Chapter 110 Such a Happy Day
In a blink of an eye, it was the twelfth lunar month and the weather was getting colder. Meng was pregnant and could not go out anymore. However, Chen Qi was in good spirits and invited her to her home every now and then.
That day, Chen Qi came earlier than usual and was eating the chestnut cake made by Meng. By chance, a young girl who looked like a maid walked to the door and bowed.
"This servant pays respects to the Madam."
Meng Qinghui had a blank expression on his face, as if he was used to it.
"Get up and go."
After the maid left, Shen Qi asked in a low voice.
"It's your family's custom... that every maid comes here and kowtows to you every day?"
Meng smiled helplessly.
"No. She's not just any maid... She's my husband's concubine."
Chen Qi seemed to be choked by the cake. She didn't know what to say for a moment and just took a sip of tea in silence.
Meng was very calm and sighed softly.
"It's ridiculous to say it, but my mother sent this all the way here after she found out I was pregnant."
When Meng Qinghui was still a minor, Mrs. Huang had already arranged for a concubine to be prepared for her husband's family after her marriage.
This maid was of average appearance and gentle character. She had been taught by the Meng family since childhood, so she could help serve her husband when she was pregnant.
Meng Qinghui is so stunningly beautiful, and Lord Wen is still dignified and self-disciplined. This plain-looking maidservant is just a decoration.
Even so, Meng still felt like a thorn in her back and a fishbone stuck in her throat when she saw her.
She looked at Chen Qi who was looking down in thought.
"I know your family doesn't have concubines, but I've never dared to ask you... Does your family have many concubines like this?"
For ordinary officials and their families, taking in concubines is somewhat taboo.
However, it was common for merchants in Guangling City to keep dozens of singing girls and concubines inside and outside their houses.
Chen Qi shook her head—she didn’t have any at home.
Meng was surprised when she heard this. She couldn't help but send her attendants away, lowered her voice, and asked Chen Qi to teach her what tricks she had to control her husband that made Mr. Xie fall in love with her so much.
Shen Qi blushed.
When she was young and studying the books of sages in school, she never imagined that she would have to teach her descendants such things when she grew up.
She told the truth.
"I don't have any tricks."
In her eyes, Xie Yuduo really didn't need any tricks.
The way Chen Qi controlled him was no different from the way she controlled her own childhood dog.
He is a man who is easy to please.
When he is happy, patting his head will make him even happier. When he is angry, stroking his fur will make him happy.
The only time was when they were both angry with each other and he hid in the study and didn't come back. I took the initiative to go to him, sat in his arms and kissed him, which made him unable to stop.
What other tricks are needed for this?
…
Meng Qinghui was stunned when he heard this and sighed leisurely.
It turns out that all these days of love and happiness were given to Madam Shen.
Near noon, Chen Qi said goodbye and went home, and the smile on Meng Qinghui's face faded a lot.
In the dining room of Wen's house, Wen Boyuan was standing by the window with a book in his hand, reading the classics in his hand while waiting for his wife to have lunch together.
This Lord Wen has an elegant figure, a handsome face, and regular facial features. He looks quite good and has the demeanor of a gentleman as gentle as jade.
But, he is really too gentlemanly.
Why can't he be a little more scoundrel like other people's husbands?
Seeing Meng come in, he nodded slightly.
"lady."
Meng Qinghui was used to it and remained calm, bowing slightly.
"Husband."
"Madam, please have your meal."
"Husband, please."
At the dinner table, Wen Boyuan added two dishes to her meal as usual, and Meng Qinghui added one soup to his meal as usual.
The whole table was silent. Although there were many maids serving around, not even a cough was heard.
After the meal was over, a maid brought fragrant tea for rinsing the mouth on a small tea tray, and then served clear tea for drinking.
After finishing his meal, rinsing his mouth and drinking tea, Wen Boyuan asked her as usual.
"How is your health today, Madam? Are you busy at home?"
Meng Qinghui replied as usual.
"I'm fine, there's not much going on at home."
In fact, she wanted to tell him what she and Chen Qi had eaten and what interesting things they had talked about today.
However, this seemed to be against etiquette. He was a gentleman who observed etiquette and would not ask such questions. He probably would not like her to have such close contact with a merchant's wife.
She didn't say anything.
After Wen Boyuan asked, he nodded slightly and went back to the study in front to read as usual.
Meng Qinghui knew that, as always, he would not come back until the moon reached its zenith.
She lived this monotonous life for five years.
Our Lord Wen is a gentleman and a good official, but he is definitely not a good husband like Shen Qi's.
She thought of Mr. Xie's jealous look when he blamed her for stealing his wife, and she was filled with envy.
If the husband of the Shen family lady is a dog that is easy to coax, then my husband is probably an ox - silent, reliable, prudent and polite, with unlimited future, tied tightly by the rules of a scholarly family... It's meaningless.
In the afternoon, Mrs. Meng would take a nap as usual.
This time, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and she remembered Chen Qi's frank words again - if he doesn't come back from the study, then I'll go over there.
In the study of Wen's house, Lord Wen turned another page of the book.
The study is extremely spacious and bright. On the right is a rosewood marble desk piled high with books. In a rosewood brush holder, brushes of various colors are like a cluster of arrows, the ink marks are not yet dry, and the rice paper is slightly curled.
He was staring intently when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
Wen Boyuan frowned slightly. He never liked servants to disturb him when he was reading.
Before he could answer, the door opened by itself.
Meng Qinghui walked in holding a book and supporting his waist.
He was stunned. His wife rarely came to the study to see him, so he wondered what was the matter.
"My dear, I was studying today and there is a word I don't understand, so I came to ask for your help."
Upon hearing this, Lord Wen hurriedly stood up and extended his hands across the desk to take it. However, Mrs. Meng did not hand it over. Instead, she walked around the desk and sat down on his chair leisurely.
"Please take a seat, Madam."
Lord Wen was afraid of squeezing his wife's heavy body, so he quickly stood up and made way.
Meng was a little disappointed, but still stretched out her slender finger to show him.
"Look, that's the word."
Admire.
The admiration of love - if a person is young, he admires his parents; if he is lustful, he admires young girls; if he has a wife, he admires his wife.
Lord Wen felt something was wrong. The Meng family was the descendant of sages and masters of poetry and literature, yet she couldn't even recognize this word?
Meng Qinghui had already thought of a reason and smiled shyly.
"When I was young, my mother told me that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. She only asked me to learn a few simple words and a basic understanding of principles. I never studied as hard as you, my husband, do."
Lord Wen nodded slightly. This is also a common rule among masters of poetry and literature.
The Meng family does have this rule, but Meng Qinghui is not a person who follows the rules.
The Meng family has a vast collection of books. When she was a child, she secretly learned to read from her brothers and sisters. There are really few words in this world that she doesn't know.
At this moment, Meng Qinghui, who was well-read in poetry and books, narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to be ignorant.
"Oh, so that's the word. However, I've only read it once and can't remember it. How about you, my husband, teach me how to write it?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
