Chapter 27
The good years passed away like a flash of lightning, and the end of spring came quietly.
Jiang Zhaoli and Yin Su were called away by the old man early in the morning.
Madam Hong was making the bed. After hearing this, she reminded him, "Young lady, you must answer the old man carefully."
Although the old man has given up his power and no longer cares about the affairs of the Jiang Mansion, as long as he is alive, his majesty will intimidate others and will not allow others to comment or have any thoughts. Otherwise, how could the second house dare to ignore the girl now?
Although the girl has successfully inherited the Jiang family, the person who truly holds power behind the scenes is still the old man. She still has to listen to the old man and must not disobey him.
Today, the girl and her husband were suddenly called away together. This has never happened since the wedding and I don’t know what it means.
Jiang Zhaoli and Yin Su walked side by side, the sunlight shone through the gauze-like clouds and sprinkled on the two of them. The woman was beautiful and charming, with eyes like autumn water, and the man was gentle and elegant, with extraordinary temperament. They were like a moving painting, which attracted people's attention.
Jiang Zhaoli glanced at him sideways, then quickly straightened his head and looked forward. They had been sleeping in the same bed for many days, and although there was still a boundary between them, they were more familiar with each other than when they first met.
During these days, they often stayed together, eating together, reviewing lessons together, checking accounts together, and arranging things in the Jiang residence together. In a trance, she felt the feeling of a husband and wife working together.
The two men walked at a leisurely pace, talking leisurely about something, and the maids and servants passing by all bowed and greeted them.
When she turned the corner, she happened to meet Wen Qiu Shui, whom she hadn't seen for many days. She was walking with a maid. She didn't know what she saw, but Wen Qiu Shui hurriedly hid among the maids, not daring to look up. She hurriedly bowed with the others, and then hurried away.
Jiang Zhaoli just glanced at him indifferently and ignored him.
There was a thick white gauze wrapped around Wen Qiu Shui's neck. Just as the second sister said yesterday, Wen Qiu Shui's neck was scratched by a dagger.
Everyone else believed it, but she didn't. Although she had never met Wen Qiu Shui, she knew that Wen Qiu Shui had a very similar personality to Zhao Xiaoshuang. She was always aggressive and unreasonable and would never seek death. There must be something hidden behind this.
Wang Tiezhu was a servant in the second aunt's courtyard, so Wen Qiushui naturally lived with Wang Tiezhu in the servants' room of the second house. This was kept a secret, and she didn't hear a single word about it.
Maybe it was Second Aunt's idea. She was afraid that if the news got out, Zhao Xiaoshuang would use this as an excuse to cause trouble, and maybe even take the opportunity to blackmail her, which would be counterproductive. So she simply told everyone in the courtyard to keep their mouths shut and not talk nonsense.
After regaining consciousness, they arrived at the gate of Huaiyuan. Four maids were walking out of the courtyard holding jade trays. When they saw the two of them, they bowed politely, "Second Miss, son-in-law."
The old man was standing in the corridor, feeding the caged bird leisurely. He saw the two of them from the corner of his eye and said indifferently, "Here they come."
After saying this, he casually placed the porcelain bowl of feed on the stone table in the yard, then took the towel handed to him by the maid to wipe his hands, and his turbid eyes turned to the two of them with inquiry.
"Grandfather." They both spoke at the same time.
The old man waved his arm and said generously, "Hurry and sit down."
"I called you here today to tell you something."
Jiang Zhaoli pursed his lips and smiled: "Grandfather, please speak."
Grandfather sighed slightly, and cast a scrutinizing gaze on her: "Second girl, I won't beat around the bush with you two. I have already mentioned this to you some time ago."
Jiang Zhaoli was startled, as if he remembered something. He glanced at Yin Su from the corner of his eye, his ears turned red, and he answered with gritted teeth: "Li'er knows."
The old man tapped the stone table with his index finger, his brows thoughtful, his face full of wrinkles from the years, his old voice revealed a hint of majesty: "You two have been married for some time, it's time to have an offspring."
"Your grandmother is not here, and you two are not self-aware, so you have to let an old man like me point it out to you."
"Tell me, what do you two think?"
The old man's gaze lingered over the two of them with a sense of oppression, and finally settled on Yin Su: "A Su, you go ahead and talk."
Yin Su smiled, met his grandfather's gaze, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Grandfather, I think this matter should not be rushed.
"Grandfather, you should think about it. Madam Jiang has just taken over the Jiang Mansion not long ago. She doesn't have a deep understanding of each store yet. She needs time to think carefully about business matters. She just wants to focus on the Jiang Mansion and make it better. She doesn't want to disappoint you. Now, she studies until late at night every day. She really doesn't have any time to think about the child. As for the child, we both want to wait another half a year."
The old man frowned, obviously not agreeing with his statement: "The Jiang family is important, but continuing the family line is even more important. I don't care what you two think, this matter cannot be delayed any longer, three months at most."
Jiang Zhaoli said in a coquettish tone: "Grandfather, I really don't want to think about this right now. I just want to support the Jiang family. Can you give us another half a year?"
The old man snorted coldly: "No."
Jiang Zhaoli said helplessly: "Grandfather, Li'er is about to tell you a good news."
"The profits of the three shops on Changming Street have increased significantly in the past few days, comparable to the revenue of several months last year."
The old man then raised his eyelids and smiled: "Don't try to get away with it. What tricks are you using this time?"
Jiang Zhaoli blinked and said, "I added some of my newly developed rouge. After it was suitable, I gave them the recipe to produce it. The Jiang family hasn't released any new products for many years. I never thought the response would be so good. Everyone rushed to buy it."
