Chapter 42 Teahouse 7 He He, Don’t Be Sad
An Zi smiled meaningfully: "Who do you think it is, Shao Qing?"
Xie Wuhen replied: "I don't know who it is."
Then he coldly ordered, "The teahouse is temporarily closed and staff are being dispatched to evacuate the crowd."
An Zi replied respectfully, "I obey your command."
Xie Wuhen was too lazy to pay attention to him and jumped up to the second floor.
As soon as I stepped into the corridor on the second floor, I saw Su He squeezed in the crowd.
She was wearing a crimson dress, with golden hairpins swaying and a face as beautiful as a lotus. She was looking into the private room of Bishuixuan.
She stood there brightly, neatly and perfectly, standing out from the crowd.
No adultery, no infidelity, no betrayal, just standing there intact.
He felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
After a moment, he turned and went downstairs.
Su He didn't know that Xie Wuhen had been there.
At this moment, she was watching the fun like an ordinary spectator.
Because there were too many spectators, the entrance to Bishuixuan was completely blocked, so blocked that not even a fly could fly out.
Li Jianye and Zhang Qianer were both huddled in the corner of the private room, their clothes scattered all over the place. Fortunately, a kind-hearted person covered them with a black cloth to hide their shame.
But no matter how wide the black cloth was, it could not cover their exposed shoulders and ankles, which were glaring and very eye-catching.
Zhang Qian'er buried her head in tears and after crying for a while she secretly looked outside, wanting to see if there were fewer people outside and whether she could escape back home quickly.
Li Jianye coughed and cursed, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen your father and mother perform the Zhougong ritual? If they didn't perform the Zhougong ritual, how could you bastards exist?"
He cursed again: "Fuck you, get out of here, go back, take off all your clothes and look at yourself in the mirror."
Now that things have come to this, the so-called dignity and face have been shattered to pieces.
Things were not originally like this; they were the ones who were watching the show.
But now, they have become characters in the play.
Li Jianye remembers that everything started with drinking that pot of tea.
He and Zhang Qian'er drank several cups in succession, and then began to feel strange, his face turned red, his breathing became rapid, and everything was out of control.
It’s okay to lose control, after all, love between men and women is normal, after all, the doors and windows are closed to avoid being seen.
The bad thing was that when they were enjoying themselves, the second manager of the teahouse came with a few waiters to offer them snacks. The moment they pushed the door open, everything became clear to the world.
Someone shouted "Catch the adulterer", and all the tea drinkers rushed to the second floor.
Li Jianye remembered that he did not ask anyone to offer him snacks, and he also expected that there must be something wrong with the tea in the private room, but now he was burdened with a bad reputation and had lost all his dignity, so he had no power to fight back.
Apart from coughing and cursing, he just hoped to get through this moment as soon as possible.
Zhang Qianer was also enduring it, crying as she went along.
As for what would happen after she got through this, she didn't dare to think about it at the moment.
The spectators were still very excited.
Some even added fuel to the fire, loudly jokingly saying, "I only heard that Master Li had tuberculosis and was in poor health, but I never thought he had such a refined taste."
Some people even scolded Zhang Qianer: "The Xie family is a prestigious family after all, but they never expected to have such a shameless niece!"
Someone corrected: "That shameless niece's surname is Zhang, and she has nothing to do with the Xie family."
"You talk as if you are a member of the Xie family."
"I'm just being fair. Who wants to have relatives like this?"
Su He never said a word and no one recognized her.
Seeing the miserable state of the two men, she felt relieved.
I wanted to go to the third floor to thank Zeng Yidao again, but gave up because there were too many people.
At least at this moment, she didn't want others to know that she was familiar with Zeng Yidao, so as not to cause trouble to the other party or herself.
Su He walked sideways downstairs, and Fei Zi finally squeezed into the lobby on the first floor. When he looked up, he saw Xie Wuhen who was busy evacuating the crowd.
Because of his evacuation, the lobby was obviously much emptier.
She was startled for a moment, then walked to his side, "Why is my husband here?"
He looked up at her and replied calmly, "I was passing by here on official business, so I came in to see. Are you here for tea too, ma'am?"
His gaze was always on her face. It seemed calm and light as the wilderness, but in fact it was deep and unfathomable, as cold as a pond.
When Li Jianye examined the birthmark on her body, she saw this kind of look in his eyes - a questioning look.
Could it be that today, he is doubting her again?
Su He also pretended to be calm as he glanced at the clear sky outside and nodded: "The weather is nice, so I thought I'd come here to sit down and have some snacks."
Then she asked, "My husband, do you know what happened here?"
"Okay, I understand."
"Then how should we arrange for Li Jianye and Miss Qian'er?"
He asked in return: "Madam, how do you think we should be arranged?"
She smiled faintly. "Although I dislike Li Jianye as a brother, he is at least the only son of the Li family. Although my husband dislikes Miss Qian'er as a relative, she is at least connected to the Xie family. How about you send someone to escort them back later?"
He also smiled slightly: "That's good."
Afterwards, Xie Wuhen asked An Zi to go to the Dali Temple to summon people.
After just a few cups of tea, Wu Sheng led a team of servants over. They first evacuated the guests from the teahouse, and then sent the two people from Bishuixuan back home in a carriage.
Su He and Xie Wuhen also got on the carriage back home.
She noticed that he spoke very little today. After getting in the car, they chatted for a few minutes and then closed his eyes to rest.
Although they were sitting side by side, he didn't even touch her.
Su He said with concern: "My husband has been busy with official duties lately, leaving home early and returning late. He must be exhausted, right?"
