Yu Chutian wiped her tears and said bitterly: "She is just relying on her status as a legitimate daughter to be so domineering. Mother, why don't you try harder and let me straighten you out?
"When my mother gets married, she will be the rightful mistress of the Yu Mansion, and her daughter's identity will naturally be the legitimate daughter. How can she be like now, being overshadowed by her everywhere?"
Mrs. Liang sighed, looked at Zhuang Liebing, and said helplessly: "Why don't you think so, mother? It's just that your father's heart is with his ghost wife who has been dead for more than ten years. Every time I mention the renewal of my relationship, he says
When you first welcomed me into the house, you agreed to be my concubine, but you refused to change your mind. What can I do, mother?"
"Then we, mother and daughter, just sit back and wait for death? If we wait for Yu Weiyin to get Yu Ji Embroidery Workshop, then Yongxing Silk and Satin Factory will probably be taken over by her. At this point, Yu Mansion still has room for you and me.
place?"
Mrs. Liang snorted coldly, caressed her daughter's shoulders, and a vicious smile appeared on her lips.
"Silly daughter, how could I surrender so obediently? Speaking of Yu Ji Embroidery Workshop, she still hasn't even scratched her head. Even if she really gets it, as long as her father is still alive, she cannot be the one responsible for what Yu Mansion said!
"
Yu Chutian's eyes showed confusion, "Mom, what do you mean by this? Dad loves Yu Weiyin the most. His heart is naturally towards that bitch. How can he care about us, mother and daughter?"
Mrs. Liang raised her lips and smiled, her quiet face showing a somewhat ferocious look.
"Don't worry, mother has her own arrangements. Besides, your Uncle Zhuang is helping us with this matter. The property of the Yu Mansion is naturally ours."
Yu Chutian raised her eyes and glanced past Zhuang Liebing, who was standing beside him.
He is of medium build and has a fair face. Although he did not speak a word, his eyes were smiling. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Chu Tian, Uncle Zhuang will definitely plan for your mother and daughter, don't worry."
Yu Chutian nodded. She had no good impression of Zhuang Liebing in her heart. She looked down upon his flattering smile and slave-like appearance. However, her mother always told her that Uncle Zhuang was from the same country and had helped them a lot.
Yu Chutian must not be rude to him.
She could only show respect on her face, said a few more words, and then left.
As soon as Yu Chutian left, Mrs. Liang took out a thin booklet from the cupboard and handed it to Zhuang Liebing, "Liebing, Yu Song has started to be suspicious of me recently and asks me from time to time how much money I have. This booklet
, remember that we must not show him the various things we bought privately outside. Leaving them here will be a disaster after all, so you should take them out of the house and keep them for me."
Zhuang Liebing took the thin book and frowned, thinking, "Why is Yu Song so fussy now? He just swallowed a thousand taels of silver, but what does it mean compared to his huge wealth?"
"He is not a caressing person at first, and it is not because of his precious daughter that he provokes the old thief woman from Yuji Embroidery Shop. She comes to make comments from time to time, saying that the account books do not seem to be correct, and that I am making false accounts, overtly and covertly.
Fortunately, I was able to deal with them all."
"Okay, then I will take you out of the house and burn it."
Zhuang Liebing stuffed the book into his arms, hugged Ms. Liang tightly twice, and was about to pull her to the couch, but Ms. Liang raised her hand to stop her, "Liebing, that person wants to see me later."
, You should take this booklet out of the house today, and we will do it another day..."
Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Liebing hugged her and kissed her twice, full of jealousy.
"Wen Xian, one day, I will let you be my woman!"
Mrs. Liang blushed, pretended to be angry, and hit him with her fist, "Why are you so anxious? We have a long way to go."
The last ray of sunset disappeared from the rhombus window, and soon the lights were lit, enveloping Yu Mansion in a circle of faint yellow light.
Zhuang Liebing clung to a disc-shaped lantern and deliberately took a long detour.
He first passed through the moon gate, then stepped onto the cobblestone path, preparing to leave the house through the back door. However, when he reached a rockery, he suddenly felt a pain in his calf, and he leaned forward, staggering and falling hard.
The booklet in his arms suddenly shook out. He was so panicked that he went to pick it up lamely, only to see that the lamp was blown out by the wind. It was the backyard again and it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly where the booklet had fallen.
It was no wonder that I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely and groping on the gravel road with my hands.
That booklet cannot be thrown away. If it is lost and picked up by others, it will be a serious matter.
While he was groping, he regretted that he should have just let Wen Xian light a fire in the room.
When he was so anxious that his throat was burning, he finally touched a booklet in the grass. Suddenly, Zhuang Liebing's heart calmed down. At this time, he didn't care about his legs and feet, he just held the booklet tightly and hurriedly opened the back door.
, I wish I could leave the house immediately.
A tall and straight body, like a ghost, hidden in the dark night, almost blending into the black.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at the limping man as he left the courtyard, then he put his feet on the ground and used Qinggong to go to Qifang Courtyard.
On a quiet summer night, the courtyard is filled with silk lanterns. The lights are not bright red, but only emit a milky white halo, like the moonlight in mid-air, stretching the shadows of the trees all the way.
A woman in white clothes stood under the peach tree, staring at the flying fireflies in the grass, waiting to reach out to pounce on them.
Her figure is light and slender, but her body wrapped under the gauze skirt already has graceful curves.
Even though his back is turned, he can still see the softness of the thin waist and the ups and downs of the mountains.
"Miss, it's hard to catch fireflies with your hands. Why don't you go into the room and get a net bag?" Yao Xiang followed and only pounced twice. A thin layer of sweat already appeared on her forehead.
Yu Weiyin smiled and waved his hand, "No, I'm just joking. If you cover these fireflies in a glass bottle, I'm afraid they won't live long. Let's go back to the room."
He turned around and looked directly at Shao Mo, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
He wore a dark suit, his waist tightly tied with a silver ribbon, and he held his usual long sword in his hand. Under the moonlight wind lamp, his whole body reflected a cold light.
I don't know how long he stood there, his deep eyes were as dark as the sea, and there was no emotion at all.
However, being stared at by him like this, Yu Weiyin was subconsciously nervous, but she didn't want to show it, so she just pinched her delicate fingertips and slightly raised her chin towards him.
"Shao Mo, you are back."
"Um."
He strode to her and was about to take out the booklet from his arms, but he couldn't help but look at her twice.
I don’t know if it’s because of the fireflies, but her hair on the temples is slightly messy, and the broken hair on her forehead is wet with a thin layer of fine sweat, sticking to both sides of her cheeks. Her red lips are slightly open, and she exhales like blue. She is even more beautiful and charming than before.
.
His eyes wandered uncontrollably on her cheeks, and then fell on her slightly messy skirt.
The neckline is slightly open, revealing a small piece of skin as white as jade and as frosty as snow.
With just such a look, his whole body seemed to be on fire, his mouth was so dry that he almost felt like crushing it with his fists.