Chapter 237 The Forgotten Gift

"Don't leave her out in the cold. You can get a good job. There are also several cousins ​​of the same clan who are prosperous and prosperous, relying on the support of the Hou family. If you don't treat her well, there will be no such thing in the future. "Yes, you have to think carefully. The Bai family is in decline now, and you are the only male in the direct line. If you want to support this uncle's house, you must win over her as a helper. Do you understand?"

"But my mother, I'm afraid she has lost her chastity after returning from exile. It's too dirty for anyone to touch a woman who has been touched by someone else."

"Then you can just treat her as an object, but you still have to do what you need to do, and don't make any mistakes."

"Oh, it's so annoying. Facing that face every day is really annoying."

She didn't know what kind of mood she felt when she heard this. She always felt it was unreal and that the person inside was not herself.

Because every time he came to see her or was out, he loved her deeply, but he found many excuses not to sleep with her.

To this day, she is still a virgin.

It's the funniest joke in the world.

It turns out that you can pretend to like someone?

In the years that followed, she quietly watched him act, quietly watched everyone's contempt and ridicule of her, and quietly dug out her own youthful and ignorant infatuation from her heart, bleeding profusely.

She returned to the Earl's Mansion and to Chu Yu Courtyard, moved a rocking chair to lie down on the corridor, covered herself with a small green blanket, squinted her eyes, and felt the late autumn chill of Kyoto.

A cold wind blew, and her face, which was streaked by her dried tears, felt a little painful.

She felt that in the face of the cold, she should stop shedding tears on her face and instead put on some very moist ointment and indulge herself. That would be the best day.

Outside the door, a maid came to report.

The Count, who was away on business, has returned.

Wen Zhirou responded but did not take any action.

The personal maid behind him said again.

"The master is back, Madam, please go and greet him, or the old lady will punish you again."

Yes, every time I make a wrong step, I will be brought to the stage and reprimanded so that I can better control myself.

She opened her eyes, threw back the quilt, stood up, and went to the old woman's Heguitang with her personal maid.

Everyone was in the hall, and Wen Zhirou was the last to arrive.

She stood outside the hall and quietly watched the old lady, Bai Songlin, his three concubines, and the son and daughter born to him by his ex-wife. They were all happily admiring the gifts in her hands.

She will always be an outsider.

"Master, the lady is here."

Everyone in the hall looked at her.

There was disdain, hatred, and ridicule in their eyes. No one had any kindness towards her.

After being stunned for a moment, Bai Songlin said with a smile on his face.

"Rou'er, come here quickly. I brought you a gift."

Wen Zhirou walked over slowly.

Bai Songlin said to Miao Yun who was standing beside him.

"Quickly bring out the gift I brought to my lady."

The old lady had a jade Guanyin statue of extremely fine quality, her three concubines all had carefully crafted gold hairpins, her son had the four treasures of the study, her daughter had an extremely expensive head ornament, and even the fat cat that the old lady raised had a golden bell around its neck.

It really is intentional.

Miao Yun said with an embarrassed look.

"Master, there are no more gifts."

Bai Songlin was stunned for a moment.

"How is that possible? Isn't there a jade hairpin? I clearly remember putting it in the box."

Miao Yun said embarrassedly.

"Oh, oh, yes, there is a jade hairpin. Maybe I forgot to put it away. Madam, it's my fault. I was careless."

Bai Songlin said to him angrily.

"Forget it, don't make this an example next time. Madam won't hold it against you."

He turned around and tried to coax Wen Zhirou, but he saw that her eyes were bloodshot, her face was full of sadness, and she looked at him stubbornly.

He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He had never seen her like this before, and he felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.

"Rou'er, don't be sad. It's my fault this time. I didn't check carefully. In the future..."

"You brought gifts for everyone but mine."

Bai Songlin hurriedly explained.

"No, I just accidentally forgot to put it in. I really bought it for you. If you don't believe me, ask Miao Yun."

"Yes, ma'am, the master went to the jewelry shop to pick it out for you."

"Even the old lady's cat has a golden bell, but I, as the mistress of the house, don't have any gift?"

Bai Songlin looked at her extremely sad expression and hurriedly grabbed her shoulders.

"No..."

Before he could finish his words, his sleeves were stained with the blood from Wen Zhirou's mouth.

He panicked instantly.

"Rou'er, what's wrong with you? Don't be like this. You want a gift, right? I'll go buy it right now. I'll go right now."

After Wen Zhirou spat out the blood in her mouth, she felt as if all the resentment she had been holding on for so many years had disappeared, and she suddenly felt much better.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and spoke casually.

"Forget it. Why bother pretending? I don't care about it anymore."

Everyone was shocked when she vomited blood, but hearing her say this was a hundred times more shocking than when she vomited blood.

She had never said such a thing to her uncle.

Bai Songlin was speechless for a moment. Normally, Wen Zhirou only needed to be coaxed once, and he had never thought about what to say after coaxing her.

Wen Zhirou said to him calmly.

"I will write you a divorce agreement later and you can sign and seal it."

Bai Songlin was confused.

"Rou'er, what are you talking about? I, I just forgot to bring you a gift today. Why do you have to be so aggressive?"

Wen Zhirou sneered.

"What exactly is going on? Don't you know it in your heart?"

"I really am..."

"That's enough. Don't I know how you lie? You've been lying for so many years. Aren't you tired? I'll let you go today, so you don't have to say that I used my power to force you to marry me, a woman who came back from exile, against your will."

A concubine in the hall said.

"Alas, sister has been wronged. I was invited out of the Chrysanthemum Banquet by the Lady of Longtu Pavilion. Sister has lost all the face of the Baibo Mansion."

Bai Songlin asked, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

"What?"

Another concubine said.

"Madam, relying on her acquaintance with the county lord, set a trap for us and had Madam Zhixuedu chased us out. Master, you have to make the decision for us!"

Bai Songlin had a complicated expression, and he tightly locked onto the calmness on Wen Zhirou's face.

"Rou'er, is this true?"

Wen Zhirou smiled sarcastically, her eyes scanning the two concubines coldly.

"I need the help of others to kill you. Don't flatter yourself. You are a piece of shit. Don't you know what you are doing? If you don't want to die in an ugly way, just shut your stinky mouth."

When had Bai Songlin ever heard Wen Zhirou say such words? She had always been gentle and virtuous, and never said harsh words in front of him.

"Rou'er, what's wrong with you?"