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The morning sunlight shines through the clouds, sprinkling warmth into the garden of Jiangnan Mansion. Ni Chang, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, is alone in the garden painting. Her brush dances lightly on the rice paper, attempting to capture the beauty before her.
Ni Chang's figure is like a water lily, her long skirt flowing and swaying with the wind. Her eyes are deep and clear, as if they can see through people's hearts. Despite her fragile health, her love for beautiful things has never diminished. In her paintings, every flower and every leaf in the garden comes to life, as if pulsating with vitality.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing Ni Chang to lose her footing and fall backwards into the nearby pond. Water splashed everywhere, and the clear water instantly submerged her figure.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Ye Ran. He was just casually passing by the garden, but when he saw Ni Chang fall into the water, he instinctively rushed over. A serious expression appeared on Ye Ran's handsome face as he quickly took off his outer garment and jumped into the pond.
Ni Chang struggled as her long skirt spread out in the water, like a heavy flower sinking in the water. She tried to float to the surface, but her body's weakness made her movements clumsy. At that moment, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
Ye Ran exerted force to bring Ni Chang out of the water, his gaze determined, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth: "Miss, are you trying to dress up and put on makeup in this pond?"
Ni Chang was infuriated by Ye Ran's sudden rough words, and she proudly shook off his hand, expressing her dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by this rude behavior? I can get up by myself."
However, Ni Chang's body betrayed her will, her legs weak and almost unable to stand. Seeing this, Ye Ran involuntarily stepped forward to support her again, his tone still light and frivolous: "It seems that the young lady's physical strength is not as strong as her pride."
Ni Chang's cheeks flushed with anger as she proudly shook off Ye Ran's hand and gritted her teeth, saying, "You insolent servant, I will make my father punish you!"
Ye Ran just smiled faintly, said nothing more, and walked away. Ni Chang stood in place, watching Ye Ran's back, but a strange emotion arose in her heart. Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and the blush on her cheeks became more pronounced.
Back in the room, Ni Chang couldn't calm down for a long time. She sat in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. The more Ni Chang thought about it, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she gave the order for Ye Ran to become her personal bodyguard, to accompany her at all times.
When Ye Ran learned of this news, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He had originally just wanted to live quietly in this mansion, but now it seemed that things had become somewhat complicated. He reluctantly accepted this order, but inwardly he was on guard. He had to be more careful and not let his true identity be exposed.
Ever since Ye Ran became Ni Chang's personal bodyguard, their interactions have been filled with drama. Ni Chang's willfulness and petulance have become daily seasoning in Ye Ran's eyes, while Ye Ran's rascally and straightforward words often make Ni Chang both furious and amused.
One day, Ni Chang ordered Ye Ran to pick the most beautiful peony in the garden for her. Ye Ran lazily leaned against the wall, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Miss, are you trying to make these flowers envy your beauty, or are you just looking to pick a fight with me?"
Ni Chang blushed at the words and scolded, "You rude fellow, stop talking nonsense and go pick the flowers!"
Ye Ran chuckled, leaped lightly into the garden, and swiftly picked a few peonies. He handed them to Ni Chang and teased, "These peonies are all blushing and bowing their heads in shame because they can't compare to the beauty of my young lady."
Ni Chang After listening, her face turned even redder, but she didn't know how to refute it. She could only turn her head away and mutter, "Rascal!"
In the following days, this seemingly mocking but actually caring interaction became the norm. Every argument, every confrontation, invisibly shortened the distance between them.
One night, Ni Chang was admiring the moon in the courtyard when Ye Ran quietly stood by. Ni Chang turned around and asked, "You always seem so frivolous. Don't you have any seriousness in your heart?"
Ye Ran's eyes flashed with depth, but quickly returned to a playful expression as he replied, "My seriousness is all used to protect Miss Ni Chang. What could be more important than that?"
Ni Chang was amused by these words and let out a snort, but involuntarily revealed a hint of a smile. Ye Ran looked at her smile, feeling warmth in his heart, but he knew that his past was like a sword hanging over his head, which could bring danger to Ni Chang at any time. Therefore, he always kept his distance, not letting himself go too far.
