Song Jihuai kept staring at Su Wanyu. Others only saw her simplicity and innocence, but he caught a flash of cunning in the little woman's eyes.
Sun Yueyue suffered such a loss, but she couldn't say anything. After all, she was the one who said those words first.
Of course Su Wanyu did it on purpose. She was a woman and knew women's minds best. Besides, there was Old Master Song's blunt reminder just now, but so what?
My husband is hers, and can only be hers!
Since monogamy is the norm in this era, she will not give others the chance to get close to her husband. Her husband can only be hers. She is very good at cutting peach blossoms.
Sun Yueyue was a proud person. After being confronted by Su Wanyu twice, she was very angry, but she didn't make any more trouble.
Song Minyuan didn't expect Su Wanyu to become so powerful all of a sudden, and his eyes became more thoughtful. But after staring at Su Wanyu for a while, he was swept away by Song Jihuai's cold eyes.
Song Minyuan was cautious and didn't dare to make any more moves.
After the banquet, Song Jihuai took Su Wanyu back home.
Su Wanyu sat down on the sofa and said in a sweet and innocent tone, "I'm so tired."
Although the people who came to the Song family's banquet were all close relatives, there were still quite a few people, and most importantly, there were undercurrents among them.
tired?
Song Jihuai glanced at Su Wanyu and felt that she didn't look tired at all today.
Clearly, like a fish in water.
He remembered the doctor's diagnosis again: intermittent amnesia.
But, can amnesia cause a person to change so much?
He had never known before that Su Wanyu could play the guzheng. He lowered his eyes slightly, fixed his gaze on the coffee table for a while, and then casually picked up a washed strawberry and handed it to Su Wanyu.
Su Wanyu's eyes lit up and she was a little excited. It was given to her by her husband!
The corners of her lips curled up, her eyes curved, and she reached out to take it and was about to put it in her mouth.
But when she handed it to him mid-air, Song Jihuai stopped her with his hand, staring at her with eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "Have you forgotten? You are allergic to strawberries."
Su Wanyu's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her hands awkwardly: "Well, I have lost my memory."
Yeah?
Song Jihuai stared at Su Wanyu.
Perhaps the dim light was too ambiguous, he felt that Su Wanyu's fair and delicate face seemed... red.
Song Jihuai suddenly began to doubt his life.
Is this really the arrogant and conceited Miss Su?
But the way she blushes is really alluring.
Su Wanyu felt her heart beating like a drum as she was being stared at. Why was her husband staring at her so intently? Could it be that he saw something?
But no matter what, she would not admit it.
"Um..." Su Wanyu felt her face burning, a little hot. She couldn't stay here for a moment. She quickly stood up and explained as she walked away: "I, I'm going to take a shower first."
After saying that, she quickened her pace and trotted up the stairs. The gaze behind her was still following her, as if it was warm and scorching.
Su Wanyu didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she was out of Song Jihuai's sight. There were not many rooms on the second floor. The first one on the left was hers, and the first one on the right was Song Jihuai's.
So, they have been sleeping in separate rooms since they got married.
But, they are husband and wife!
Su Wanyu remembered that when she was in the Marquis' Mansion, the concubines in the family used all kinds of means to try to pull her father into their room.
Could it be that her husband actually disliked her?
If you are disgusted with someone, you should divorce them. Never let this happen!
Su Wanyu made a decision in her heart. After she changed into her pajamas, she went to her husband's room.
She didn't want to divorce her husband, nor did she want to be divorced by him, so she had to stay in separate rooms!
Hold on to your husband tightly.
After Su Wanyu returned to her room, she went straight to the cloakroom, walked to the door that belonged to the pajamas, grabbed the door handles on both sides with both hands, and pulled it out!
"this……"
When she saw the dazzling array of pajamas in the closet, she felt like her face was burning.
What is all this!
Some are so short that they can’t even cover the thighs, and some are so low that half of the chest is exposed!
"Someone come!" She closed her eyes and shouted to the outside, and subconsciously took a step back.
The servant came in and said, "Young Madam, what's wrong?"
Su Wanyu was too embarrassed to look at the cabinet full of indecent pajamas. She turned away and pointed inside with a trembling hand: "Why are these pajamas so... so messed up!?"
After all, she is the daughter of a noble marquis. Even the girls in brothels wouldn't wear such clothes!
The servant paused, not really understanding what the young lady meant. After hesitating for a long while, he tentatively asked, "Are you talking about these pajamas, young lady?"
Seeing Su Wanyu's expression, the servant knew that he was right and continued, "Young Madam, these are your favorites from the past. They are all prepared according to your preferences."
"Nonsense!" Su Wanyu shouted, and the aura of the young lady from the Marquis's Mansion intimidated the servants.
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