Thinking of this, Mo Lan looked at Xiong Yanyan's unmoved expression and shook her head helplessly, "It seems that you haven't experienced enough of the coldness of human relationships in the past two years in the Song family? You haven't seen reality clearly yet."
Touched on a sore spot, Xiong Yanyan's face turned pale. "If my brother were here, they would never dare to bully us orphans and widows."
Widow? How could she say that? If my second uncle heard her, he'd probably raise his fist.
"Wrong. It's fortunate that Xiong Da and Xiong Er didn't come. At most, those people from the Song family would be disrespectful, but they wouldn't do anything outrageous. If they had really come to the Song family, no matter how big a family is, its interests are limited. Do you think they would be willing to have a portion of their wealth taken away for nothing? Whenever their interests are harmed, all sorts of vicious things might happen. At that time, even your mother might not be able to protect her son."
Xiong Yanyan: "..."
Listening to Mo Lan's tone, and thinking about what I had seen and felt over the past two years, I was momentarily speechless.
The woman was right; the Song family was rife with internal strife and many shady dealings. It was perfectly normal for siblings to fight openly and covertly, and she was initially terrified when she first encountered these things. But her mother said it was all normal; for a family to grow stronger, survival of the fittest was a natural law.
It took her more than two years to barely accept it, but how did Hua Molan find out?
She has never been exposed to any of these things before?
“What you said is both right and wrong. Mother said that those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. With Mother’s help, it won’t be difficult for my brother to gain a foothold in the Song family.”
"Guan Jun's surname is Song, not Xiong. You'd better face reality as soon as possible. If the Song family truly cared for you, the incident on the street yesterday wouldn't have happened. Even if you don't care about the monk, you should care about the Buddha. You are a cousin of the Song family, and no one would dare to easily humiliate you."
Xiong Yanyan: "..."
Is that so?
Yesterday, she caught a glimpse of her cousin behind the curtain; it seemed like she saw her in a fleeting moment.
Seeing Xiong Yanyan's complex and ever-changing expression, Mo Lan picked up her teacup and took a sip. "If you can't figure it out, then think about it slowly. The one thing you don't lack right now is time. As long as your husband values you, your life won't be too difficult."
I've heard that the Yuan family has a good family tradition of learning, and their descendants' education is probably quite good. However, it's also possible that there might be a flawed character among them. Therefore, since we haven't met Xiong Yanyan's husband, we don't know anything about his character.
When Xiong Yanyan thought of her husband, she felt very conflicted. After what happened yesterday, the whole mansion had been talking about it before she even got back. Her mother-in-law saw her complicated expression, and her husband only asked her if she was alright. What could she say? Of course, she said she was fine.
Her husband simply nodded and said, "It's alright."
They had only been married a short time and should have been deeply in love. However, as a new bride, she was afraid of giving people the impression of being restless, so she rarely left the house.
During that time, apart from visiting the Song family, yesterday was her first time going out on the street, and such an embarrassing thing happened. It was impossible for her not to be sad and heartbroken, but her husband's reaction made her feel inexplicably panicked.
Now, facing Mo Lan, besides feeling embarrassed, she also felt a sliver of hope. As for what this hope was, she couldn't even explain it herself; her feelings were incredibly complicated.
She glanced at Mo Lan, watching her skillfully arrange the celadon tea set in front of her. In the courtyard of the mountain village, she had also calmly arranged that white porcelain tea set.
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