Song Luan originally wanted to endure it, thinking that since she was the elder, she should avoid conflict if possible. However, she saw that the old lady was not joking and that she really wanted to take Shi Ge'er to the main courtyard to raise him.

What's the reason for this? She and Zhao Nanyu only have one child, Shiger, and both of them are still alive and well. How could the old lady have the audacity to make such an impolite request?

Song Luan straightened up, still rational, but her voice was still a little unstable, "Grandmother, Shi Ge'er is in the house, isn't he right in front of you? If you want to see him, you can just ask the maid to bring him over, and I won't say anything."

The old lady sat on top of them, her face tense and slightly gloomy, "I want to take Shi Ge'er to my side to educate him, and let him live in my yard."

Song Luan was furious. The old lady treated Shi Ge'er well on weekdays, but she wouldn't do something like snatching the child, right?

"Grandma, A-Yu and I only have this one child, and he probably wouldn't agree."

"You? If you and A-Yu had taught the child well, would I want to take him in? Shi Ge'er has never had a good day with you. He was seriously ill a few days ago. Is there any mother like you?"

Song Luan felt a surge of anger in her chest, and finally rushed to her head. She blurted out, "Then grandma is really confident, as if after you take care of him, Shi Ge'er will never get sick in his life."

Song Luan didn't even realize how sarcastic and mean her words were.

Old Mrs. Zhao hadn't seen Song Luan like this for a long time. She thought she had improved a lot during this period, but she didn't expect that she had not made any progress compared to before!

The old lady pointed at Song Luan and said, "I have good intentions, but you don't know what's good for you. Not only that, you even mocked me. With your disrespect for elders and your lack of manners, I can't expect you to teach my brother well!"

Song Luan took a deep breath, "Granddaughter-in-law, please talk to me nicely, but you won't listen. Grandmother, please don't think my words are harsh. I just told you the truth."

Old Lady Zhao had rarely gained the upper hand over Song Luan over the years. Song Luan was not like the other daughters-in-law. She was spoiled since childhood and was pampered by her parents and brothers. She had a rebellious personality and looked down on everyone. Therefore, Old Lady Zhao had quarreled with her many times in her early years and punished her after the quarrels. But Song Luan was not someone who would accept punishment obediently.

Song Luan's intention when she beat Zhao Nanyu was to make him divorce her in anger, but the old lady said it many times, but Zhao Nanyu turned a deaf ear to it and never listened.

"I just want to ask you one question, are you willing to send Shige'er to the main courtyard?"

Song Luan pursed her lips and didn't answer.

"I'm asking you a question!?"

Song Luan was angry and refused to answer her questions no matter what. Wasn't the answer obvious? Why should the old lady ask again?

Old Madam Zhao was almost irritated by her stubborn attitude, and pointed at her hand, shaking, "I'm telling you, the old master has the same idea in his mind, and even if you don't want to, there's nothing you can do."

Shi Ge'er is likable and quite smart. Mr. Zhao had indeed thought so, but because the young couple only had this one child, he never mentioned it.

Song Luan said, "You are determined to snatch my child away, right?"

She was really rude in her words, and every word was a slap in the old lady's face. Old Mrs. Zhao raised her hand and was about to slap her on the cheek.

Zhao Nanyu stopped the old lady's hand in mid-air, his face indifferent, "Grandma, calm down."

The old lady snorted, withdrew her hand, and asked coldly: "You want to protect her? Why haven't I seen you feel distressed before?"

"Aluan is my grandson's wife, so naturally I have to protect her." Zhao Nanyu replied indifferently. The old lady couldn't find any fault with his words.

The old lady originally thought that this matter would go smoothly. Although Zhao Nanyu loved Shi Ge'er, he was busy with state affairs and did not have much time to take care of him at home. As for Song Luan, she had never seemed to like this child since Shi Ge'er was born. God knows if she was possessed by evil spirits during this period and suddenly changed her personality.

Now it seems that Zhao Nanyu and Song Luan will most likely not agree.

The old lady had only been in a spur of the moment mood. Not many of her grandchildren had married, and even fewer had children. It was inevitable that people would feel lonely when they got old, and Shi Ge'er was obedient and handsome. Most importantly, Shi Ge'er pleased her.

