Being pushed by Meng Jingyue, Pan Shu fell backwards unexpectedly. She raised her hands to cover the back of her head with a cry, and her beautiful face, which was as red as a crescent moon, turned pale for a moment. "Meng Jingyue, how come you are so strong?"
The young man looked at her leisurely for a moment.
"Why don't you call me husband anymore?"
His voice was gentle and his tone was very slow.
Pan Shu glanced at him slowly, then sat down at the end of the bed in a dejected manner, muttering, "My father sold me to your Meng family. I am now a member of your Meng family and cannot escape. Naturally, whatever you say is what I will do. How dare I disobey you, young master?"
Meng Jingyue frowned, "Speak nicely."
Don't be sarcastic.
The girl who was bright and outgoing just now was now huddled at the end of the bed, a small ball, looking up at him with red eyes, her fair skin tinged with a faint pink, looking both pitiful and cute.
It’s hard to tell what emotion he was feeling, but Meng Jingyue’s expression seemed to have eased a little.
"I've already told you that I won't live long. When I die, you can find someone else to marry, and my share of the family property will naturally be given to you."
He almost said, "What have you got to lose?"
Meng Jingyue seemed to be in a good mood and comforted Pan Shu with a few words.
At this moment, there was an unexpected knock at the door. At the same time, the maid Xiao Tao stood outside the door and shouted, "Master, Madam, Madam is in the hall and asked me to invite Master and Madam over."
Pan Shu responded, "Okay, I understand."
The voice is soft and weak, without any aggressiveness, and looks easy to bully.
Meng Jingyue glanced at her meaningfully.
After dealing with Xiao Tao, Pan Shu turned to Meng Jingyue and smiled sweetly, "In order not to make Madam sad, I have to trouble my husband to act out a love scene with me."
Meng Jingyue sat in the wheelchair he came in, closed his eyes, and nodded slightly as if to agree.
Mrs. Meng truly loves Meng Jingyue.
But his attitude towards the original body is very subtle.
She naturally looked down on the original body's background, thinking that she was from a humble family, not worthy of being on the stage, and illiterate, and no match for the daughter of a wealthy family who had studied abroad...
Mrs. Meng had many dissatisfactions with her original self.
But considering that she is the only one who can save Meng Jingyue from an early death, Mrs. Meng has always done a good job of putting on a good show.
The maid Xiaotao and the servant Afu were guarding the door on either side.
Ah Fu is young, looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin and ordinary facial features. He looks very honest and stupid.
"Young Madam, you are a daughter of gold. Let me do the rough work!"
Xiao Tao rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "You pig-head! Can't you see that the young mistress is cultivating a relationship with the young master? Why do you need to join in the fun? You are such a hopeless case..."
Ah Fu touched his bald head and said "Oh".
Pan Shu thought Xiao Tao and Ah Fu were quite amusing. A happy and shy expression appeared on her face. "Yes, my husband is clinging to me tightly and can't leave me for a moment."
Xiaotao looked like she was saying, "As expected."
Meng Jingyue slowly opened his narrow and cold fox eyes and glanced at her lightly.
I said silently in my heart: Nonsense.
Walking around the colorful garden, it was late spring, the leaves on the trees were green, and the flowers in the garden were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.
Ban Shu stared at the flowers for a long time, then bent down and whispered gently into the ear of Meng Jingyue, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Slightly cool.
A little numb and itchy.
The young man's slender hands resting on his knees paused slightly, he opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion.
Pan Shu continued, "My dear husband, who do you think is prettier, these spring flowers or me?"
She blinked expectantly.
His eyes were bright, and the surrounding scenery was eclipsed.
Meng Jingyue's experience with women was almost negligible. He didn't understand the unpredictable nature of women's hearts. His tone was extremely drawn out, as if he was considering the matter carefully while speaking. "Of course you are good-looking."
He thought so—
Regardless of whether it was just a show or not, he would have to spend several years with this woman.
If you offend her.
What if he gets sick and she doesn't even give him medicine? Will he still be able to live?
Although Meng Jingyue had long since become indifferent to life and death.
But no one wants to die.
He is no exception.
After saying this, Meng Jingyue frowned. Why didn't she say anything? Was she dissatisfied?
Pan Shu observed his expression from a high position, the corners of her lips slightly raised, but her tone was still not very satisfied, "Spring flowers are so beautiful, how can a vulgar person like me compare to them."
"oh."
"You just?"
"Then what should I say?" Meng Jingyue had a good attitude and was very willing to learn.
"Shouldn't you first severely belittle Chunhua? And then forcefully hold me in your arms and comfort me?" Isn't that how domineering CEO novels play out?
Pan Shu imagined the scene and laughed again, "But I don't think you can do it."
Meng Jingyue was not angry either.
There was probably no sarcasm or ridicule in her tone—
Even though it touched his sore spot.
But it can be forgiven.
Meng Jingyue thought silently.
The main hall was crowded with people gathered in front and behind. Some were guests who refused to leave after dinner and wanted to join the bride's party. There were also relatives from the direct branch of the Meng family.
Facing the sympathetic and anticipatory looks of the crowd, Panshu maintained a smile on her face.
"lady."
Madam Meng laughed angrily, "You little girl, you've already married into our Meng family, how can you still call me Madam? Why don't you change your words quickly, just like Jingyue?"
Seeing that Meng Jingyue looked good, the smile on her face became more genuine.
Pan Shu knew that all of Mrs. Meng's kindness towards her was based on the fact that she took good care of Meng Jingyue.
But unfortunately, she is the worst at serving others.
Pan Shu obediently followed Meng Jingyue and called out "Mom".
Seeing that the family was getting along so harmoniously, the bystanders lost interest in watching the fun and left by making up some excuse.
After the outsiders left, Mrs. Meng's expression became cold.
She looked at Pan Shu from above for a moment.
"You are indeed blessed with fair skin and a beautiful face," Madam Meng said calmly after taking a sip of tea. "But you are sold into our Meng family. Don't even think about pretending to be a young mistress here. As long as you take good care of Jingyue, I will treat you with dignity."
Meng Jingyue was originally standing aside quietly and silently.
Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly, "Mother..."
"Oh, you're going to protect it already?" Mrs. Meng threw the teacup heavily to the ground.
The scalding tea splashed through Panshu's shoes and socks. The girl's face turned pale for a moment, and her round, doe-like eyes were filled with a layer of mist. She subconsciously looked at Meng Jingyue, but as if afraid of being discovered, she hurriedly looked away.
At this time, Meng Jingyue didn't know that he had been teased.
I just feel a little uncomfortable.
——He didn't like being treated like this.
"Mom, since she married me, she is my wife, and you should respect her."
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