Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The door opened.

Ye Wangchuan came in from outside, put down the milk for her, and stood a step away from her and looked at her: "Are you angry?"

Qiao Nianying played with the milk bottle with her white hands, but did not answer the question directly. Her freshly washed hair was not yet dry, and her black hair hung slightly down to cover her brow bone. She said unruly and arrogantly, "No."

Seeing her ignoring him, Ye Wangchuan knew that she must have found out, so he walked over and found the hair dryer for her: "I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but it seems that I didn't get it. What’s left is fright.”

Qiao Nian watched as he walked behind her and plugged in the hair dryer. The slight warm air blew on her neck, making her feel comfortable for no reason.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, relaxed her shoulders and neck, but still didn't want to talk to anyone: "Huh?"

Ye Wangchuan rarely saw her lose her temper and was in a good mood. He raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Qiao Shen is really angry?"

Qiao Nian frowned, and then lazily added: "No."

Ye Wangchuan dried the ends of her hair, turned off the hair dryer, and walked up to her again: "You're not angry and you're not paying attention to me?"

Qiao Nian subconsciously wanted to pull up the peaked cap, but missed the opportunity. She put down her hand in embarrassment and looked away: "What are you looking for with me?"

"If nothing happens, I have to be busy..." She hadn't finished her words yet.

Ye Wangchuan suddenly came forward, their eyes met, and his warm breath fell on Qiao Nian's face, as if fate was intertwined.

"Are you angry?"

Qiao Nian instinctively leaned back and looked away, a little irritated: "Did I tell you..."

Someone suddenly grabbed her neck, preventing her from moving away, and the handsome face that was so close came closer.

The bridge of his nose was very high and his skin was extremely white. From such a close distance, Qiao Nian could even see his distinct eyelashes.

"Ye..." She really wasn't used to the feeling of being approached forcefully. Her breath froze slightly and she was about to speak.

He hasn't finished a sentence yet.

The man's soft lips pressed down.

Qiao Nian subconsciously opened her eyes. Before she could move her hands, she was clasped tightly on the chair. Her breathing was entangled, and she could only sink into the deepening senses...

…

ten minutes later.

Qiao Nian went to the sink and turned on the faucet to flush the water. When she returned to the room, the fever in her ears had gone away.

She looked at someone in the room, walked to the window, and opened it to get some air.

Then he turned back, leaned on the edge of the sofa, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Tell me, how did you get the qualification to go to the Privy Council."

It was the first time that Ye Wangchuan was interrogated like this, but there were ripples in the depths of his eyes, and he replied very lazily and good-temperedly: "Looking for a relationship."

"?"

He walked over, pulled the window back halfway with his long arm, looked down at the girl's profile and said, "It's cold at night, be careful of catching a cold."

Qiao Niangang was still thinking about what he meant by 'finding a relationship', but he was suddenly interrupted and his eyebrows furrowed.

Ye Wangchuan smoothed his eyebrows for her, then put down his hand and finally said, "Ji Ziyin can find connections to get in, and of course I can find connections too."

"She was looking for a relationship with the Queen, and I was looking for a relationship with the Archbishop."

Qiao Nian pursed her lips and raised her chin to look at him: "Archbishop?"

"Yes." Ye Wangchuan touched the ends of her hair again to see if it was dry. Then he lowered his eyes and said in a soothing tone like a clear spring: "I made a deal with him. I did him a favor, and he helped me. Entering the Privy Council, everyone exchanges fairly.”