As time passed, in the days when Ye Ran became Ni Chang's personal guard, every corner of the mansion became their daily life. Ye Ran often made Ni Chang furious, but in these quarrels, Ni Chang's true feelings quietly sprouted.
One day, in the garden of the mansion, the sun was shining brightly and the bees and butterflies were fluttering. Ni Chang was wearing a light pink dress and was focused on painting. Ye Ran quietly approached her from behind and suddenly said, "Miss, what are you painting? Why does it look like a distorted butterfly?"
Ni Chang was startled by his sudden voice, turned around, and saw Ye Ran with a playful expression on his face, which made her cheeks turn red with anger. "Ran, you don't understand anything! This is art, something you don't understand."
Ye Ran deliberately teased, "Oh? So this is art, painting butterflies like this? I still prefer the real thing, at least it won't be so puzzling." After speaking, he even made a thoughtful look, as if seriously considering it.
Ni Chang was so angry that she stomped her foot, and the paintbrush in her hand almost fell. She glared at Ye Ran angrily, but found the playful look in his eyes, and couldn't help feeling a bit helpless. She knew that Ye Ran enjoyed seeing her angry, but she couldn't truly be mad at him.
Ye Ran saw the situation and smiled even more. He walked up, reached out, and picked up Ni Chang's painting, looking at it seriously. Suddenly, he restrained his smile and said seriously, "Honestly, even though I don't understand art, I can tell that you put a lot of thought into your painting."
Ni Chang was a little at a loss for words at his sudden seriousness, lowered her head, and spoke softly, "Thank you."
At that moment, a hint of tenderness flashed in Ye Ran's eyes, but he quickly reverted to his usual provocative look and said, "But I still think the butterfly I painted is more realistic than yours."
Ni Chang couldn't help but roll her eyes, but quietly admitted in her heart that Ye Ran, despite his tough talk, sometimes gave her a sense of inexplicable security and warmth.
The days passed by, and Ye Ran's roguishness and Ni Chang's stubbornness played out little dramas in the mansion. Whenever Ni Chang blushed with anger at Ye Ran's words, he couldn't help but tease her a little more, finding unspoken joy in watching her frustrated expression. And Ni Chang, although outwardly angry at Ye Ran's teasing and frivolity, gradually developed a strange feeling towards this impolite guard.
One afternoon in the mansion's garden, with petals falling in the breeze, Ni Chang sat in the pavilion, holding a book of poetry and reciting softly. Ye Ran leisurely leaned against a pavilion pillar, his eyes seemingly smiling as he observed her.
Suddenly, Ye Ran deliberately interrupted Ni Chang's recitation with a loud voice: "Miss, your poetry is too charming, be careful not to attract bees and butterflies." His tone carried a hint of teasing, as if he was enjoying teasing Ni Chang.
Upon hearing this, Ni Chang couldn't help but show a hint of anger on her face. She looked up at Ye Ran with a hint of displeasure in her eyes: "Ran, what do you mean by that? Does a woman's poetry have to attract bees and butterflies?"
Ye Ran heard this and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile that seemed to hold more than just amusement. His eyes were even more playful: "I'm just speaking the truth. But with Miss Ni's beauty, even if she remains silent, I'm afraid the bees and butterflies would still come flocking."
Upon hearing this, Ni Chang's cheeks turned even redder, unsure whether to be angry or to laugh. Ye Ran's words seemed teasing, but they also contained a hidden praise. She glared angrily at Ye Ran, but in her heart, a hint of sweetness arose.
Ye Ran saw the situation and felt secretly pleased. He enjoyed seeing Ni Chang in such a delicate and charming appearance. Whenever she got angry or shy because of his words, he always felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, the call of the martial arts alliance leader came from afar. Ni Chang put away her books, stood up, and said to Ye Ran, "Go see my father, he needs me."
Ye Ran nodded and then followed Ni Chang out of the garden. Their figures gradually disappeared, leaving behind the lingering sound of Ni Chang reciting poetry in the pavilion.
Day after day, the relationship between Ye Ran and Ni Chang gradually warmed up in these little quarrels. Although it seemed like there was constant bickering, their hearts unknowingly drew closer to each other. In the midst of this mutual friction, a special bond gradually formed.
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