Chapter 81 It snowed just now and it wasn’t cold at all inside the house.
One day, two days... after seven days, the person who said "see you tomorrow" disappeared.
Song Baoyuan always feels irritable when it comes to her menstrual period.
At breakfast, she was tying a bib on her daughter when Qiao Yue suddenly leaned over to her ear and whispered, "There's no one next door anymore."
Song Baoyuan was stunned and subconsciously looked at Jiang Keyu, who was sitting opposite her. The latter was scooping porridge for her son with her left hand.
As if noticing her gaze, Jiang Keyu looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No." Song Baoyuan looked away. "I have to go to the suburbs to check on the progress today, so it's not convenient for me to bring the New Year's Ear."
"It's okay, let Sui Sui stay at home, I'll take care of her."
"good."
After breakfast, Song Baoyuan went out. When she passed by her neighbor's house, she lifted the car curtain to take a look.
What's the big deal? Even if you have something to do, you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.
The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Song Baoyuan rubbed her lower abdomen, trying to relieve the pain in her body.
"Miss." Qiao Yin, who had been sitting outside, walked into the carriage and handed over a small heater. "Miss, please warm yourself up."
Song Baoyuan took it and breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Yin's eyes showed concern. "Since the young lady isn't feeling well, why not go another day?"
"It's not to the point where I can't bear it." Song Baoyuan whispered, "We finally got this opportunity, how can we back down just because of this little difficulty?"
"But……"
"It's okay." Song Baoyuan smiled, "Isn't there a heater you prepared for me? I'll just keep warm."
Qiao Yin seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
The carriage traveled for a long time before she slowly said, "Actually, this is something my husband gave me. He saw you looked unhappy, so he asked me if the time had come. I said yes, and he gave it to me and told me to take it with me."
Song Baoyuan was slightly stunned.
"Miss." Qiao Yin lowered her head, opened and closed her hands uncomfortably, called out, but did not say anything else for a long time.
Song Baoyuan noticed her shrinking back and said, "Just say whatever you want to say. There's nothing you can't say in front of me."
"I just think that things are pretty good now. After all, the young master no longer associates with the young lady of the Sheng family, and he's not as busy as before, so he has time to care about you and the young masters. Miss, have you ever thought about this...even in the past, the young master didn't really have anything with Miss Sheng. Isn't this what you care about? You should be able to let it go now."
Although she didn't say it explicitly, Song Baoyuan knew what she meant. Do it again?
She shook her head. "I don't care anymore, but if I make the same mistake again, I'd better forget it. Besides, I no longer have the same feelings for him as before."
Qiao Yin stole a glance at her expression and whispered, "If you hadn't met Master Xie, would you have felt the same way?"
Song Baoyuan was stunned.
"I can see that the young lady likes Mr. Xie, just like she liked you when they were still in the boudoir. But Mr. Xie is still an obscure person to us. He appears suddenly and disappears quietly, which always makes us feel uneasy."
Song Baoyuan lowered her eyes, "It has nothing to do with him. I just don't want to go back."
*
Song Baoyuan went to the Ministry of Revenue first and sat in Qiao Su's seat to look at the drawings. Fang Zha suddenly came over.
Qiao Su, who was standing nearby, quickly pushed him away. "What are you doing? I'm a girl. Is it appropriate for you to get so close to me?"
"Is it appropriate for you to get so close?" Fang Zha repeated it in a sarcastic tone with a grin.
Qiao Su rolled his eyes at him.
"You're a grown man, but you're more like a girl than she is!"
"you……"
Qiao Su picked up the brush at hand and threw it at him.
Song Baoyuan was afraid of being hurt by mistake, so she quickly dodged to the side.
But the two men were fighting around her and she couldn't escape at all. They didn't stop fighting until Fang Zha took a slap on the head.
He came closer again, "Madam Song, please do us a favor."
"What?"
"Tomorrow is Qianqian Pavilion's fifteenth anniversary celebration. Wine will be half price, there will be singing and dancing, and there will be a grand fireworks display by the river in the evening."
Song Baoyuan stepped back and said, "So."
"Go to the Minister of State and ask for leave for us."
Song Baoyuan was puzzled, "Why do you want me to go?"
"Of course it's because it's useless for us to go!" Fang Zha sighed excitedly, "I guess we'll get scolded again."
"Then what I said will be useful?"
"Of course!" Fang Zha raised his eyebrows. "You have Jiang Shaoqing's protection. As long as you ask, Old Chang will definitely agree without hesitation."
Song Baoyuan felt uncomfortable under his piercing gaze, "I, him, we... let's just say they are on the same level."
"How can it be the same? The one in your family holds the real power, and Old Changtou's ability is only enough to control us small fry."
"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Song Baoyuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Fang Zha shrugged. "Anyway, since Jiang Shaoqing came personally to ask him to take care of you, he will definitely agree to your request."
He emphasized the word "definitely".
Song Baoyuan didn't know about this and said helplessly, "Don't listen to hearsay."
