Shen Yingxue's mind went blank, and she entered the kitchen in a daze. She almost saw her hand when cutting vegetables with a knife, and Zhou Ling shouted in fright.
"mother!"
Only then did Shen Yingxue react. When she saw her daughter sitting on the stove obediently helping her light the fire, Shen Yingxue hugged Zhou Ling and broke down crying.
She doesn't want to share her husband with anyone else, especially this person is Zhao Yuan.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she entered the main room with her head down while carrying the dishes. Zhou Shui'an had already returned from the shop. Zhao Yuan sat next to him and said witty words, which made Zhou Shui'an laugh. He looked handsome, and his face was full of breeze when he smiled, unlike He is a salesman, but he looks like an elegant scholar.
Zhao Yuan was charming, spoke sweetly, and had admiration in her eyes. Zhou Shui'an felt like a feather was tickling his heart, making him itchy. When he saw Shen Yingxue coming in, he quickly sat up straight.
"Why are you crying?"
Shen Yingxue put the bowl in front of him. Zhou Shui'an saw her red and swollen eyes, took her hand and asked.
Mother Zhou hated the way she looked aggrieved the most, as if someone had bullied her. She curled her lips and was about to curse, but Zhao Yuan stopped her.
"My sister-in-law went back to her parents' house today. She came back a little late and wasted time. My aunt didn't have lunch and was hungry. She said something to my sister-in-law in a hurry. Maybe she's angry?"
"Mom didn't have lunch at noon? How can this be okay? What if she gets sick from hunger again?" Zhou Shui'an was filial and became anxious when Zhao Yuan said that his mother had not eaten.
"It's all my fault, I can't even make a fire, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered my sister-in-law to cook for my aunt."
Zhao Yuan lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking ashamed.
"How can I blame you? It's not like you can learn cooking overnight. I allowed Mrs. Shen to return to her parents' home. I shouldn't be hungry." Zhou's mother also pretended to be pitiful.
Zhou Shui'an's face darkened and he looked at Shen Yingxue with displeasure in his eyes.
"Mom, I can't help but feel hungry now that I'm getting older. Why can't you think of this when you're usually so gentle and considerate?"
Shen Yingxue's face turned pale when she was told that, her lips trembled but she swallowed the rebuttal.
She only goes back once every half a year. Zhao Yuan can't cook, so why can't her mother-in-law?
"Ms. sir, I was wrong..."
Seeing Shen Yingxue admitting her mistake obediently, Zhou Shui'an's expression softened, but he still did not forget to hit her.
"Well, from now on, think more about your family and be filial to your mother."
"Um."
"Let's eat."
Shen Yingxue was scolded by her son, and Zhou's mother was in a good mood. Ayuan glanced at her secretly, with a satisfied light flashing in her eyes.
There were two dishes and one soup on the table, and Zhou's mother gave the meat to Zhou Shui'an and Ayuan. Shen Yingxue wanted to give Zhou Ling a piece, but Zhou's mother slapped her chopsticks away.
"You have all eaten meat at Shen's house at noon, why are you still so greedy? These are for Anzi and Ayuan to replenish their health."
Shen Yingxue didn't dare to say anything and silently picked up the food with chopsticks for her daughter.
"Mom, it's just a piece of meat, what is it worth?"
Zhou Shui'an still had a daughter in his heart, so he took the meat in the bowl and gave it to Shen Yingxue.
"Eat."
Suddenly there was a piece of meat in the bowl. Shen Yingxue suddenly raised her head and saw Zhou Shui'an's reassuring smile. Shen Yingxue felt better and the meat tasted especially delicious in her mouth.
"Cousin, you eat mine."
Zhao Yuan handed over the bowl and gave him all the meat.
"Thank you Ayuan." Zhou Zian took it with a smile.
"We, Ayuan, are still considerate, unlike some people..." Zhou's mother was angry, and Shen Yingxue clenched her chopsticks.
After coaxing her daughter into bed at night, Zhou Shui'an turned over from behind and hugged her.
Shen Yingxue had just finished taking a shower, her hair was still wet with moisture, and the dense aroma of bath beans drifted into Zhou Shui'an's nose. He took a deep breath and hugged the woman in his arms tighter.
"Mom told me about A Yuan today..."
Shen Yingxue's body stiffened slightly and she held her breath.
"what do you think?"
She asked in a hoarse voice, the previous firmness in her heart slowly wavering.
"I must have refused..." Shen Yingxue just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him continue.
"But Ayuan has no father or mother, and no dowry. After three years of delay, she is getting older, and she will not be able to marry into a good family in the future. It is all because of me, otherwise she would have been married and had children long ago."
Zhou Shui'an has very complicated feelings for this cousin. He was also attracted to her when he was young, but later he fell in love with Shen Yingxue and forgot about his youthful excitement. However, after not seeing her for three years, his feelings for her seemed to have returned.
Zhou Shui'an thought about the interactions he had had over the past few days. He had the youthfulness and impulsiveness of a young boy, which he had never felt in Shen Yingxue.
When the woman in his arms heard this, her heart was half broken, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"So you're letting her in?"
Zhou Shui'an heard her crying and felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, madam, you are the only one in my heart. Ayuan is my sister. She is in trouble. How can an elder brother stand by and watch?"
What Zhou Shui'an said was awe-inspiring, but Shen Yingxue felt cold when she heard it.
"Even if I help her, there's no need to bring her in. She doesn't have a dowry, so I can help buy it..."
"Ms. Shen, why have you become like this? You are so intolerable. Ayuan is just a concubine. She is a head shorter than you when she enters the door. She is an innocent girl who has been wronged by being my concubine. You still don't know how to understand her. ."
"Ha," a sarcastic smile appeared on Shen Yingxue's lips. She was about to steal a man from her, and she had to be considerate of her, which she couldn't do.
Shen Yingxue is not a big-hearted person. She is extremely small-minded and wants to dominate him and not give it to anyone else.
Why can my brother be devoted to his wife, but his father-in-law's heart is divided between two people?
That night she kept her eyes open and shed tears until dawn, as if she had cried all the tears she had spent in the first half of her life.
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The business of the bookstore is getting better and better, but Shen Yanqing's books can't be copied, so Xu Ziwen spends money to hire a few students to help copy them, each with fifty words. Because of Shen Yanqing's reputation, many students would rather take it for free. This life.
These are the reading notes that ranked first in the provincial examination. You can get some talent just by touching them.
Jiang Miao was sitting at the table practicing calligraphy. She had learned a little in her previous life but her writing was average. Shen Yanqing took his copybook and asked her to copy.
Shen Yanqing's handwriting is just like her character, clear and elegant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. Jiang Miao's handwriting is more like small regular script with hairpin flowers, which is delicate and elegant. After copying for several days, her handwriting has gained a bit of character.
Shen Yanqing stood behind her and watched her write a wonderful word with her pen.
"Put this one back."
Shen Yanqing's slender, jade-like hand held hers, and his fingertips tightened slightly.
"Really, it looks much better like this. My husband is really awesome!"
The handwriting under her hand was obviously much clearer. Jiang Miao's eyes were full of admiration. It was worthy of being praised by even the emperor. Shen Yanqing gave her some pointers, and her progress was obvious.
The two of them were so close together that Shen Yanqing's hair fell on her shoulders. Jiang Miao's admiration for him was so pure that Shen Yanqing looked at her in shock.
"Ms. sir..."
Jiang Miao tilted her head. Why was the hero looking at her so stupidly?
"Huh?" Shen Yanqing came to his senses, his face felt a little hot. He exhaled, took out a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to her.
"This is the bookstore's profit this month, you keep it."