He still closed his eyes: "Don't worry, my lady, it's okay."
"How long will you be so busy?"
"It should be soon."
Su He said "Oh" and said no more.
He closed his eyes to rest, and she remained silent. Only the clatter of the carriage rang in her ears.
It was already dusk when we returned to Chunhuayuan.
After the two of them finished their meal and washed up, they dismissed the servants and closed the door.
Xie Wuhen didn't seem to want to go to bed, but sat at the wooden table drinking tea.
He was wearing a shirt with a slightly open collar. There was still moisture from the bath on his protruding collarbone. He looked a bit wild and lazy.
He called out "Wife".
Su He was sitting in front of her dressing table applying cream. When she heard the voice, she looked at him and asked, "What's the matter, my husband?"
His expression was slightly restrained: "I have something to say to my wife, can you come over and sit down?"
Su He put down the facial cream in her hand and sat opposite him as he said.
He said solemnly, "Today a beggar went to the Dali Temple and gave me a message."
She wondered, "What news?"
He pursed his lips slightly and paused: "He said that my wife was having a secret meeting with someone in the Worry-Free Teahouse."
Su He's chest relaxed, and she finally understood why he was acting abnormally today.
Her expression remained unchanged: "My husband believes it?"
He was silent, but the fingertips holding the cup turned slightly white.
She continued, "So, your husband's appearance at the Worry-Free Teahouse today wasn't just passing by, but rather he came here on purpose?"
He asked in return, "Madam, do you think I shouldn't rush over even if I heard such news?"
She looked at him gravely, "My husband, are you suspicious of me?"
He looked at her and fell silent again.
She pretended to be distressed: "May I ask, my husband, do you suspect that I am having an affair with someone, or do you suspect that I have framed Zhang Qian'er? Or do you suspect both?"
He answered the question irrelevantly: "My wife is a smart person."
She was indeed smart. He thought she had fallen into someone else's trap, but he didn't expect that she would actually drag the person who set the trap into the trap.
The woman in front of me is not simple!
Su He asked, "Are you mocking me, my poor concubine, my husband?"
He still gave an irrelevant answer: "Madam, why didn't you mind marrying Zhou Ping in the first place? What did you want to do with the power Zhou Ping held?"
He brought up the past again, and his words hit the nail on the head. Su He's chest suddenly tightened.
After a moment, she stood up and stood solemnly in front of the table. The candlelight cast her figure diagonally on the table, adding a sense of tragedy to her forbearance.
She said in a resounding voice, "My husband once promised me that he would never doubt me in this life. Today, it seems that your promise is as light as a feather. Your suspicion of me has long been etched deep into my bones. Well, I am tired and do not want to make any explanations. Whether this marriage is a peaceful divorce or a divorce, I have no complaints."
After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the bed, pretending to go to sleep.
He stood up and hugged her from behind.
The hug was so sudden that she couldn't recover for a moment.
Afterwards, an inexplicable feeling of grievance spread throughout my heart, mixed with the fragrance of pine cones on his body, spreading endlessly...
She said, "Since my husband doesn't believe me, please let me go."
His voice was hoarse: "You said your husband doubted you, but when did you not doubt your husband?"
She turned to look at him. The tall man had a stern expression, but his eyes were much softer.
She murmured, "Why do you say that, my husband?"
He replied, "I admit, I was a little upset when I first heard that Madam was having a secret meeting with someone. But after arriving at the teahouse, I discovered that the person behind this was Zhang Qian'er, who had instigated the beggar to deliver the message, and the person who had the secret meeting was also Zhang Qian'er. She must have been killed by Madam today, right? Madam was able to subdue her so easily because she knew her plan, right? But even if Madam knew her plan, she never revealed a single word to me. Even if Madam took the risk alone, she was unwilling to ask for my help. What else could this be but suspicion of me?"
Su He choked and was speechless for a moment.
She didn't just doubt him, she was actually deceiving, cheating and using him.
But she must not let him find out about this. She married him and had been cautious in every step to get to where she is today. The only thing she could rely on was his trust.
This proud man always responds to soft tactics rather than harsh ones, so she has to show weakness.
She lowered her eyes, tears trickling down her cheeks: "My husband is right. I have long known about the plan of Miss Qian'er and Li Jianye, so I retaliated against them today. I have not told you about these circumstances. First, because of Miss Qian'er's identity, she is a relative of the third house, and can be regarded as your cousin. The Xie family's several houses are not in harmony, and I don't want to cause discord between the first and third houses because of me. Second, I also have my own selfish motives. Although I am the legitimate daughter of the Li family, I am marrying up to you, and I don't want you to see me, a vindictive and cautious person." She wiped her tears and looked up at him, with a hint of regret in her eyes. "But I am indeed like this. I was born in a poor family, my mother is deceased, and my father has just remarried. If I hadn't been vindictive and cautious, I wouldn't be alive today. So I have warned myself countless times that no matter what, I must seize every opportunity to grab power and climb to the top. That's why I don't mind marrying Zhou Ping—I don't mind marrying a sixty-year-old man. My husband asked me what I want power for?" She smiled, and tears fell again. "I want power to control my own life, I want power to obtain a fair and just life, I want power to win the minimum respect of others. Are these reasons enough?"
She seems to be describing Li Shuli's life, but in fact she is more like describing herself.
Those shed tears, those endless sorrows, some are deliberate expressions of weakness, while others are true expressions of feelings.
He felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms again.
He said, "He He, don't be sad, I was wrong."
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