The old man replied dully: "I trust you to do the job."
"Okay, if you don't have anything to do, just go and do it. There's no need to stay here and be an eyesore."
Jiang Zhaoli stood up and saluted to the old man: "Then grandpa, we will go down first."
The old man waved his hand unhappily and stopped looking at the two of them.
After leaving Huaiyuan, Jiang Zhaoli squeezed his hot palms and subconsciously turned his head to look at Yin Su. His expression remained the same.
Jiang Zhaoli: "Yin Su, grandpa has always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He doesn't really blame us."
Yin Su smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam Jiang, I'm not that stingy."
When Jiang Zhaoli breathed a sigh of relief, a strange feeling surged in his heart. For some reason, Yin Su seemed to have no feelings of sadness or joy. Ever since he met him, he had always been this gentle. Whether he was angry or happy, his expression was basically the same, as if nothing could enter his heart.
Jiang Zhaoli returned to Wenmingcuiyuan with something in mind.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he saw Nanny Hong and Chuntao standing at the door anxiously watching. Jiang Zhaoli thought something had happened and immediately stepped forward.
Madam Hong sighed and glanced into the courtyard: "Miss, Mr. Song is here. I don't know what happened, but he refused to say a word."
They said all sorts of good and bad things, but the Second Young Master Song remained silent, didn't say what he was going to do, and refused to leave.
Only then did Jiang Zhaoli realize that the figure standing in the yard was Song Shiyan.
His face was tense, and he turned his back to the gate. Although he used to speak harshly, he was always smiling and laughing. But today he looked dejected and had no energy at all. Could it be that he had suffered a setback?
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaoli tentatively called out, "Song Shiyan?"
Song Shiyan turned around slowly, looking directly at her with silent eyes: "I have something to tell you, can you ask them to leave first?"
Jiang Zhaoli was stunned, but didn't think too much: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."
Song Shiyan looked at her steadily: "I want to ask you alone."
Several people looked at Yin Su in unison. Yin Su just glanced at them lightly, his slightly drooped eyelashes gently sweeping across them. He looked at Song Shiyan and smiled lightly: "I'll go in first."
Nanny Hong wanted to say something but stopped herself, as she felt it was inappropriate. The girl was married, so how could she be alone with a man outside her family? It was really against the rules. Seeing this, Chuntao carefully pulled Nanny Hong, who was unwilling to leave.
Nanny Hong sighed. Seeing that everyone had left, she had no choice but to close the gate and stand guard at the door, not letting anyone get close, so that no one would see them.
During this time, she stopped two people delivering tea, three people cleaning the courtyard, and one person who came to ask for instructions and report...
Jiang Zhaoli walked up to him, keeping a normal distance, and paused: "What's wrong?"
Song Shiyan's lips moved, staring at her eyes as if he had thousands of words to say, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them. His mother's words rang in his ears again. Song Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled, his fists clenched, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Zhaoli, it's been so long, haven't you realized that I like you?"
Such a straightforward opening startled Jiang Zhaoli so much that he froze in his place. Then he quickly recovered his composure and said something that startled him, once again explaining that the two of them could not be together: "Song Shiyan, I'm already married."
Because of this, Song Shiyan lowered his head instantly, until the heat in his eyes completely disappeared, he raised his head and looked at her: "I know, I just came to tell you my thoughts, I don't want to regret it."
He should have let it go when she got married, but he found that Jiang Zhaoli and Yin Su did not get along closely, not like a couple should, and he couldn't control his desire in his heart again.
He disliked Yin Su and felt that this person's identity was too mysterious. Mr. Jiang sent people to check his background, but he was afraid that it was not all he knew, or it was not true. After all, it was not difficult to impersonate someone else.
Song Shiyan glanced at the closed door and said, "You're married, how can he be at ease with you and me being alone in the courtyard? His reaction is so calm. Is this the reaction a normal husband should have?"
"Do you know how he feels about you? He has a mysterious background, don't let him fool you."
Yin Su is a man with a strong aura and a lot of hostility. As a martial artist, he is naturally more sensitive to these auras.
Jiang Zhaoli frowned when he heard it: "Song Shiyan, do you know what you are talking about?"
Song Shiyan: "I know."
Jiang Zhaoli: "Now that you know, you should understand what this action of yours will bring to me. Have you ever thought about the consequences? Can you not be so childish?"
Song Shiyan's face turned slightly pale: "I... childish?"
He hung his head dejectedly: "You won't listen to anything I say to you anyway, you just believe him."
"Okay then. I'm leaving."
After taking a few steps, he paused again and asked her again: "I...I want to know if we can be together if I express my feelings to you first?"
Jiang Zhaoli: “No.”
Even if Yin Su was not around, she would still find a son-in-law, it could be anyone, but definitely not Song Shiyan.
The Song family is a wealthy family in Luocheng. People nowadays generally believe that marrying into a woman's family is equivalent to the death of a son, and the number of times the son returns in the future may be very few. Any family with some money will not let their sons marry into a woman's family.
Not to mention that she didn't have that kind of feeling towards Song Shiyan, even if she did, she would have strangled it in the cradle. She knew very well from a young age that her husband couldn't make the decision, so why would he make promises to others?
Song Shiyan instantly became dejected, pursed his lips tightly, stood there for a long time, then climbed over the wall and left without saying a word.
Jiang Zhaoli pursed his lips tightly and turned back to the room.
I happened to see Yin Su moving away from the window frame.
Yin Su: “…”
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