Chapter 70: The night is thick, embraced
Wen Changming's expression grew increasingly ugly.
Wen Zixi snorted coldly and said calmly, "I deeply agree with you."
Wen Changming could no longer hold back and watched helplessly as his nephew was dragged away, his severely injured body leaving a trail of blood on the ground!
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Su Luo was not feeling well, so she made an excuse to return to the Su Mansion.
Yun Xueya stood in the small kitchen, stirring the bubbling chicken, bird's nest and red date porridge with a spoon, and the aroma filled the air.
Her daughter Luo'er has always been thin and delicate, and she hopes that Luo'er can give birth to a child as soon as possible so that she can gain a foothold in the Marquis' Mansion.
Given my current physical condition, I don’t know if I can survive until my grandson is born.
Yun Xueya covered her lips with silk cloth, coughing uncontrollably, and turned her face away, staying away from the bird's nest, shredded chicken and red date porridge.
Before Su Luo even reached the main courtyard, she heard a cough. She hurried over to take the soup spoon from her mother's hand and told Yun Ran, "Help my mother go in and have a rest. Don't worry, I know this porridge is made for me."
A smile appeared on Yun Xueya's face: "Nothing can be hidden from my dear daughter."
Qingxue Qingya also came over, served the shredded chicken porridge into a bowl, and brought it to the table.
Yun Xueya habitually stirred the chicken porridge to cool it down. After testing the temperature with the back of her hand, she pushed it in front of Su Luo and said, "I haven't seen you for a while. Why do I feel like you've lost weight?"
"No way, mother, how could I have lost weight? I eat well and sleep well in the Marquis' Mansion. Everything is fine." Su Luo didn't want to worry her mother.
The pressure of the Su family is borne by one person. She can withstand all the wind and snow just to make her mother worry-free.
Yun Xueya sighed: "If you were living well, why would you return to your parents' home so soon after getting married?"
Su Luo paused while drinking the porridge. Without saying anything, she only curved her eyes and praised: "The porridge made by mother is as delicious as always. It is delicious and tasty."
Yun Xueya smiled at her coaxing, but her brows were still slightly furrowed: "Just eat it if you like, Luo'er."
She called Su Luo and looked at her daughter seriously, her gentle eyes full of strength and determination: "No matter what Luo'er does, mother will support you."
These words soothed Su Luo's heart, making her feel warm. She sniffed and asked, "Even if... I kill people and set fires, will mother support me?"
"I support you." Yun Xueya smiled gently and kindly, nodding. "You killed someone, and that person deserved to be killed. You set the fire, and that person deserved to be set. Whether it's good or evil, I believe you have your reasons."
Su Luo almost shed tears and buried her head in drinking porridge in big gulps.
If it were another family, a daughter who is married off would be like spilled water, and it would be shameful for her to return to her parents' home and live for a long time right after her wedding, especially if she came from a more strict family.
However, Yun Xueya didn't think so and just put some food into Su Luo's bowl: "Come back and live here if you want. It's not like my Su Mansion can't afford to support you."
Su Luo found her mother's words very pleasant and nodded hurriedly: "That's right."
Yun Xueya raised her hand and gently touched the top of her head. "The family property of our Su Mansion can support not only you, but also the entire family of his Marquis Mansion. You can live in the Su Mansion as long as you want."
How could she not know what her daughter, whom she had raised since childhood, was like?
If her well-behaved daughter had not suffered any injustice, why would she return to her parents' home?
Thinking of this, Yun Xueya felt a little more angry.
These days, in addition to dealing with Li Jiaojiao and others in the Marquis' Mansion, Su Luo has also been handling the miscellaneous affairs of the Su family.
When my father and brother were alive, although my mother was in charge of the household chores, she had been spoiled for more than 20 years and had long been ignorant of the ways of the world. Everything was managed by my father and brother, and she was still chasing butterflies in her forties.
After the death of her father and brother, the family support collapsed and she was unable to handle many mundane affairs.
The family is getting worse day by day.
Internal and external troubles, poor management, corrupt management, and no mother, the revenue is collapsing every day...
Su Luo had been dealing with a lot of problems these days, so she asked with concern, "Mother, have you been settling the bills these past few days? Do you feel better than in the past six months?"
"It's gotten much better." Yun Xueya nodded quickly. "After I hired an old acquaintance as my housekeeper, my business has been getting even better."
"Old acquaintance?" Su Luo's eyebrows twitched. "Has the housekeeper changed?"
"Go and call Butler Song up." Yun Xueya said sideways.