"What do you mean by hearsay?" Fang Zha raised his thumb and pointed at someone not far away. "You really don't know. Many people are dissatisfied with you, a woman, entering and leaving the Ministry of Revenue as you please, and they went to Old Changtou to make a scene. Old Changtou said it himself. Jiang Shaoqing personally came to him and guaranteed that you wouldn't cause trouble for the Ministry of Revenue. If they want to make a scene, they can go directly to Jiang Shaoqing."
Song Baoyuan was stunned for a moment when she saw it with her own eyes.
Qiao Su beside him sneered, "You're eavesdropping on Minister Chang again."
"What?" Fang Zha said, not feeling guilty at all. "I've heard a lot. I also know that it was Young Master Jiang who signed a military order in front of His Majesty. If anything goes wrong with the property purchase, he will bear all the blame. That's why His Majesty allowed Madam Song, a woman, to take on this important task."
Qiao Su was surprised. "But we've been so busy until now, and Jiang Shaoqing hasn't intervened at all, or even shown up."
"It means trust." Fang Zha clasped his hands together and bowed to Song Baoyuan without any hesitation. "It's probably because you're just like us. You know that Madam Song is capable and will definitely be able to do it. So please, please, help us!"
Song Baoyuan: "..."
She shook her head.
A thousand thoughts came to my mind at once.
"I'll bring you some wine!" Fang Zha continued, "I'll bring you the best wine from Qianqian Pavilion!"
Song Baoyuan turned her face away and said, "I really can't help you."
"It's just a matter of one sentence, you..."
"Okay!" Qiao Su interrupted, "You want to go out and have fun, why are you making things difficult for others?"
Fang Zha was dissatisfied, "I'm not asking for this just for myself, why don't I take you with me when I do something, and you're still blaming me!"
"I'm not interested."
"Come on, you were the one who drank the most last time?"
"Shut up!"
Song Baoyuan: "..."
The two men started playing around her again.
*
In the afternoon, Song Baoyuan rode horses to the suburbs with Doctor Liu and others.
The village has been razed and the workers are busy.
Song Baoyuan looked up and muttered, "This is really not a good time to start construction."
"Yeah," Qiao Suyi sighed. "It's winter now, and it could snow at any moment. It's almost the end of the year, so progress is bound to be delayed."
Fang Zha, who was standing behind the two of them, felt his face wet. "Is it raining?"
He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and what he caught was snowflakes.
"Qiao Su, you're such a bad mouth!" He turned his head hastily. "Boss, let's go back quickly."
"I just got here." Doctor Liu turned around dissatisfied, with a hint of scolding in his tone, "You have to finish your work before you leave."
"But if the snow gets heavy, it will be hard for us to walk, Boss!"
Doctor Liu didn't listen at all and walked forward on his own.
Fang Zha sighed and could only follow.
After the inventory, verification and inspection, it took two hours, and another half an hour to explain the relevant matters.
Fortunately we arrived early and it was not completely dark yet, but it was still windy and snowy.
"Let's all go home." Doctor Liu finally gave in.
Fang Zha rode ahead on horseback, "Isn't this a speed test?"
He turned back and challenged, "I'll definitely get home before you."
"Tsk." Qiao Su snorted, "Go!"
Before anyone else could react, he was the first to mount his horse.
"Hey!" Fang Zhe laughed, "How shameless."
As he said this, he accelerated and chased after him.
Doctor Liu turned around and asked, "Do you remember the way?"
"Yeah." Song Baoyuan nodded.
"Then I won't wait for you." Doctor Liu pulled the reins and gave a final warning: "It looks like the snow is going to get heavier. Hurry up, the road will be even harder to walk on if the snow piles up."
Song Baoyuan jumped onto the horse swiftly and said, "Okay."
After she responded, Doctor Liu rode back on his horse, and she followed closely behind him.
Song Baoyuan wanted not to fall behind, but the pain in her lower abdomen, coupled with the wind and snow hitting her face, slowed her down.
The sky gradually darkened and there was no one in sight. Although I was not scared, I couldn't help feeling depressed and a lot of worries came over me.
"drive!"
She didn't want to waste time thinking about random things and just wanted to go home as soon as possible.
After crossing the path, the view gradually opened up, but the snow fell heavier and the colder it became.
Suddenly, a little light appeared on the road that seemed to have no end.
Warm yellow, like an illusion in the cold night.
Alone, Song Baoyuan didn't dare to look closely, nor did she plan to stop, but wanted to speed up and pass by.
But when passing by, I still glanced sideways.
"Whoa!" She hurriedly tightened the reins and looked back.
There was a carriage parked on the side of the road. Jiang Keyu, who was as tall as a pine or cypress, was sitting outside wearing a fur coat. The sudden light was from the lamp in his hand.
Snow fell on his body, making him look more desolate.
"Why are you here?" Song Baoyuan asked in confusion.
Jiang Keyu raised her hand slightly, letting the light from the lamp fall on his face, "Waiting for you."
