Temperament, confession, past
In the bathroom, there was hot air and mist. Mother Yu used her jade palm to gently massage Ling Wan's back.
In the deep wooden barrel, the girl's stretched body was like a white lotus blooming in a deep lake, translucent, white, slender and well-proportioned. Even Mother Yu couldn't help being a little infatuated when she looked at it every day.
Yes, her third daughter is so beautiful that she is more than qualified to enter the palace and become a noble lady.
Xu Lingwan rested her chin gently on the edge of the wooden tub, washing away her fatigue. After every pore on her body was enveloped and relaxed by the fragrant steam, she half-opened her eyes and gave Mother Yu a lazy smile: "Mother Yu, why are you hesitant to speak today?"
He looked lazy and ticklish, which made Yu's mother a little stunned.
After a moment, she came back to her senses, smoothed the wet hair on her temples, suppressed her thoughts, and said with a loving look: "I was thinking that the third lady has grown up."
A face full of kindness and pride.
It made Chen Yuanyuan a little dazed.
She thought of Chen Ma, who often looked at her like this, smoothing the hair from her ears and saying, "Anan was so tiny when she was born, how come she has grown so big all of a sudden?"
Chen Ma is from Jiangcheng. In the local dialect, "Anan" is a nickname used by elders to address little babies.
But she would always feel embarrassed and impatient at that time, and would avoid Chen Ma's hand that was trying to hold her hair, and would say angrily: "Mom, I'm already so old, and you still call me 'Anan Anan'!"
"Hahaha, in my eyes, you will always be a little girl." The sound of Aunt Chen laughing is still ringing in my ears.
The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, the son wants to support his parents but they are not around.
Chen Yuanyuan turned her head slightly to hide the moisture in the corners of her eyes.
Thinking of Chen Ma, Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.
Once inside, she saw Master Shen sitting at the table, as if nothing had happened, reading a book and waiting for her as usual. This rekindled the fire that had extinguished Ling Wan's anger.
Perhaps it was Aunt Qiu's futile behavior that made her realize that as Shen Cong's second wife, she would not be able to avoid these dirty things in the future.
Or maybe she had tried her best to plan for Shen Tang, but in return she was actually faced with the calculations, privacy, and twists and turns of the backyard.
She felt annoyed for the first time. In modern times, she had achieved some success in her career and was financially and personally independent. But now that she had traveled to this era, she was racking her brains and worrying about settling all kinds of trivial matters caused by a man.
More than once, she wanted to say to his aunt and illegitimate sons and daughters, you think he is the man and father of heaven, but I really don't like him, whoever wants to take him can take him.
"Ling Wan, you look a little impatient." After seeing off the Qiu mother and daughter, Mr. Shen was amazed at Ling Wan's words.
Such insight is rare among girls in the boudoir, and there are probably few women in the world who can match her.
But when he looked up, he saw Xu Lingwan casting a cold gaze at him. This cold look made him feel uneasy. He couldn't help but slightly clench his right thumb and index finger, but his face remained expressionless.
"Yes." Chen Yuanyuan also answered straightforwardly.
"What happened today, in the final analysis, all started with you."
"You have three concubines, two illegitimate children, and countless maids who secretly covet you."
"You are the sky of the Second House. Your joys and sorrows, your anger and grief, your likes and dislikes, and every action of yours touch their hearts. They all want to please you."
"Because in this family, you decide the fate of each of them."
"But I'm different." Chen Yuanyuan turned her back to him, the grievances and bitterness she had felt over the past six months flooding back. She gritted her teeth and said coldly, "I have my happiness and my sorrow, but none of this is because of you."
"Whether you are cold or enthusiastic, your mood will not affect my feelings."
“So, Mr. Shen, I am sincerely annoyed by those private tricks in your backyard!
"I've already told you in advance that I can't be a qualified wife, nor am I a good wife who can manage your harem well!"
"If we can't live together anymore, please give me a letter of divorce!"
"How dare you!" Chen Cong also stood up. He clenched his right hand tightly, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Ling Wan, do you know what you are saying?"
"I know." Chen Yuanyuan met his terrifying eyes calmly.
She knew that Chen Cong might not understand why such a small matter today made her so angry that she even said "Give me a divorce letter".
Chen Yuanyuan curled the corners of her mouth in self-mockery.
Since arriving here, all the problems she had to solve came from him.
Manage concubines, enlighten concubine daughters, educate concubine sons, and handle the relationship between superiors and subordinates well.
Although the mother-in-law and sisters-in-law get along very happily at present, there is no guarantee what will happen in the future.
But if she took her dowry and set up a household on her own, she would be completely free and happy, and there wouldn't be so many troubles.
She had thought of this idea long ago when she was counting her dowry. But at that time, she was thinking that if Chen Cong betrayed her in the future or found a soulmate, she had to leave herself a way out.
The reason she said it today was simply because she was upset.
She is also a human being. She cannot act indifferent and treat the culprit kindly when she is upset.
When Shen Cong heard this, he was heartbroken and could hardly control himself.
