If there is a solution, Qiu Huaixin will not be bored to come to Zhanfeiyu. He has made many friends over the years, but now in the situation in Qianzhongdao, Qiu Huaixin cannot go to other places, only Zhanfeiyu
Don't worry about any leaks here.
"Take one step at a time, but my second brother and I will not accept the position of the head of the family. This belongs to the eldest brother." Qiu Huaixin's attitude was firm.
Over the years, he has also seen how hard Qiu Bingde has worked hard and how much he has paid to become a qualified heir. Why should Wu’s mistake be borne by his elder brother?
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight. Zhan Feiyu also recognizes this. Qiu Bingde is indeed more suitable for bhikkhu Huaixin and Qiu Wangshu, but Brother Chen is indeed a difficult problem. The mother-son family relationship cannot be separated, and no one can guarantee that Brother Chen will be in the future.
I will not take revenge on Qiu Huaixin.
"Miss." At this moment, He Nuan walked in from outside the door, saluted Zhan Feiyu and reported, "The old lady of the Wu family has come over and is at the gate of the other courtyard."
Qiu Huaixin stood up and looked extremely ugly, "I'll go to the door to take a look!"
Looking at Qiu Huaixin who was hurried outside, Zhan Feiyu also stood up, He Nuan also followed him, took the cloak handed over by the little maid and tied it for Zhan Feiyu, and then followed her out the door.
Unlike the previous trip, Mrs. Wu only took the most ordinary green carriage today, with only two servants serving her. There were only one person on the shaft outside, besides the coachman.
The manager.
It was cold in early winter, and Mrs. Wu was getting older again. I don’t know if it was cold or why, but she looked even more mean and old with a tense face.
Madam Qian and the maid Baolian, who were sitting in the carriage, both lowered their heads and dared not speak. Mrs. Wu was holding a warm hand stove in her hand. They were both sitting all the way, and the cold wind was in the gap.
The blowing in made both of them feel cold. It was the first time that Madam Qian and Baolian suffered such a grief in the years of serving Mrs. Wu in the Wu Mansion.
As the door of the other courtyard was opened again, the gloomy old lady Wu finally changed her expression and handed the hand stove to Baolian beside her.
"Madam, I'll go down and take a look first." Madam Qian hurriedly got off the carriage. Her legs and feet, which were frozen all the way, had already been stiff and lost consciousness. The pain of jumping off the carriage made Madam Qian change her face, but at this moment
I don't care about these things anymore.
With sharp eyes, he saw Qiu Huaixin walking through the open door. Madam Qian hurriedly said, "Madam, the third young master is here."
When Baolian heard this, he hurriedly served Mrs. Wu to get off the carriage. The road was bumpy and turbulent. Mrs. Wu didn't even mention a word. Baolian, a servant, dared not complain.
After the news of Wu's arrest was passed back to the Wu family, not only the masters of the Wu family were anxious and worried, but their servants were also frightened. If the Qiu family took revenge, their Wu family would probably be in danger.
Qiu Huaixin had met Mrs. Wu several times before, and had visited the Wu family. He also paraded with the younger generations of the Wu family. At that time, Mrs. Wu had a kind face and was particularly generous to the younger generation.
But at the moment, standing at the door of the villa, Qiu Huaixin looked at Mrs. Wu who got off the carriage. She was still the same person, but the old age made Qiu Huaixin feel a little unbelievable. She seemed to have become more than ten years old overnight, and she was in a state of energy.
The old lady suddenly became an old woman stepping into the coffin with one foot.
"Huaixin, it's an old man who teaches his daughter incompetent." Mrs. Wu spoke in a hoarse voice, shook off the hand that Madam Qian was supporting and staggered forward a few steps.
"The old lady is worried about her feet!" Qiu Huaixin hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Mrs. Wu who was almost kneeling down for him.
His lips trembled twice, and Mrs. Wu's wrinkled hand grabbed Qiu Huaixin's hand. The words of apologizing reached their throat and were swallowed back. Only tears left their eyes with tears in their eyes looked at Qiu Huaixin with guilt and blame.
Zhan Feiyu stood in the corner with his hand stove in his arms, looking at Qiu Huaixin, who was helpless and uneasy, and muttered to He Nuan in a low voice, "Ginger is still so hot."
"The third young master has little to do." He Nuan agreed calmly. The third young master is Lord Qiu's youngest son. He met his peers with his head, while the elders are all kind and kind, and never encountered the sinisterness of human nature.
.
It is normal for Mrs. Wu to show weakness that the third son could not resist. If Mrs. Qiu or Mrs. Qiu is here today, Mrs. Wu's trick will definitely not work.
The wind is cold in early winter, and Qiu Huaixin can't stand it even when he stands at the wind, let alone Mrs. Wu.
A quarter of an hour later, the carbon stove in the main hall of the villa was lit and hot tea was delivered.
Zhan Feiyu sat aside with a thick skin holding the hand stove, turning a blind eye to Qiu Huaixin's request for help.
It was probably because of the warmth in the room that made Mrs. Wu finally recovered a little. As for Zhan Feiyu, the "bystander", Mrs. Wu could only pretend that she hadn't seen it. What she wanted to see today was Qiu Huaixin sitting in the main seat.
"Zixian is my old girl. It is my mother who is not taught her well, so that Zixian made such a big mistake. Nowadays, white-haired people should be given a black-haired person." Wu Laofu
The person has no longer the old look he had just been at the door. Although his face was still pale, his sitting posture was correct, and his expression to his voice returned to normal.
Mrs. Wu looked at Qiu Huaixin, and her old face under her silver hair showed self-blame and guilt again, "What will happen to Zixian be? She deserves it? Huaixin, today she is willing to come for Brother Chen."
Bao Lian put the wooden box that she had been holding in her hand on the table beside Qiu Huaixin, and then retreated back to Mrs. Wu and stood behind.
"Huaixin, you don't have to rush to refuse." Old Mrs. Wu spoke first, probably thinking of Wu's voice, and her voice was a little choked, but this weakness was only for a moment.
Mrs. Wu explained: "The land deeds and silver deeds in this wooden box are my private property. Before I came, I had divided these industries into two. If Brother Chen does not hold a grudge in the future, you can take this half for me.
The property I gave to her is also a compensation for him, my grandmother. If Huaixin holds a grudge against you for Zixian's affairs in the future, or even takes action, these properties will be regarded as compensation for the unfilial daughter."