Chapter 221 A Good Girl is Afraid of Being Clingy

Although he didn't want to admit it, compared to him, Qin Lang did a good job in maintaining harmonious family relationships.

In fact, Wen Qingheng is the same, and they are a loving couple.

But Wen Qingheng doesn't like him now, and meeting him is no different from meeting his enemy.

Pei Jian then invited Qin Lang to come over and asked, "If your wife is unhappy, what do you usually do?"

Qin Lang's eyes rolled around, and he took another look at Pei Xiang's gloomy face, and immediately understood:

"It depends on whether it was me who made her angry or someone else. If it was someone else who made her angry, I would try to stay away from them so as not to be affected by the incident. But if it was me -"

He drawled.

Normally, the person asking the question would eagerly respond with, “What do you do?”

But Pei Jian is obviously not a normal person.

Not only did he not respond, he would also stare at people with his dark and deep eyes, which made people feel more stressed and sit upright as if they were attending a court meeting, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

"If I have offended her, I will have to pay for it. She married me when she was in her teens, gave birth to children, and took care of the household. As men, we should be more tolerant and understanding."

This is Qin Lang's true feelings, and it is also the standard he has always followed.

But such an answer does not fit Pei Jian and Nian Xi's current situation.

Because Nian Xi simply refused to give him a chance to make amends.

"What if she doesn't accept it?"

"Please! A virtuous woman is afraid of being entangled with a man. Women are soft-hearted. As long as a man is willing to sacrifice his reputation, there is nothing that cannot be saved."

Having said this, seeing Pei Jian's pensive expression, Qin Lang continued, "Jing He is a bit of a nerd. Now the rumors in Beijing are all over the place, saying bad things about his sister. Otherwise, Jing He, as a brother, wouldn't be so angry.

But then again, no matter how bad my sister is, she married you when she was in her teens, and now she is old and ugly, and has become your wife. No matter what, she is still like a family member—"

Qin Lang gradually fell silent under Pei Yan's stern gaze.

He also wanted to give some advice out of good intentions.

But what kind of look did Pei Jian give him? Did he think he was a fool?

Pei Jian, however, found the words harsh.

Old and ugly?

A wife who has shared the hardships of life?

This has nothing to do with Nian Xi.

He couldn't help but said coldly, "You might as well tell her this."

"She wanted a divorce."

Qin Lang was stunned.

However, he quickly changed his mind:

"My sister must have her reasons for wanting a divorce. Young couples are companions for old age. You are now focusing on your official duties. When you are old, you will not even have a caring person around you. That's how lonely you will be. As for a woman, it is better to spend more time with her than anything else."

Pei Jian still didn't understand.

But he knew that Nianxi liked company. She liked to share even a portion of food.

And he hasn't shared her life for a long, long time.

After ten years of marriage, Nianxi has become the pillar of the family. If she leaves, the family will fall apart.

He couldn't tell the difference between love and family affection, he only knew that he couldn't live without her.

At this time, a guard came in and reported, "Madam has returned to the capital."

…

Nianxi's sister-in-law Zheng Yuan came from the cavalry general's mansion.

She had seven older brothers and various cousins.

It can be said that the yang energy in the entire general's mansion is as strong as it can be.

Zheng Yuan's idea was simple. She thought that Nianxi just lacked the ability to move around and socialize with others. Staying at home all day could make even a good person sick.

Her family is famous for having more men than women. Without those gossiping women, there would be a lot less unhappiness.

Anyway, if she were a man, she would definitely like Nian'er.

Coincidentally, their son had the same idea as her.

As soon as Nian Xi showed up, someone started asking her about something.

He is Zheng Yuan's cousin, Marquis Yong'an. His wife died two years ago, and he has not yet married.

Zheng Yuan also planned for Nianxi, but she had just divorced, so she might not have the heart to do so at the moment. So she said her intention implicitly, and Yong'an Hou expressed his understanding, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Nianxi was still fiery.

Nian Xi didn't care about all this. After paying her respects to the birthday god, she sat quietly in a corner.

In the past, she was the prime minister's wife and had a high status. Everyone else flattered her and she sat in the main seat. She had to pay attention to her manners with every frown and smile.

Now she has let it go and lives her own life. Even if someone is secretly staring at her, she doesn't care. She is relaxed and listens quietly to the women talking about family matters.

It's nothing more than idle chatter.

Nian Xi found it interesting. She had been shutting herself off for too long and hadn't felt this alive for a long time.

I always found banquets unbearable in the past, but now I can appreciate their charm.

She was gentle, quiet, and very pretty, not as mean and haggard as the rumors had said. The women gradually became familiar with her.

The old lady was celebrating her birthday, so naturally the whole family came out to celebrate. By the time they returned home after the banquet, their father and brothers were already drunk.

There are many sons but few aunts in the general's mansion, so Wen Qingheng, the aunt, is the natural choice to be forced to drink.

At this moment, they were busy putting the Wen father and son on the carriage. The old women and servants surrounded the carriage. Nian Xi was unable to help, so she went to her own carriage first.

Before I got on the bus, someone called me from behind.

Nian Xi recognized him; he was her sister-in-law's cousin, Marquis Yong'an.

Yong'an Marquis was of medium build with a beard. When he saw her turn around, he asked with a smile, "Madam Wen, are you going home?"

Nian Xi didn't understand what was going on, so she nodded in agreement.

Yong'an Hou had a round face and dark skin. Perhaps out of habit, he always stroked his beard before speaking, which caused Nianxi to look at him unconsciously.

He asked, "I wonder if Madam Wen likes steamed lamb with wine? My mother's birthday is next month, and the steamed lamb with wine in my house is the best in Beijing. I wonder if Madam Wen would like to enjoy it?"

The meaning is very clear.

Straightforward and explicit.

Just like the way Marquis Yong'an looked at her at this moment.

Perhaps in his eyes, it was a great honor for a divorced woman to be favored by him. Although he was only asking, his tone was determined to win her over.

Unfortunately, Nian Xi was born to love handsome men.

Even if she dies of old age, her aesthetic will not change.

Although she was divorced, she was not blind.

The appearance of Yong'an Hou is really——

Too confident.

Nian Xi glanced at the two wisps of mustache again.

She really doesn't like men growing beards.

If the man is handsome, the beard will cover up his original elegance; if the man is ugly, growing a beard will make things even worse.

It also makes people feel unclean and a bit oily.

Of course, this is just her personal likes and dislikes.

There have been men with beautiful beards since ancient times, but Nian Xi prefers to be clean and refreshing.

"That's not necessary." Nian Xi didn't want to look at him anymore, so she turned around and got in the car.

"Don't like steamed lamb with wine? How about lamb trotters and bamboo shoots? Or if you like something else, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it in advance. My chef is also famous in Beijing."

He actually started to pursue it relentlessly.

Nian Xi could have ignored it, but she was concerned about her sister-in-law. Just as she was about to tell her that she didn't like mutton, a cold male voice like a jade-beating chime came from the side:

"She doesn't like lamb."

Pei Jian strode forward.

He was tall, and wore a waisted dark blue narrow-sleeved brocade robe, which made him look tall and straight, majestic and handsome. Standing in front of Yong'an Hou, he was overwhelming in both momentum and appearance.

"She is disgusting." Pei Jian said coldly.

Marquis Yong'an was visibly panicked.

It was hard for that black skin to be so purple. He even stroked his beard at this time. "Yes, I am sorry for being so rude. I will take my leave."