The old lady believed from the bottom of her heart that it was much better for Shi Ge'er to be with her than with Song Luan, and he would not be short of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Who would have known that the couple would be so ungrateful.

The old lady turned her eyes away, unwilling to even look at Zhao Nanyu for one more second. Every time she saw him, she would think of his mother who had brought shame to the Zhao family.

She said coldly: "Since you are tired of looking at me, go back now."

Song Luan wanted to leave immediately, but she turned around and took a step when she was pulled back by Zhao Nanyu.

He patted the back of her hand soothingly and said gently, "Don't worry."

Zhao Nanyu turned around and smiled at Old Lady Zhao in a good-natured manner, with a cold smile in her eyes, "Grandma, please have someone bring Shi Ge'er out of your room. We will take the child and leave immediately. We will never pollute your eyes."

Shi Ge'er was brought here by the nanny beside the old lady at noon and was not allowed to go back for the whole afternoon. Before Zhao Nanyu came back, she had just coaxed the child to sleep.

The news spread so quickly that the old lady thought Zhao Nanyu didn't know about it.

I knew he was not a worry-free person, and I guess he had a lot of spies hiding in the mansion.

Thinking of this, the old lady's eyes turned cold, "The child is asleep."

Zhao Nanyu remained calm and said, "Then my grandson will go wake him up."

"Are you determined to go against me?"

"My grandson doesn't dare."

The old lady didn't bother to be polite with him, her voice suddenly became stern, "Chunzhi, stop him!"

Chunzhi immediately blocked the door. Zhao Nanyu narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Without any courtesy, he kicked the man away and broke into the inner room.

The kick he just gave her was so fierce and heavy that Chunzhi couldn't get up for a long time, and for a moment she didn't dare to step forward to stop him.

It was rare to see the Third Young Master looking so ferocious, and it scared everyone.

Shi Ge'er was asleep and didn't wake up even though there was such a loud noise. Zhao Nanyu picked up the child, held Song Luan's hand with his other hand, and then walked to the old lady who was pale with anger, and said respectfully: "Grandson will take his leave first."

"Outrageous, outrageous."

Apart from these two words, the old lady could not say anything else.

Song Luan was led out by him in a daze, not daring to believe her eyes. She thought that Zhao Nanyu would not dare to contradict the old lady now, but she did not expect that he kicked her first and then took Shi Ge'er away directly.

Song Luan lowered his head, coughed twice, and said, "Although this sentence is not very good, I still want to say it."

Zhao Nanyu listened attentively, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"It's really fun to see the old lady get frustrated."

Only then did Song Luan realize the pleasure of being willful. He felt comfortable and relaxed all over his body, without any discomfort at all. She added silently, "I feel much better now!"

The chest tightness and shortness of breath problems are gone.

Zhao Nanyu laughed. He couldn't help but pinch her face, "Naughty."

Song Luan was born fair and her skin was very delicate. Zhao Nanyu was incredibly strong and pinched her without controlling the strength, causing her face to hurt. She was so angry that she waved his hand away.

"Why don't you know how to be gentle and considerate to women?"

When I kiss her, it feels like I want to eat her, and in bed, I often want to eat her alive. It's really annoying.

Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I don't pity you enough?"

Song Luan pointed at her neck and lifted her collar to see the marks he left on it last night. "You call this pity? You have no shame."

Recalling what happened last night, she blushed. She didn't want to continue saying these dirty words, so she changed the subject and said, "Why did the old lady suddenly want to take Shi Ge'er over? She has never liked you, so there is no reason for her to be willing to help you take care of the child."

Song Luan was outspoken and spoke directly from his mind.

Zhao Nanyu sighed, feeling helpless about her outspokenness, "Don't think too much, don't worry, I won't let my grandmother take Shi Ge'er to live with her."

This is what the male protagonist said, so Song Luan of course chose to believe him.

After returning to Huaishuiju, Zhao Nanyu put the sleeping Shiger on the bed, and then asked the maid to fetch some water.

Shi Ge'er gradually woke up, blinked his eyes and found his mother right in front of him. He called out softly, "Mom."

Song Luan felt so sweet when she heard the soft and sweet cry. She sat on the bed, touched Shi Ge'er's face, and curled her eyes. "Are you awake?"

