When Huang stormed into Song Ruoan's courtyard in a fit of rage, she saw Song Ruoan leisurely picking out fabrics on a soft couch, looking as if nothing had happened.
The fire in Huang's heart burned even brighter.
Without thinking, she took a few steps forward, pointed at Song Ruoan's nose, and began to curse:
"Song Ruoan, you're a jinx! Do you even deserve to wear these clothes? You should be kneeling in the ancestral hall every day, eating swill and spoiled food!"
"You lowlife! Nothing good has happened since you married into this family! Look at me now! It's all your brilliant ideas! It's all your fault!"
Upon hearing Huang's sharp rebuke, Song Ruoan felt a jolt of fear and panic welled up inside her.
But when she caught a glimpse of many old women rushing forward in the room, frantically trying to protect her, she suddenly lost her fear.
Song Ruoan quickly covered her stomach, slowly stood up from the soft couch, and met Huang's gaze with a mocking look:
“That’s your niece! Her surname is Huang, not Song! How would I know what’s going on?”
"After something like this happened in the family, instead of cleaning up the family's reputation and kicking that lowlife out of the house, you come to blame me? You're just picking on the weak!"
Huang never imagined that Song Xizhi, who used to be so humble, would dare to speak to her in such a tone!
Her chest heaved violently; she was furious and raised her hand, intending to slap Song Ruoan.
Song Ruoan swallowed hard, covered her lower abdomen with one hand, and stood still, staring intently at her without moving.
"Do you want me to slap you, kneel in the ancestral hall, copy scriptures, or lead the descendants of the Marquis of Anding to be drowned in a pig cage?"
She sneered, recalling how kind Marquis An Ding had been to Huang Suyi today. She figured that once this door was opened, Marquis An Ding's backyard would be bustling with activity.
Huang is old and her beauty has faded, and her health is failing. What can she rely on now?
Thinking of this, Song Ruoan felt increasingly confident and fearless.
"Huang Suyi isn't even pregnant yet! And you're already so paranoid, you might as well just kill my child!"
Song Ruoan's voice grew louder and louder, making Huang feel completely dizzy.
She looked at Song Ruoan in disbelief, never expecting that she would suddenly dare to speak to her like that.
He Yunze, who was outside the door, heard the commotion in the bedroom and assumed that Huang was coming to cause trouble for Song Ruoan. So he hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Song Ruoan's way.
"Mother! She's carrying my child! No matter what happened, you can't treat her like this!"
After speaking to Madam Huang with a frown, He Yunze looked at Song Ruo'an, who was holding her belly, sweating profusely, and panting heavily. He then hurriedly asked her to sit down on the soft couch.
Huang gritted her teeth, watching her son bustling around Song Ruoan while Song Ruoan looked extremely smug. The anger in her heart burned brighter and brighter.
Song Ruoan's words echoed in his mind:
"Huang Suyi isn't even pregnant yet, and you're already this scared. I'm pregnant..."
Huang bit her lip, then looked at He Yunce with a complicated expression, as if she had suddenly understood something.
“Yun Ce, your father has taken a second wife. Your grandmother and brother are so happy because they want to see Huang Suyi give birth to a member of the Marquis’s family.”
Although she hated Song Ruoan, she still had to say, "You must take good care of the child in Song Ruoan's arms. As for Huang Suyi, I will clear all obstacles for you."
After Huang finished speaking, before He Yunze could react, she slowly walked out of the bedroom, looking somewhat wooden.
He Yunze was stunned for a long time after hearing Huang's words. Then he looked at Song Ruoan's flat stomach and his expression gradually became serious.
"Mother is right, Ruo'an. Now that I have lost my official position, the child in your belly is my only support in the Marquis's mansion. You must take good care of yourself and give birth to a healthy child."
It must be a boy.
Hearing his words, Song Ruoan did not reply, but merely tugged at the corners of her mouth before sitting back down on the soft couch.
He Yunze meticulously helped her back to the soft couch, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the exquisite food and the fabrics that Song Ruoan had already chosen on the table next to her.
He knew the people's hearts about this material and sent it to the Marquis's residence, so he simply had someone bring it to the courtyard.
At that time, he forgot to instruct his subordinates that since Song Ruoan liked pale yellow, it would be enough to just send her a piece of fabric in pale yellow.
Unexpectedly, the servants delivered all the materials, yet Song Ruoan still had to choose one more time.
Since Song Ruoan became pregnant, He Yunce had also lost his official position, so he had a lot of free time and could focus more on Song Ruoan instead of being busy outside the Marquis's mansion all day long.
Because of the precious child in her womb, He Yunze suppressed all his previous dissatisfaction and cared for her as if they were from a past life. Suddenly, their relationship felt like it had returned to how it was in their past life.
Aside from ignoring that thorn in your heart that seems to be there but isn't.
He Yunze got up early in the morning to buy her her favorite candied hawthorns, hawthorn cakes, the freshest milk from the farmers, and freshly baked meat buns.
This is his hobby, and it's also Song Ruoan's hobby.
In his previous life, when Huang Shi disliked these things as too low-class and only food for commoners, only Ruo'an stayed by his side, saying that they were also his favorite things.
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