Just as he finished speaking, two furry heads popped out from under his fur coat behind him, one on the left and one on the right.
"mother!"
"Mom! We're here to pick you up!"
The child's childish and excited voice is particularly clear in the empty and silent night.
Song Baoyuan felt her heart tremble, she immediately dismounted and walked quickly towards the carriage.
Seeing her daughter reaching out for a hug, she was embarrassed for a moment, "Mom is cold."
The next moment, Jiang Suisui threw herself on her, "I'm warm! I'm warm!"
Song Baoyuan quickly hugged her, and the burning heat spread from her chest, dispelling the coldness in her body.
"I'm warm too." Jiang Chengyou said, opening his arms and throwing himself towards his mother.
But my father grabbed me by the back of the collar, and I couldn't move forward even a bit when I was just a few inches away from my mother.
“Ahhhh!”
He fluttered around like a chick being held captive, "Mom! Dad is bullying the kid!"
Jiang Keyu pulled her son into her arms with force, then covered his mouth with her free hand, "You are the noisiest."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiang Suisui turned around and agreed, nodding repeatedly.
Song Baoyuan burst out laughing.
Jiang Chengyou rammed his head into his father's chest in defiance, like a stubborn calf, without any regard for the severity of the blow.
Jiang Keyu groaned and pretended to be calm, urging: "Come up, stop blowing the wind."
After Song Baoyuan carried her daughter into the carriage and the curtain fell, Jiang Keyu, who was still outside, grabbed Jiang Chengyou's ear and slandered him in a low voice, "You don't treat your father as a human being, do you?"
"It hurts!" Jiang Chengyou frowned.
"You still feel pain?"
The wind and snow were so strong that Song Baoyuan couldn't hear them talking in the carriage. She thought Jiang Keyu's shoulder injury hadn't healed yet, so it was inconvenient for her to bring her son in. So after putting her daughter down, she lifted the carriage curtain and went to pick up her son.
The moment the car curtain was lifted, Jiang Keyu quickly changed her movements and expression, and was in perfect harmony with Jiang Chengyou, who had his eyes wide open.
Two pairs of eyes stared at her without blinking. Song Baoyuan was stunned for a moment, feeling strange. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, dust off the snow for him." Jiang Keyu looked calm and swept her son's head with her hand.
Jiang Chengyou nodded honestly.
Song Baoyuan was suspicious, but she couldn't question him. She reached out and took her son, then turned back to the carriage.
"There's ginger soup on the stove." Jiang Keyu followed behind, "Drink it while it's hot to warm yourself up."
As he spoke, he took off his fur coat and casually covered Song Baoyuan with it.
It was so natural, as if I had done it a thousand times.
The fur coat carried his body temperature and breath. The moment it enveloped her, Song Baoyuan no longer felt cold, but a sense of unease surged in her heart for no reason.
She remembered that a long time ago, she always stood under the eaves, waiting for her husband to come home very late after being busy.
Winter is no exception.
She was always lightly dressed. The moment her husband saw her, he would hasten home, take off his fur coat, cover her with it, and ask her, "Why are you wearing so little?"
She always said vaguely: "I was just inside the house and it wasn't cold at all."
But in fact, she did it on purpose.
Because this is, apart from their bed, the only place that can be considered intimate.
In a trance, Song Baoyuan recalled that she seemed to have had a long period of peaceful and satisfying married life. She had a gentle and considerate husband, lively and lovely children, and a rich and stable life...
*
Perhaps because it was the first snow of the year, the two children were still very excited and not sleepy at all after returning home.
After taking a bath, Song Baoyuan sat on the inside of the bed, looked at the children fighting in front of her, and yawned.
She couldn't help but speak out to stop him, "Okay, stop making trouble, Chengcheng, go back to your room and sleep."
Jiang Chengyou pulled his sister's feet away from his face and said, "Then tomorrow morning, will you help me build a snowman, Mom?"
"How about the evening?" Song Baoyuan discussed patiently, "Mother has something to do during the day."
Jiang Chengyou pouted and said, "Then let Daddy accompany me."
Song Baoyuan couldn't hide her surprise, "Strange, why aren't you afraid of daddy anymore?"
"Because Daddy has been so nice lately!" Jiang Chengyou jumped up and danced with joy. "He played Cuju with me, and he was really good..."
He suddenly stopped, looking panicked.
Song Baoyuan didn't think much about it at first, but when she saw him suddenly at a loss, she realized something was wrong.
"Daddy will play Cuju with you."
Jiang Chengyou pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and slowly moved until he hugged his mother's arms. He said pitifully, "Mom, please don't let Dad know. I told you, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because Daddy said it's a secret. If I tell you, he won't play with me anymore."
Under the expectant gaze of the child, Song Baoyuan felt mixed emotions and could not refuse no matter what.
So she pinched her son's face and replied softly, "Yeah."
She suddenly understood why she felt more anxious and uneasy when she recalled the days that were once beautiful and happy.
Because all the good things are illusions.
This is most likely a scam that will be revealed only after she gets lost.
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