Mammy, go and do it.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a wide-sleeved, narrow-waisted robe, his black hair tied high with a green hairpin, strode over. He had a calm demeanor and clear eyes. He spoke to Su Luo in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Seventh Miss, my name is Song Lian. I have signed a working contract with the Su family for a total of three years."
Su Luo slowly stirred the bowl of porridge with the spoon and hummed softly, but in fact she was inadvertently looking at him.
This man has the air of a scholar, a beardless face, and a calm gaze, without many complicated things mixed in. On the contrary, he is like a clear ancient pool, seemingly reliable and steady.
The impression was quite good. Su Luo took out a few silver ingots from her sleeve and handed them over: "Thank you for your hard work these days."
Song Lian didn't take it: "Thank you, Miss Seventh. I will only take my share of the monthly salary."
So, does he seem like an honest person who doesn't covet money? However, we need to observe and get to know him better.
Su Luo tapped the tabletop slowly with her fingertips and said thoughtfully, "Butler Song and my mother are old acquaintances?"
Song Lian nodded. "More than twenty years ago, when I was young, I traveled around and became friends with your father and mother."
Su Luo stood up and gave him the respect he deserved. Since they were old friends, they were not considered servants. She smiled and asked, "I wonder if Steward Song can marry and have children now?"
After all, her mother was so beautiful, and some men back then pursued her even though they knew she was married and had children.
Song Lian was silent for a moment: "No."
"Never married and had children?" Su Luo was shocked. This man had a handsome appearance and a dignified temperament. It was impossible for him not to marry, unless he didn't want to marry.
"Yes." Song Lian lowered his head slightly, "Never."
Su Luo speculated for a moment and then asked, "Where did Steward Song work before he came to the Su Mansion?"
"Doing some small business." Song Lian answered quite sincerely.
"Businessmen are generally unwilling to be inferior to others. After being used to being a boss, can you get used to being a housekeeper?" The smile in Su Luo's eyes faded a little, and there was more scrutiny and inquiry.
Song Lian was silent for a moment: "Don't worry, Miss Seven, I will do no harm to the Su family."
"My daughter is thoughtful and asked a few more questions. Don't mind, Song Lian." Yun Xueya noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not quite right and hurried to smooth things over. "Don't worry, Luo'er. Your father saved Uncle Song's life when he was young. We have known each other for many years, but we lost contact for a long time and only got in touch recently."
"We got in touch suddenly?" Su Luo asked subconsciously. Perhaps she felt that her question was too direct, so she smiled and said, "This is the situation in the Su Mansion now. Uncle Song, please don't worry too much."
"I understand, I know, Miss Seventh is doing everything for the Su family. I'm not afraid of Miss Seventh's vigilance, but I'm afraid of Miss Seventh being too trusting."
These words really touched Su Luo's heart, and she nodded and said, "Thank you for your understanding."
"Oh, by the way, Miss Seven, there is an inn called Shanhe under the name of the Su family. It doesn't seem normal?" Song Lian said.
"I have written an agreement on this matter and handed it over to my mother-in-law to take care of it. If anything happens, the Marquis's Mansion will be responsible. You don't have to worry." A malicious smile flashed across Su Luo's lips.
Song Lian frowned, as if he didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.
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Su Luo chatted with Yun Xueya for a while, and then went to the accounting office in the evening to check the account books and make some arrangements.
I found that it was just as Yun Xueya said, Song Lian was very methodical in doing things, and sometimes even better than Su Luo. Having such a person around is a blessing if you have a good heart, but a disaster if you have a bad heart.
Su Luo walked absentmindedly on the path in the yard, thinking in her mind that Qingxue and Qingya were guarding on both sides of the yard gate and had entered a state of alert.
Every time this happened, she knew in her heart: Mo Jin was here nine out of ten times.
The sky was dark and the rain was drizzling. The carved door of the house was half-closed, with only a tiny crack. There was no light inside, and it was pitch black, revealing secrecy and gloom.
Su Luo took a deep breath, raised her hand to rub her lower abdomen, and pushed the door open.
Mo Jin sat alone at the table, wearing a pure black and gray Qilin-patterned round-necked robe, shaking a cup of tea in his palm, a pair of cold and heartless eyes hidden in the curling tea mist.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he grabbed Su Luo's wrist without thinking and pulled her into his arms.
Su Luo fell into his arms. In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression, but she could feel the coldness in his eyes.
His calloused hands pinched her slender waist. Needless to say, the physiological reaction made Su Luo's delicate body tremble.
The big palm was like a branding iron, ironing Su Luo's body inch by inch.
The man's palm moved down all the way, slowly and gently pressing on Su Luo's lower abdomen, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hoarse:
"Are you going to ask a doctor to take your pulse?"
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