"But the eldest lady said that she thought I was clever and smart, and she planned to let the eldest young master marry me. After the eldest young master gets married, I can be my concubine." Ye Rongqing's voice was as soft as a mosquito, but even so, those hurtful words
He could still hear the words clearly.
Lu Kunshan suddenly wanted to look up to the sky and laugh. How ironic, is he so unbearable?
He looked at her angrily and really laughed out loud: "Great! You don't want to be my wife, but you are willing to be my elder brother's concubine. Is it better to be my wife than to be my elder brother's concubine?"
Ye Rongqing wanted to shake her head, but she was powerless. What he said was true. Indeed, in her eyes, being the wife of the second young master who was not favored was worse than being the concubine of the first young master, because although she was a maid, she was not a human being.
People say she is smart, well-behaved and beautiful. If she is so good, why should she be bullied by others? She is no worse than those so-called young ladies, so why can't she get ahead? In the Lu family, only the eldest master who is the backer can get ahead.
Although she somewhat likes Kunshan in her heart, this love is really too cheap compared with the glory and wealth.
She nodded: "Yes, I am such a selfish woman, and I don't deserve your love, young master. People like you, no matter how good you are to me, can't give me what I want. You forget me!"
"Go away!" He didn't want to see her again
Auntie!
It’s Auntie again, why does every time he likes something, it becomes the big brother’s! Toys were like this when he was a child, inheritance rights are like this, and now even his sweetheart is like this, can any one of them be his...
Early the next morning, Wan Fugui asked the housekeeper to take Baoyue and the old man to the best tailor shop in the city to make a few sets of clothes. Since he had gone home, he must not be as shabby as before.
This is the first time in his life that the old man has seen so much silk. Every fabric he looks at feels good-looking, but he always points to Baozhu. He is older and wears whatever he wants. Baozhu is still small and does not have mother-in-law pain, so he is naturally more beautiful.
A few decent clothes were good, so he said to the housekeeper: "Buy them for Baozhu! It's a waste for an old man like me to wear such nice clothes. I don't know how many more years I can live."
The housekeeper kindly advised him: "Old man, don't worry, there are enough sets for the young lady. You can also choose as many as you like!"
Bao Zhu felt sorry for her grandfather. She picked up a piece of cloth from the counter and held it in front of her grandfather: "Grandpa, buy this! You can wear it, it will look good."
The old man looked at the fabric and thought it was very beautiful. It had a dark red silk base and many blessing characters embroidered on it. He looked happy and said, "Then grandpa will make a suit like this."
"Yeah" Baozhu nodded with a smile.
The shopkeeper who was greeting other customers over there looked over here and immediately came over and said to Baozhu and Mr. Wan: "I'm very sorry, someone has ordered this piece of cloth, please change it!"
Baozhu liked it and didn't let go. Instead, he held her tightly in his arms. He raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper pitifully. He didn't say anything, just looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if to say, don't grab my cloth.