Since he was eleven years old, he knew that his future wife would be decided by his family.
Therefore, he has always been self-disciplined and polite, and has never been attracted to any woman before getting married, until he married his wife Wang.
Wang came from a prominent family in Taiyuan and was a noble lady who could match the status of the Shen family.
After marrying into the Shen family, she served her parents-in-law and took care of the household affairs. She was adept at socializing with the nobles, and even the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and sisters-in-law got along quite harmoniously. Everyone who saw her would praise her, "Master Shen is so lucky to have such a virtuous wife."
He was indeed grateful to her.
She took care of his household affairs, gave birth to children for him, and kept their little home in order so that he had no worries.
During the thirteen years he and Wang were together, they rarely quarreled and treated each other with respect.
She helped him take care of the backyard, and he earned her a good reputation. They didn't have a sympathetic relationship, but they got along well, and their life was peaceful and quiet.
At one point he thought it would be nice to live like this for the rest of his life.
But that was just what he felt.
Two months before Wang's death, he accidentally overheard a conversation between Wang and her personal nanny.
Every word was heartbreaking and tear-jerking. He finally understood why Wang could so calmly call him a concubine and talk to him seriously about the "issue of the second wife's heir."
To Wang, he was just her "husband," not her lover. Even her own son, Shen Huaijin, could not surpass that man.
Although he felt sad when he heard it, he was able to let it go. Most family marriages naturally couldn't be compared to the love between young people in ordinary families.
It's good enough for them the way they are.
Unexpectedly, Wang died of depression because of the news of the man's death.
On the day Wang left, he rushed back on horseback.
By then, she was so sick that she was emaciated, her face lifeless, and her consciousness hazy. Hearing him coming, she turned around and gave him a soft smile: "Huan Lang, you're here to pick me up."
This was the first time he had seen such a joyful and sweet expression.
The nanny beside her was shocked. Her tears, already brimming with tears, burst out even more fiercely. She knelt down, held Wang's hand, and shouted, "Madam, the Second Master is back!"
"Huan Lang." Wang pretended not to hear anything and looked at him gently with her gray eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, realizing that Wang had mistaken him.
But after hesitating for a moment, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her outstretched hand.
The hand was already so withered that it looked unrecognizable. He gently wrapped it with his own hand and said, "I'm here."
The nanny beside her was so shocked that she stood there in shock.
"Huan Lang, I said I would marry you. I broke my promise." Just as he was about to hold Wang's hand, she suddenly grabbed his hand with her backhand, her knuckles turning white and veins on her hands showing.
He was surprised to see such a weak person with so much strength. He knew then that Wang was experiencing a last burst of vitality.
Before he could think about it, he heard Wang suddenly burst into tears, squeezing his hand so hard that it hurt slightly. "Huan Lang, you blame me, don't you? I've let you down in this life!"
He didn't know the whole story, nor did he know what to say to comfort her, so he could only pat her gently with his other hand.
But Wang's blind eyes were always looking at him with anticipation. Seeing that he was silent for a long time, the light in her eyes faded little by little.
He couldn't bear it, so he gently wiped the tears from her eyes and said softly, "I don't blame you."
After hearing this, Wang felt as if she had been pardoned.
She smiled softly at him, as innocent as a bright and beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen, and murmured, "Yes, Brother Huan Qi will never blame me."
As she spoke, she seemed to see something, and looked behind him happily and sweetly: "Brother Huan Qi——"
This is how Wang left, calling him "Brother Huan Qi".
Later, the nanny beside Wang was afraid that he would misunderstand that the deceased mistress had an affair with Huan Qi. In order to clear Wang's name, she knelt before him and told him the whole story of Wang and Huan Qi.
The nanny thought he would fly into a rage, furious, and ready to die in order to beg him to protect the Wang family's reputation. But he just looked at the loquat tree outside the window and said quietly, "Where is Huan Qi buried?"
"Send your wife's black hair to be buried with him. From now on, you will never return to the Shen Mansion again."
They are married and love each other deeply.
Now that this life has passed, let’s not mention it anymore.
In the next life, let Huan Qi be her husband.
But he treated Ling Wan differently.
If Ling Wan had someone in his heart, he would definitely capture that person and skin him alive.
If that person is dead, he will definitely dig up his grave, open his coffin, drag that person out, grind his bones and scatter his ashes!
Chen Yuanyuan saw that his eyes were red and seemed to be filled with anger, which was particularly frightening.
She felt even more upset. Just as she turned around and was about to leave, Chen Cong suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
After a long while, Master Shen said slowly in a deep voice: "Ling Wan, I advise you to give up the idea that I will divorce you."
"You are my person in life and my ghost in death."
"If you get tired of me and want to leave me in the future, I will chase you back to the ends of the earth and tie you to my side every day. You are not allowed to leave me even a step!"
There was a fierce and resolute look in his eyes.
But Xu Lingwan couldn't see it.
She found it a little funny. According to the plot, shouldn't they be quarreling and having a cold war? Why did Chen Cong's words sound a bit like a domineering president saying "This fish pond is contracted by you"?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
