Zhao Wentao's wife, Xie Jue, also chimed in, "Sister, you'd better leave soon. If the old lady gets angry and does something bad, how will you explain it to me? I've already packed your things."
When Su Zhirou saw the maid who had been serving her holding a large bundle with her head down and trembling in her hands standing behind her, she already understood what was going on.
At this moment, her long-held forbearance finally erupted. Su Zhirou stood up, pointed at Old Madam Zhao's nose, and almost burst into a curse: "You!"
Seeing Su Zhirou still so arrogant even at this point, the old lady couldn't help but feel that Zhao Wentao was truly lucky not to have married her. Otherwise, not only would he have been implicated by the Su family, but letting this person into the family would have been an insult to the entire Zhao family. "Hmph, do you still think you're the daughter of the richest man? Now you're just a slave who can be fucked by anyone."
Su Zhirou gritted her teeth and said, "Old Madam, when the Zhao family was down and out, who was it that made Zhao Wentao follow me around like a servant? If it weren't for the help of my Su family, how could you have achieved all the wealth you have today?"
The old lady sneered. Wasn't she, Su Zhirou, the most talented woman in Jiangdu back then? Why was she only saying these old-fashioned words now? "It was Master Su who rescued us back then, not you, Su Zhirou. Besides, Wen Tao has treated you well over the years, and he took someone like you as his concubine. We have already paid off what we owe the Su family. Get out of here!"
Having said that, the old lady was also a ruthless and healthy old lady. Seeing that Su Zhirou was unwilling to leave like this, if she waited for Zhao Wentao to come back in two days, there would be no chance.
Old Madam Zhao stood up, snatched the medium-sized bundle from the maid's hand, and smashed it squarely on Su Zhirou's head. Because it happened so suddenly, before Su Zhirou could react, the heavy bundle almost knocked her unconscious. However, the hairpin inside the bundle was not wrapped properly, and it left a long bloody mark on Su Zhirou's left cheek.
"ah!"
Seeing this, Xie Jue was afraid that Su Zhirou would use her injury to make a scene, so he quickly helped Madam Zhao and turned around to go back. "Madam, it's freezing cold, Jue'er will help you inside. You guys, clean up quickly."
"……yes."
Su Zhirou was driven out of the back door like a stray dog. She fought back tears, gritted her teeth, and covered her bleeding left cheek with a handkerchief in one hand while picking up the scattered items in her bag with the other.
Old man Zhang, who was guarding the back door, quietly opened the corner door after seeing that Old Madam Zhao and her group had left. He then squatted down silently to help Su Zhirou pack her things.
After helping Su Zhirou pack her things, Old Man Zhang whispered words of comfort, fearing she might lose her mind and end up losing her life in vain. "Auntie, why don't you stay out for a few days? My master will be back soon, so we can discuss it then. It's not too late."
Su Zhirou looked at the old man with a haggard face and said nothing. She just said thank you and staggered away with her bag, preparing to leave.
Old Man Zhang looked at Su Zhirou's frail figure and felt a surge of sympathy for her. He called out to her, "...Auntie, please stay."
Su Zhirou stopped and turned around to look at him: "Is there anything else?"
Old Man Zhang hurriedly explained, "I'm currently living in the mansion, and I've found an empty room in the alley next door. If you don't mind, you can use it for now. It's a little shabby, but at least it has everything you need."
"Thank you very much."
At noon on the second day after Su Zhirou was kicked out of the Zhao family, Old Man Zhang received news that his little grandson was ill and asked him to go back to his hometown in the suburbs to see him. He hurriedly said goodbye to Old Lady Zhao and left. When he returned, his little grandson was almost well. It turned out that his son wanted Old Man Zhang to come home and live because of his grandson's illness. Old Man Zhang has worked hard for this family all his life. Now that his son has started a family and has a career, he just can't sit still. He came to watch the back door for the Zhao family without consulting his family. Now, his son and daughter-in-law have persuaded him in every possible way and finally persuaded him to go back. Old Man Zhang promised them that he would go back and tell the old lady and then pack up and come back immediately. But he didn't expect that when he was sent back by his son in the evening of the next day, he saw a sea of fire. There were also shouts from the neighbors.
"Help, help! Fire, help!"
Zhao Wentao, who was away, expected to come back tomorrow, but after hearing the news that his house was on fire on the way, he dared not delay any longer and rushed back overnight regardless of whether it was true or not.
When he came back, the house he had built with great effort and all his wealth had turned to ashes. Only Su Zhirou was left kneeling in the ruins, crying so hard that she almost died.
Zhao Wentao threw the bag on the ground, knelt down in front of Su Zhirou, shook her shoulders and asked, "How could this happen? Weren't we all fine when we left? Where's Mom? Where's Jue'er?"
Su Zhirou was almost losing her voice from crying. She could only gasp for breath, shaking her head guiltily and repeating, "Husband, husband, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
It was at this time that Zhao Wentao discovered that Su Zhirou was not only covered in soot, but her hands were also covered in blisters, and there was also a large, eye-catching scar on her left cheek. "Zhirou, you, your face and hands!"
Hearing this, Su Zhirou's tears, which were about to dry up, seemed to flow again: "Zhirou is useless. She failed to save the old lady and the mistress. It's Zhirou who is useless, my husband!"
"What!"
... Zhao Wentao had no choice but to find an inn first, and after finding a doctor for Su Zhirou, he hurried out.
When he came back, just as Su Zhirou had expected, he was dressed in mourning and looked very sad.
"Husband, what did the government say?"
Zhao Wentao collapsed to the ground with a thud, saying with a look of despair, "We've already checked. The fire started in the old lady's room. It was cold, and maybe the old lady fell asleep, so the flames jumped out of the charcoal basin. Then the lady went to save her, and then..."
Su Zhirou's hands were wrapped like two big carrots, so it was difficult for her to help him. She just stood in front of Zhao Wentao, looking down at him. This feeling was just like that year.
After quickly handling the funerals of Old Madam Zhao and Xie Jue, Su Zhirou had been fantasizing that Zhao Wentao would treat her the same way as before. But one day, Zhao Wentao came back, hurriedly packed his things, and the two of them left the inn.
Along the way, Zhao Wentao carefully held Su Zhirou's hand, but he never said a word. It was not until Su Zhirou realized that the direction they were going was a little strange that he slowly spoke.
"Husband, where are you taking me?"
"Zhirou, I, I'm sorry..."
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