Shi Ge'er had just woken up and his voice was still a little nasal. His voice was soft, sweet and cute. He slowly explained to her, "I...I accidentally fell asleep in my grandmother's room."

He wanted to come back in the afternoon, but his grandmother wouldn't let him go.

"Yes, mother knows." Song Luan propped up her chin and asked him again, "Do you like grandma?"

Shi Ge'er lowered his head, as if he was reluctant to answer her question.

Song Luan continued, "Tell the truth to mother, don't lie, mother won't blame you."

Sure enough, Shi Ge'er shook his head obediently. His grandmother was very strict, seldom smiled, and was not very close to him. Moreover, Shi Ge'er knew that his grandmother liked his other two cousins ​​more.

Song Luan smiled happily, "You are worthy of being my good son."

When Zhao Nanyu came out from behind the screen, what he saw was Song Luan's silly smiling face. Song Luan didn't know how beautiful she was when she smiled. Her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

Zhao Nanyu was shirtless, with his silky black hair spread flat on his tall back, and a few drops of water on his moon-like face. He slowly approached Song Luan, and liked to hold her hand and play with it when he had nothing to do.

Zhao Nanyu asked: "What are you talking about that makes you so happy?"

Song Luan snorted, "I won't tell you."

Zhao Nanyu had no intention of asking further questions and continued to play with her fingers. "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

Shi Ge'er still didn't have the chance to sleep with his mother that night. He even began to miss the time when he was sick. At that time, his mother would sleep with him and his father would not stop her. But that was not the case now.

Shi Ge'er didn't mention it because he knew his father would not agree.

Song Luan ran two laps in the horse field and fought with the old lady. He was very tired and climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

She was still sleeping in a very unruly posture, lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, her clothes disheveled. Zhao Nanyu silently covered her with the quilt, straightened her body, and fell asleep with his arms around her.

It was not until noon the next day that Song Luan found out that the old lady was ill. Everyone in the mansion said that it was she who made the old lady sick.

Song Luan felt wronged. She didn't think that a woman as hard-hearted as the old lady would fall ill because of her few words.

It just so happened that the news of her dispute with the old lady last night reached Mr. Zhao's ears. Mr. Zhao was a man who attached great importance to etiquette and law, and he became furious after hearing it.

She asked the housekeeper to take Song Luan to the ancestral hall. When she arrived, Zhao Nanyu was already kneeling in front of the hall.

Mr. Zhao's face was very ugly, as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Ayu, you really disappoint me. You can't talk back to your grandmother!"

Zhao Nanyu never bothered to defend himself in front of his family. He looked indifferent and didn't take it to heart. He said, "It's my grandson's fault. I am willing to accept the punishment, but A-luan is weak and I'm afraid she can't stand the family discipline."

Old Master Zhao glanced at her coldly and snorted, "Just because she is weak, she can disrespect her elders!? I tell you, that doesn't make sense! If she is not punished, she will not learn her lesson."

There were several servants holding long whips standing in the ancestral hall. The whips were thin and long, and it would definitely hurt a person if they were hit by them.

Song Luan was scared just watching it. If she was really beaten by this thing, she would probably die!

Zhao Nanyu straightened up and said in a deep voice: "My grandson will take the blame for her."

"Okay, grandpa won't stop you." Old Master Zhao said with a sullen face, "Forty strokes, not one less, beat me."

Song Luan rushed over, trembling. Before she could say anything, Zhao Nanyu touched her hair and smiled at her gently, "Go out, don't look."

Song Luan was about to cry. She felt sad and bitter.

She was eventually taken out of the ancestral hall, and even from outside she could hear the sound of whips hitting people.

Song Luan's eyes were filled with tears and she sobbed inconsolably.

She didn't know that Zhao Nanyu had deliberately asked for this beating.

Zhao Nanyu must know that the Zhao family attaches great importance to etiquette and that elders are not allowed to be contradicted, but he still rudely kicked someone in his grandmother's room last night.

Although the self-torture tactic is vulgar, it is effective. The tears in Song Luan's eyes just now showed that she was heartbroken.

Zhao Nanyu closed his eyes and thought silently, this is good.

It felt good that her tears were for him.

Song Luan was like a pet targeted by a hunter, unable to escape the trap he set.