Not only that, Du Yaoyao was self-defeating and tried her best to bring Ye Ying and Shen Jie together.
"Miss Ye, I really envy you. You are a scholar with talent. Unlike me, I have nothing in my stomach and I can't even add fragrance to my husband's sleeves."
In the room, Du Yaoyao looked at the simple and elegant Ye Ying with envy.
The skirt with red plum blossoms on a white background reveals the woman's slender neck. She wears light makeup and a dotted pearl hairpin, like a cold plum blossom in the snow, delicate and beautiful yet strong.
"It's Hongxiu Tianxiang, Miss Du." Ye Ying corrected.
Knowing that Shen Jie would marry a merchant's daughter, Du Yaoyao still surprised Ye Ying and greatly disappointed her.
She didn't know how Chen Jie, as a top scholar, could tolerate such a shallow and ignorant wife.
"Alas, I don't know how to add incense. I have been a servant since I was a child." Du Yao pretended to be righteous, "My mother said that if I grow up like this, I can just give my husband a big fat son!"
"It's the same whether you have a boy or a girl." Ye Ying frowned, not quite agreeing with Du Yaoyao's traditional concept.
She is an only child. Her mother died early and her father never remarried. He often taught her that women are as good as men and that daughters should be self-reliant. Furthermore, if one uses his beauty to please others, how long can he enjoy happiness?
"But I just want to give birth to a son for my husband!" Du Yaoyao shouted, looking up slightly, as if she was complacent.
"I couldn't give birth to a son, and I felt sad, so I would go find other men to spend the night drinking. My husband is a good man, he never cares about me, and he gives me a monthly salary every month, so I can go out and play as I please!"
"Really?" Ye Ying looked at Du Yaoyao with an indescribable look. Seeing how she was immersed in it, she thought to herself, so that's it.
Chen Jie has been proud since he was a child and has a strong possessiveness of his things. Only by not caring about him can he tolerate his wife who is like a vase decoration.
"Yes!" Du Yaoyao said firmly, counting on her fingers:
"My husband is very nice to me. He says I'm weak and basically never touches me..."
"Help me stop extravagance and waste. You never gave me the key to the warehouse..."
"I know he's doing this for my own good. He wants me to stay healthy and give birth to a big, fat son, and then leave the family property to our child..."
Ye Ying held her forehead and asked, "Are you sure this is for your own good? You don't want to divorce me?"
Even she, a virgin, knew that there was no such thing as a relationship without sexual intimacy, and it was natural for the mistress of the house to be in charge of the household and the warehouse.
The "ignorant and narcissistic" Du Jiayaoyao was still chattering, and Ye Ying raised her hand to stop her, "Miss Du, could you please check if dinner is ready? I'm a little hungry."
"Okay," Du Yaoyao seemed to come back to her senses and clapped her hands happily, "I asked the kitchen to make a table of spicy dishes today. I'm sure my husband will like it!"
She was so happy that Ye Ying couldn't bear to expose her. Chen Jie liked sweet food but not spicy food, and light food but not spicy food!
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