"Madam, the mistress has been discharged from the hospital. The young master went to pick her up personally."
When Ye Wanying was watching the live broadcast with great interest, He Jingchuan's car drove to the door.
The servants came over cautiously and reminded Ye Wanying.
"What does it have to do with me? They're back, so why should I welcome them with drums and gongs?"
Ye Wanying sneered.
She didn't take her eyes off the live video, just waiting to see Chi Yu's good show.
"Young Madam!"
The housekeeper stood by and weakly reminded: "According to the rules of the He family, when the young master and his wife come home, you are to stand at the door to greet them and personally hand them slippers."
The housekeeper paused and continued, "The mistress wasn't home yesterday, and you didn't follow the rules when you first came in, but I'm afraid that won't work today..."
"What?"
Before the housekeeper could finish his words, Ye Wanying stood up from the sofa in surprise.
She said sarcastically, "If it weren't for the stylish decor in this room, I would have thought I was living in the old society! He Jingchuan is my husband. I don't expect him to spoil me too much, but at least he shouldn't make me serve him humbly. As for my mother-in-law, she didn't give birth to me, nor did she raise me. I don't owe her anything, so why should I serve her?"
After saying that, Ye Wanying glanced at the servants in the room who seemed busy but were actually leisurely, and sneered:
"The family spends money to hire so many useless people, and I, a distinguished young lady, am asked to bend down and hand them slippers? It's ridiculous."
As he was speaking, He Jingchuan had already helped his mother, Mrs. He, into the house.
Mrs. He was so angry about her son's wedding that she fell seriously ill. Even after staying in the hospital for a few days, she still looked listless.
However, as soon as she saw Ye Wanying, Mrs. He's dull eyes were immediately filled with resentment.
"Jingchuan, Madam He!"
Ye Wanying greeted him perfunctorily.
After saying that, she added an exasperating sentence:
"Mrs. He, I've been married to Jingchuan for two days now. You were ill and didn't attend the wedding, and you didn't give me any compensation for changing your name. Since you didn't give me any compensation for changing your name, I'll call you 'Mrs. He'. You shouldn't mind, right?"
"Someone come!"
Madam He ignored Ye Wanying and ordered the housekeeper in a deep voice:
"Push this little bitch to her knees on the ground. What do you think our He family is? You can do whatever you want to her. Do you think you can be the ancestor just because you married in?"
Following Mrs. He's order, three maids rushed over and held Ye Wanying.
"Who dares to touch me? Let go!"
Ye Wanying struggled.
Xiaofang saw that Ye Wanying was stubborn and unwilling to give in, so she raised her leg and kicked her hard in the knee.
Ye Wanying knelt down in front of Mrs. He with a plop.
She was so angry that she yelled, "You damn old woman, my parents never made me kneel, why do you want me to kneel?"
Ye Wanying glared at Madam He angrily, then turned to look at He Jingchuan and burst into tears:
"Jingchuan, He Jingchuan, you clearly said you would protect me. Now I'm being bullied, why don't you say something! He Jingchuan!"
He Jingchuan turned a deaf ear to her crying.
He Jingchuan didn't dare to interrupt at all.
He knew his mother's temper.
The mother originally just wanted to set rules for Ye Wanying. If he, as a son, interrupted and protected her now, it would definitely arouse Mrs. He's anger.
He Jingchuan knew his mother's methods.
That golf club was the rod of punishment held in the mother's hand.
Even towards his son, he would not show any mercy.
"Slap me in the face. If I don't stop, keep hitting me."
Mrs. He ordered calmly.
A vicious light flashed in Xiaofang's eyes. She rolled up her sleeves and slapped Ye Wanying hard in the face.
Ye Wanying screamed in pain, but Xiaofang did not stop. She waved her hands left and right.
The sound of slapping hands echoed in the hall, making people feel uneasy.
The butler respectfully handed Mrs. He a cup of tea.
Mrs. He took a leisurely sip.
He drank it and spit it out, then turned to the housekeeper and asked, "I'm taking medicine and can't drink tea. Don't you even know this?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, it was my mistake."
The housekeeper immediately took the teacup away and ordered the kitchen to bring a bowl of thick bird's nest.
Mrs. He took a bite, squinted her eyes contentedly, then raised her hand slightly, signaling Xiaofang to take a break.
At this time, Ye Wanying's face was already red and swollen from being beaten.
He Jingchuan didn't frown during the whole process.
Mrs. He finished the bird's nest in her bowl, then stared at Ye Wanying's red and swollen face and asked, "Ye Wanying, do you know why I hit you?"
"Humph! Because you've lost your mind!"
Ye Wanying spat blood and spit at Madam He, cursing, "Old witch, when you can't move, I'll make sure you can't die every day even if you want to, and can't live well even if you want to live."
die?
At her age, Mrs. He is most annoyed by hearing this word.
"housekeeper."
Madam He turned around and instructed the middle-aged man beside her: "Take her to the basement to reflect on her actions. Also, print out the rules of our He family. When she has memorized them, let her out."
"yes."
There was a glint of pride in the butler's eyes.
There are so many servants in the house, and none of them doesn't dislike Ye Wanying.
It was just because Ye Wanying was so domineering on the first day she came into the house. She set rules for the servants at home. Several people were beaten by Ye Wanying, and half of Mrs. Liu's face is still swollen.
By doing this, Mrs. He has avenged everyone, which is really gratifying.
Ye Wanying was dragged down, looking at He Jingchuan with despair on her face, and yelled: "Husband, save me, husband, you can't let your mother bully me like this, help! Let me go!"
The louder Ye Wanying shouted, the happier the servants felt.
In the basement, which is less than five square meters, the air is filled with a strong smell of mold because there is no sunlight all year round.
The cement floor was cold and there was only a straw mat in the room.
A dim lamp like a ghost fire hung above the head, illuminating the shadows dimly, and there was nothing else.
The housekeeper had already printed out the rules of the He family.
He threw it in front of Ye Wanying indifferently and said calmly, "Young Madam, you heard what Madam said. If you want to get out of here quickly, you should memorize all of this. I will come back for a random check tomorrow morning."
"Bah! You bunch of beasts! I'll send you all to jail when I get out."
Ye Wanying grabbed the document on the ground and tore it in half.
The housekeeper was not panicked: "Young Madam, if you still want to live here, go ahead and tear it up. I won't give you a second copy."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The basement door slammed shut and the sound of it being locked could be heard.
The narrow space fell into deathly silence.
Ye Wanying didn't bring her cell phone, so even if she shouted at the top of her lungs, no one could take her out of here.
“Hahaha! Hahahaha!”
Ye Wanying knocked on the door, and she started laughing while crying, with tears streaming down her face.
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