Chapter 8: What a wild path

Lu Mingchao opened his eyes wide, looking at the woman with dark eyebrows, deep sunken cheekbones, dark skin, and high cheekbones like a wild grave. His eyelids twitched uncontrollably. "Auntie also wants to be the stepmother of Xie Yan's child?"

Oh my God, can someone tell her how old Xie Yan is? Couldn’t he be her father?

In the novel, Xie Yan is just a scrap among scraps. In the colorful life of the heroine Lu Minghui, he is like a small stone thrown into the bottomless sea. Before ripples appear, it disappears silently as if it had never appeared.

Suddenly I feel that life as a mother without a husband, lots of money and a painless life is not as good as I imagined.

The main reason is that she is quite picky about food and she is not that hungry.

Why not, she should be an elder and show filial respect to Xie Yan, as an atonement for the Lu family.

Lu Mingchao had no idea of ​​the lethal power of these words. As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into an eerie silence.

Especially the Lu family, their eyes were wide open.

Chao Chao dared to say this, but they didn't dare to listen.

"You little bitch, you start spraying shit as soon as you open your mouth." The middle-aged woman's face flushed and she gasped, pointing at Lu Mingchao's nose and cursing impatiently, as if she had suffered a great insult.

But Lu Mingchao saw a hint of movement in the middle-aged woman's shining eyes.

Good guy, I really have some ideas for Xie Yan!

"Auntie, I am talking, but I don't know whether you are talking or spraying shit."

She's not made of dough.

"How did I talk? We country people don't speak like you nobles in the capital. A phoenix that has fallen to the ground is worse than a chicken. No wonder the nobles in the capital raised you for more than ten years and still sent you away, unwilling to give you a bite of food." The middle-aged woman spoke in a loud voice and was very arrogant.

"Auntie Feng."

"Some things are better to be said after thinking them over carefully." Lu Yao, who had been standing in the corner and observing indifferently, suddenly spoke.

His tone was light and indifferent, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes shaded his eyes. Lu Mingchao couldn't even see the emotion in his eyes. He only felt a chill spreading, revealing an indescribable and inhuman indifference. It was cold and stern, like a pine forest covered with a thin layer of snow in the mountains. It was hard to ignore and made people shudder.

Lu Mingchao glanced to the side, his eyes shining.

Not just handsome, very handsome.

She could see that Lu Yao was more indifferent than enthusiastic about her arrival, but he was still willing to protect her.

Just let it be light.

What's wrong with beauties having some special privileges?

There is a saying that goes, it’s okay to love her lightly, but you must love her for a long time.

To put it simply and roughly, the term can barely be used to describe brother and sister.

Lu Mingchao convinced himself without any psychological burden, and smiled excessively brightly at Lu Yao.

Lu Yao looked away feeling a little uncomfortably.

"Scholar, who knows if this little girl from the city is also an ungrateful, black-hearted wolf?"

"You'd better be more careful. Don't forget the pain once the wound has healed and waste your kindness." The middle-aged woman said with two meaningful clicks of the tongue, mockingly.

Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged, still cold and indifferent, but the words he spoke were like poison, "Don't bother Aunt Feng to worry about this."

"If you drink too much cool water, you will get sick. If you meddle in other people's business too much, you will die."

"As Chao Chao said, if Aunt Feng has feelings for Xie Yan, she should go and discuss it with Xie Yan's family."

"My family is powerless, let alone taking over the responsibility."

"Waiting for good news from Auntie Feng."

The middle-aged woman was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She wanted to curse at him, but she was concerned about Lu Yao's status as a scholar. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger, "Who knows if your family will sell your daughter to Xie Yan for his 100 taels of betrothal gift?"

Then, he smiled at Lu Mingchao again.

"Little girl, let me tell you, Xie Yan has no proper livelihood, and he has to raise three children. He has to hide in the mountains for ten days or half a month. His life is very rough. You are used to being spoiled and you definitely can't stand this hardship. I am telling you these kind words because I am afraid that you will be fooled by your unfeeling parents."

"You are a beautiful girl from the city. Why did you marry him? Because he is old, because he doesn't come home, or because he is a widower with three children?"

"Listen to my aunt's advice. Men are afraid of choosing the wrong profession and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. Marrying the wrong man will lead to a lifetime of suffering."

Lu Mingchao: You are so good at changing your face, are you trying to kill yourself?

Sichuan Opera face changing is just for fun, to see the real face changing you have to watch Auntie Feng!

Roll it up!

"Auntie Feng, you don't look shameless. Why do you say such things today? Did something happen at home?"

"I was just brought back by my father and brother to recognize my relatives, and you couldn't wait to come to my house to sow discord. I feel so inferior, so fragile, and so scared. Do you want to make me die of shame?"

"Then I will hang myself outside your house."

Lu Mingchao lowered his eyelids, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, his fingers lightly touched the tip of his nose, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice revealed an indescribable sob.

The middle-aged woman was stunned. What kind of girl is Chunsheng's? She is so wild.

Before she could come over, Lu Xin pushed her back two steps like a firecracker.

"Don't bully your sister."

Yunniang's face was as cold as the unmelted ice under the eaves. "Sister Feng, Chaochao is the daughter of Chunsheng and me. If she is hurt by what you said, there will be no reconciliation between our two families."

"I don't need to inform you about my marriage to Xie Yan. You are so nosy. If you come over to pull the manure cart, you should also come in and have a say."

“Bad luck!”

Yunniang pretended to pick up the broom and swung it at the middle-aged woman.

After being pushed and shoved, the middle-aged woman was forced out, and the courtyard door was firmly bolted.

"Mom, how old is Xie Yan?" Lu Mingchao couldn't hold it in any longer. He took his own mother's arm, blinking his eyes. There was no grievance or anger in his voice, but it was full of bright curiosity.

That Aunt Feng is older than her mother.

As the voice fell, the dull and stagnant atmosphere in the room relaxed, and there was a hint of laughter and conversation. Yunniang looked at Lu Mingchao with a smile and gently patted the back of her hand. "Chaochao, you misunderstood."

"The Feng family is concerned about Xie Yan's marriage because of her sister-in-law."

"The Feng family's situation is a bit complicated. I'll tell you in detail later."

Lu Mingchao was stunned. Sometimes embarrassment comes so suddenly.

Seeing this, Yunniang smiled even more lovingly, "Xie Yan is about the same age as your second brother, and is young, strong and in the prime of his life."

Lu Mingchao glanced at the elegant Lu Yao from the jade forest and made a silent comparison in his heart.

A lonely man, a widower and three children.

Young man, strive to be the best!

One step late, every step late.

Was it Xie Yan who was too impatient, or Lu Yao who was too careless?

Noticing Lu Mingchao's gaze, the calm and indifferent expression on Lu Yao's face was like an ancient mural in a Buddhist temple, which had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, faded and peeled off, leaving only the shame of a paper tiger.

Lu Mingchao withdrew his gaze guiltily, looking obedient and gentle.

How about meeting first?