Hu Xu returned from his shift and came face to face with Mrs. Lu's carriage.
He felt that the carriage looked familiar, so he took a closer look at it, not wanting to meet Mrs. Lu's face in the carriage.
"Greetings, Madam Lu." Hu Xu stepped forward and bowed.
Mrs. Lu snapped out of her shock and anger and looked at the person who spoke to her in front of the car. "Who are you?"
Hu Xu said, "I'm Hu Xu, a friend of Ah Qiao."
Ah Qiao? Madam Lu frowned. "She's an unmarried girl, how could she allow you to address her so frivolously? It's so rude."
Although she was so rude, Hu Xu was not angry.
"Ordinary people and neighbors are not like the wealthy and powerful. They follow the common customs and address each other as they are close. Besides, Ah Qiao and Uncle Song have no objections, so there is no need for Madam to worry."
Mrs. Lu was feeling frustrated by Song Qiao's words, and she suspected that he was making some kind of innuendo. She immediately asked angrily, "What do you mean?"
Since she had already started talking, Hu Xu didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly: "Since Madam has ignored Ah Qiao for so many years, there is really no need to disturb her and Uncle Song's peaceful life now."
Madam Lu shouted angrily: "How dare you!"
Hu Xuwen said, "Ah Qiao has passed the time when she needed you. Whatever you do now will be in vain. It is better to give her peace. Besides, if you really love her, you should not make her sad and embarrassed anymore."
"How can you, a man from outside, interfere in what's going on between her and me?" Mrs. Lu became more and more embarrassed and angry.
A sharp light flashed in Hu Xu's eyes. "As a 'foreign man', I still feel a little sorry for her loneliness and weakness. And you, you abandoned her for over a decade, pretended to be close to her, and then tried to profit from her. With such behavior, can you be considered a true mother?"
Madam Lu was shocked and asked sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Madam, you know best whether I'm talking nonsense or not." Hu Xu met her gaze and said without flinching, "I came here to tell you, Madam, that no matter what you want to do with Ah Qiao, I, Hu Xu, will never sit idly by."
Madam Lu was furious. "Who are you, you little brat? How dare you interfere in my affairs?"
"Madam, what identity did you use to approach Ah Qiao? Mother? Or the mistress of the Lu family? Unfortunately, you and Uncle Song had already divorced and abandoned Ah Qiao. If you want to seduce her by posing as a mother, it depends on whether Uncle Song and Ah Qiao will recognize you."
Hu Xu responded calmly, his words hitting the nail on the head. "If it's about Madam Lu, then I'm sorry to say, what is Lu Sizhu's relationship with the Song family?"
Seeing that Hu Xu knew so much about the Song family, her own past, and even the Lu family, Mrs. Lu was shocked and couldn't help but become alert.
This person and Song Qiao are definitely not ordinary friends, and I'm afraid he is planning to take advantage of Song Qiao.
"Song Qiao and I are blood relatives. No matter if she recognizes me or not, no matter who I am, I am her biological mother." Madam Lu sneered, "But you, don't even think of having any bad ideas about her. She's not someone you can marry."
"Since you've made it clear, I'll tell you the truth. I do have feelings for Ah Qiao, but I don't have any ulterior motives." Hu Xu's brows were clear and his eyes were open. "It's from my heart and my true feelings."
"You!" Madam Lu was so angry that her head was dizzy and her vision was dark. She gritted her teeth and said, "I won't agree to it."
Hu Xu smiled and said, "Your consent is not necessary. As long as Ah Qiao and Uncle Song agree, it will be fine."
Mrs. Lu was so angry that she shook her body, and the maid beside her quickly supported her.
Hu Xu was afraid that she might get hurt, so he didn't want to provoke her with words. He softened his tone and advised, "Madam, since you are not feeling well, I hope you will take care of yourself and go back to rest as soon as possible."
"There's no need for you to be hypocritical!" It's not easy to be the mistress of the house.
Mrs. Lu has been busy these days with the affairs of the harem, suppressing the rebellious slaves, and seeking peace with Song Qiao. She is exhausted both physically and mentally from running back and forth.
He was so angry at this arrogant guy who appeared out of nowhere that he felt dizzy and almost couldn't sit still.
She didn't want to lose her composure in front of outsiders, so she ordered her attendants and maids, "Go home!"
Hu Xu respectfully said, "Madam, take care."
The carriage sped away, leaving behind a cloud of angry dust.
Hu Xu glanced at Song Qiao's house, and his face suddenly felt hot when he thought of what he had just said to Mrs. Lu.
He stood there for a while and was about to go to Song Qiao's house to take a look, but he heard someone calling him from a carriage next to him.
"Mr. Hu."
He looked back and saw that it was Wen Hui's follower, and his scalp suddenly went numb.
The attendant laughed and said, "When I heard you introduce your names to that lady just now, I thought I had misheard. I didn't expect it was really you."
What I said just now was indeed heard.
Hu Xu smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Wen is here to see...Ms. Song?"
The attendant said, "The master has always wanted to come to Madam Song's house to visit Lan, but he never had the chance. Today, he happened to be shopping nearby, so he came here and is now in Madam Song's courtyard."
"Then I'll go and pay my respects." Hu Xu paused and said to his attendant, "My conversation with Madam Lu just now..."
The attendant looked at him suspiciously, then, noticing his slightly uncomfortable expression, he winked and smiled, "I understand. I will keep this a secret for you, sir."
Hu Xu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."
At this point, he hadn't told Song Qiao about it yet. Song Qiao was very sensitive, so he didn't want her to hear it from other people to avoid misunderstandings. When the time was right, he would tell Song Qiao himself...
He coughed, then patted his face and walked towards Song Qiao's house.
Song Qiao gathered his thoughts and returned home.
"Mr. Wen, sorry for the wait."
Wen Hui moved an orchid onto the stone table and was examining it carefully. Seeing her return, she waved towards her and asked, "Is this Shibajiao?"
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