Chapter 12 The Scholar Husband's Desperate Need for a Son (11)

Song Tangyin responded with her eyes closed, indicating she didn't intend to answer the question.

But Chu Yuan wouldn't give up. If he didn't say anything, she would back away and refuse to give him a kiss.

Song Tangyin felt deeply tormented, "Yuan'er."

"Answer quickly!" Chu Yuan urged.

In the end, Song Tangyin decided to overcome her shyness and said, "I like it."

Who do you like?

"Chu...Chu Yuan".

Chu Yuan then let him go, stopped talking, and immersed herself in intimate happiness with Song Tangyin.

As Song Tangyin's breathing grew heavier, his slender fingers began to caress her waist.

"No, it hasn't been a month yet," Chu Yuan said cruelly, suppressing a laugh.

Song Tangyin felt an urge to smash the wall, and pinched Chu Yuan's waist hard, "You little rascal!"

"Hehe..." Chu Yuan just laughed, got up and led Song Tangyin out, "To make up for Ayin, I can serve Ayin a bath."

Song Tangyin gritted her teeth, "Then let's forget about it."

He could tell, of course, that Chu Yuan was doing it on purpose, teasing and flirting with him. However, he didn't find such deliberate behavior offensive; in fact, he found it somewhat novel.

So I let her go.

She was heartbroken after losing her child, and it took her a great deal of effort to convince herself to accept reality and to become more cheerful.

He couldn't hurt her.

Chu Yuan: You really know how to make excuses for yourself.

Of course, Chu Yuan wouldn't be foolish enough to expose him.

I slept soundly again that night.

The next day, the fight between Chu Ping and Zhi Yue caused quite a stir. Madam Song was still upset about Song Tangyin's disobedience the day before, so she stayed indoors and watched the spectacle unfold.

"Look at this, this is the kind of well-bred young lady the Chu family has raised. She'll start a fight at the slightest disagreement. She's not even as good as us country girls."

Song Xiuer coveted a comfortable life in the Song family and was eager to freeload off others. She was extremely unwilling to go back to the Wei family to suffer mistreatment, so she naturally went along with what Song Kangshi said.

"Mother is right. It's a good thing we didn't let my younger brother marry Chu Ping too, or this family would be in chaos."

Madam Song groaned and slumped on the couch. “You think things aren’t chaotic enough yet? I’ve always felt that Chu Yuan has been acting strange lately. Back then, when your younger brother insisted on marrying her, I felt it wasn’t right. She’s too seductive and doesn’t look like a proper girl.”

Song Xiuer pouted. What's the use of saying all this now? She's already married into the family.

That Chu Yuan is really audacious. Now that I think about it, I was tricked by her yesterday.

"There was no other way. At that time, my younger brother was just beginning to make a name for himself in the capital and needed help. The Chu family is, after all, an official family. However, if Chu Yuan still can't have a child in two years, can Mother just keep putting up with it?"

This is another attempt to instigate Song Kangshi to cause trouble.

This time, Madam Song learned her lesson and didn't fall for Song Xiuer's tricks. "We'll talk about it later!"

Song Xiuer was overwhelmed and resentful, thinking that there would always be a way in the future.

Madam Chu punished Chu Ping by making her kneel, but Zhi Yue fared even worse; her face was slapped to pieces and, after a night, became inflamed and swollen, resembling a pig's head.

"Go and ask a doctor to take a look at her." Madam Chu wasn't really that heartless after all.

He questioned Chu Ping, "Why did you hit her?"

Chu Ping spoke righteously, "She has filthy thoughts about my brother-in-law, and I only taught her a lesson for my sister's sake! This little bitch thinks that just because my sister asked her that one question, she has a chance to become a concubine. A toad trying to eat swan meat!"

In Chu Ping's eyes, it was probably a crime for anyone else to even think about Song Tangyin, except for herself.

Chu Yuan feigned surprise at the opportune moment, "Ah, Zhiyue, really? You... But when I asked you yesterday, why did you say you didn't want to?"

Zhiyue's face was swollen like a pig's head, and she looked miserable, almost disfigured. She sobbed, "Madam, I am but a plain-looking woman, unworthy of the young master's eye. Besides, you have treated me with such kindness, how could I repay such kindness with enmity..."

"Give me a break!"

Chu Ping shouted, "I even found your brother-in-law's socks in your room, right under your pillow! You say you have no feelings for your brother-in-law? Who would believe that!"

This was a rather risqué accusation. Chu Yuan looked at Zhi Yue in surprise several times. What a taste! Collecting socks!

However, Song Tangyin's food, clothing, and daily necessities were all taken care of by the original owner herself. It was already quite an achievement for a maid like her to be able to secretly hide a pair of socks.

Why do I feel a little sorry for her for some reason?

Besides socks, Chu Ping also found a lot of other things. Zhi Yue wanted to retaliate, but when Chu Ping saw her slowly taking off her purse and fiddling with it, Zhi Yue's pupils shrank, and she dared not speak again.

It contained evidence that she had stolen valuable items and pawned them.

Zhiyue didn't want to die, and tearfully admitted her mistake, "This servant is sorry, Madam. This servant begs to be transferred to the most remote west courtyard to wash clothes."

Save your life first, we can deal with the rest later.

Chu Yuan wasn't surprised. This Zhi Yue was no match for Chu Ping, otherwise the original owner's ending wouldn't have been so tragic.

"Take him away." Madam Chu preferred to avoid seeing him.

But she was still very angry, feeling that it was beneath Chu Ping's dignity to fight with a maid. "Even so, you shouldn't have hit her. You are a young lady, and she is a maid. If something like this happens again, tell your mother or your sister. Do you think we can't deal with that little hussy?"

"I understand," Chu Ping replied quickly, but inwardly she didn't think much of it. What was the point of telling them? It felt much better to destroy someone herself.

Look at that little vixen, without that pretty face, what will she use to seduce men now?

Washing clothes? Don't wash yourself into a well.

Chu Yuan was happy to watch the two of them fight like dogs. She didn't even have to lift a finger to solve Zhi Yue's big problem. Wasn't that wonderful?

"Mother, I'm a little tired and want to go back to rest."

Chu Yuan left.

Madam Chu said a few more words to Chu Ping, and added that after Chu Yuan's postpartum confinement period was over, she would return to Anqing Prefecture.

Chu Ping panicked. "So soon? Mother, let's stay in the capital for a few more days. I've been so worried about my sister lately that I haven't been able to go out and play yet. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I heard that the capital is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations and there are fireworks. It's not too late for us to leave after Mid-Autumn Festival."

Madam Chu glared at her, "Are you going to leave your father alone at home for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The Chu family only has two daughters. If you were to ask what Lord Chu regrets the most, it would probably be that he has no sons.

Therefore, he was strict in educating his two daughters and had high expectations for them.

It wasn't until the second daughter killed the eldest daughter and usurped her place that Chu's father aged ten years overnight. He resigned from his official post, returned to his hometown, and severed his father-daughter relationship with Chu Ping.

Lady Chu became depressed and soon fell ill, dying before she was forty.

Chu Ping is the Chu family's nightmare!

Despite her exhaustion from talking, Madam Chu still refused Chu Ping's idea of ​​staying for the Mid-Autumn Festival. After all, it was her son-in-law's house, and if she stayed too long, people would gossip.

If Chu Yuan hadn't miscarried, she wouldn't have bothered them out of her worry.

Chu Ping returned to her room and counted on her fingers, "Is my postpartum confinement period over? That means there are only about ten days left!"

This won't do! She hasn't even won her brother-in-law's heart yet!