? She had hinted to him? Although Ran Yan had once been a materialist, now even faced with time-travel, she couldn’t help but suspect that Sang Chen had encountered some kind of fox spirit or demon, because what he said seemed to have nothing to do with her at all.

"Wait a minute, when have I ever been gentle? When have I ever been virtuous? And when have I been kind-hearted?" Ran Yan interrupted him.

Sang Chen quickly glanced at Ran Yan, his earlobes flushing as red as agate, translucent in the sunlight, his voice getting ever lower, yet he still answered, "Wife helped to treat Zhou Sanlang, assisted me with the autopsy, told me to chew ginger to drive away evil spirits, and even bandaged my wounds..."

"Enough, then tell me, how did I hint to you?" This was the part Ran Yan couldn’t figure out. This rabbit must have gotten a hint to go propose. Ran Yan could swear to the heavens, she remembered every word she had said to him, and was certain, absolutely certain, that she had never hinted at anything.

Sang Chen’s handsome face was nearly dripping with blood as he mustered his courage and said, "Last month when I went to repay Wife’s money, in the bamboo forest Wife said that I... that I was handsome, although Wife’s expression was very indirect... so even though I am now impoverished, I still gathered the courage to propose. In fact, I have harbored some sordid thoughts..."

So a single compliment on his looks was an indirect hint for him to propose? Wasn’t that a bit too indirect? With Sang Chen’s looks, there must be no shortage of girls who would say the same, right? At least given Chang’an’s liberal atmosphere, she was unlikely to be the first to praise his good looks. And him, with his innocent appearance, he actually had sordid thoughts!

Ran Yan’s body swayed, she steadied herself against a tree trunk and asked with difficulty, "You, explain yourself clearly."

The blush on Sang Chen’s face eased slightly, and he looked at Ran Yan with a grave and apologetic expression.

Through the layer of gauzy silk, Ran Yan could feel his seriousness, and the absurd feeling in her heart lessened a bit.

"I never admit that I’m a descendant of the Cui family of Boling, but when I went to propose, I knew in my heart that even though I deny and look down on the Cui family, Uncle Ran may very well agree to the marriage because of the Cui family of Boling. Tossing and turning for several nights, I also secretly thought about taking advantage of the Cui family’s reputation... In fact, it turned out to be true. My actions were sordid, I do not dare to ask Wife for forgiveness, but I promise I will never do so in the future." Sang Chen was just clutching the hem of his robe by his leg, his knuckles turning slightly white, his moist lips pursed tightly into a line, showing his firm resolve.

Ran Yan saw that he truly felt his thoughts were sordid, such a pure person, it was a wonder how he had lived alone up to now. Ran Yan sighed, feeling pity for him, but she couldn’t devote the rest of her life to fulfilling this pity.

Hearing her sigh, Sang Chen grew even more nervous.

"Mr. Sang, regarding what you think was a hint, I’m very sorry, I never meant it that way. Calling you handsome was simply stating a fact." Ran Yan said directly, and ultimately, for fear he might construe it differently, added, "Master Huai Yin is very handsome too, isn’t he?"

"Uncle Huai Yin is a monk." Sang Chen’s complexion grew paler by degrees, yet he stubbornly said.

Ran Yan lowered her eyes, unwilling to look at him, and said firmly, "This has nothing to do with whether or not he is a monk."

Sang Chen’s face turned ashen, and even his normally moist lips were as pale as paper. Compared to the joy that was brimming in his eyes when he arrived, it was as if he had suddenly fallen from heaven to hell.

Sang Chen had liked Ran Yan for a long time, though he didn’t know when it started or why. He didn’t even recognize his feelings as liking her; he simply wanted to be close to her, to see her. Even if she scolded him every time, he was happy inside, feeling joyful for days after seeing her once. He had even secretly dreamed about holding her hand and growing old together with her, such thoughts keeping him awake at night with happiness. But he truly felt unworthy of Ran Yan. He had no family, no relatives, and drifted from place to place, sometimes going without meals. Therefore, he had never dared to entertain improper thoughts, until he believed he had received a "hint" from Ran Yan, which gave him the courage to ask for her hand in marriage from the Ran family. He was even worried that a couple of inkstones would not impress them, so he tirelessly worked several days to make ten, even though they were not worth much... or so he thought.

Sang Chen didn’t know the true value of the inkstones he had made. He felt the craftsmanship was a bit complicated, but after all, they were just baked clumps of clay. They probably weren’t worth much money. When Ran Wen saw the inkstones, his face lit up with joy, and Sang Chen thought it was just out of respect for the Cui family from Boling.

"There are plenty of gentle, virtuous wives out there; with your character, you will surely find someone who understands your heart and cares for your well-being," Ran Yan said, reluctant to use this highly clichéd refusal. But seeing Sang Chen’s forlorn state, she couldn’t help but comfort him sincerely.

Sang Chen nodded unconsciously, turned around, and walked away. After two wobbly steps, he steadied himself and, without looking back, said, "Wife, you should head back soon. It’s not safe these days."

Ran Yan hummed in response, watching his staggering figure with both sadness and amusement. Even his post-rejection demeanor was so foolish. Thinking that they might not even be able to be friends in the future, Ran Yan also felt a sense of loss.

Ran Yan paused internally. Wasn’t she often so infuriated by him that she wanted to commit murder? When had she started thinking of him as a friend? Shaking her head, she called for Ge Lan and Wan Lu to return to Yingmei Temple with her.

Ge Lan hadn’t heard their conversation, but she had seen the change in Sang Chen’s expression. She took Ran Yan’s hand and traced word by word in her palm: He has deep feelings for you.

Ran Yan nodded to show she understood.

Ge Lan hesitated, then continued writing: If you marry him, he will surely cherish you in the palm of his hands.

Ran Yan smiled faintly and said, "I know."

But could his hands really hold her securely for a lifetime? Ran Yan had always exhibited the persona of a strong woman. In her past life, her work was her life; everything she touched was under her control. If she wanted, she could use her own strength to protect herself, and even her partner. Yet, all that was just a front. She too had her moments of exhaustion, and she too had hoped for someone to hold up the sky for her when she was tired, to give her strength when she woke in terror from nightmares night after night.

Unfortunately, she never met such a person in her previous life. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to vote for it with your recommendation ticket or monthly ticket at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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