During this period of time, Fu Zhao was very busy because of the Fu family's affairs.
She didn't care at all whether her period came this month or not.
Now that this matter was mentioned by Qian, Fu Zhao was not only surprised, but also angry.
Fu Zhao covered up his anger, thought for a while, and then said: "It's half a month late, but I don't even care about these things. My second sister-in-law cares about myself more than I do."
Qian pretended that she couldn't understand the meaning behind Fu Zhao's words and just smiled and said: "This matter is big or small. In my opinion, it's better to ask a doctor to take a look at it and feel more at ease."
"There's no need to go to such great lengths. It's always possible to postpone it a little," Fu Zhao said with a faint smile, "There's no need to ask a doctor."
Qian, however, refused to give in. "The issue of the heir is not a trivial matter! It is always reassuring to ask a doctor to take a look."
Ma then advised: "Yes, you are still young. If you fall into this kind of problem, you will regret it in the future."
Fu Zhao looked at Mrs. Qian who seemed to be watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. Only Mr. Ma cared about him from the bottom of his heart.
In contrast, Qian's repeated attempts to trip her up made her feel bored.
Fu Zhao had a tough attitude, "After a few days, if menstruation has not come yet, I will naturally ask a doctor. I am a little sleepy."
As she spoke, she covered her mouth with her hands and yawned.
Mr. Qian and Mr. Ma naturally understood the obvious intention of driving away guests.
Qian's smile suddenly disappeared, his eyes were mean, and he wanted to have another attack.
Ma quickly held down Qian and said warmly: "Second brother and sister, don't we still want to see the fourth sister? Let's go quickly."
Madam Ma almost forcefully pulled Madam Qian out.
After leaving the yard, Mr. Qian shook off Mr. Ma's hand and walked away, holding back his anger.
Fu Zhao whispered: "Thank you, sister-in-law."
Ma said guiltily: "It's my fault. I came here after hearing a few words from her. Don't take it to heart."
Fu Zhao smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, I know."
Ma smiled and left.
After the two left, Fu Zhao immediately darkened his face.
She turned around and entered the yard. She stood in the middle of the yard and did not go in.
"Where's Rumeng?" Fu Zhao's voice was deep.
After the last incident, she did not deal with Ru Meng.
Ru Meng was terrified, but he had always been calm.
Qian's sudden arrival today must be related to Rumeng's tip.
Siqi replied in a low voice: "This slave is negligent. She has been staying in the house to be a female celebrity. I don't even know when she went out."
"I don't blame you," a coldness flashed in Fu Zhao's eyes, "Don't she like to be the second sister-in-law's eyeliner? It's rare for her to pay attention to this kind of menstrual period. Then I will give her a big gift
, let her have a long face with the second sister-in-law."
*
Mr. Qian walked in front, but when he saw Mr. Ma didn't follow, he slowed down.
Jin'er asked in confusion: "Why did you rush over after listening to Rumeng's words? Whether that person is pregnant or not, what does it have to do with us?"
"Why not?" Mrs. Qian raised her eyebrows, "This is a big happy event for the family."
Jin'er became more and more confused, saying this was not Qian's usual style at all.
Qian glanced back and said, "The fact that she is pregnant naturally has to be made known to everyone. Then of course there will be jealous people who will take notice of her."
Jin'er covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, and asked in panic: "Who would be so bold? If he dares to attack the Crown Prince's wife, will he also attack you?"
Qian frowned fiercely and said with great disgust: "Of course, yes, otherwise why are there so few heirs in the Hou family? Except for the son of the sister-in-law, no son survives? It is said that it is the retribution of the Marquis who killed too many people.
, I don’t believe it!”
This was the first time Qian had talked about these things with Jin'er, and Jin'er felt chills in her bones.
Who has the ability to kill the heirs of the Hou family and is so bold?
"Look at your courage," Mr. Qian sneered, "What are you afraid of? That person has done too many bad things, and sooner or later he will show up. When the time comes, I will find that person out, and I will give birth to a legitimate son for the second master.
Then our position will be more stable."
Jin'er hurriedly flattered: "I am not as brave and resourceful as you, but you are more considerate. So you mean that the Crown Prince's wife is the target to be pushed out?"
Qian laughed, clasped her hands and prayed to God to bless Fu Zhao for being pregnant.
*
Chen Feng came back at night as usual.
He walked alone without asking Wei Shan to follow him.
From a distance, he could see a little light at the entrance of the courtyard.
It was Fu Zhao who specifically ordered the maid to put a light at the door, fearing that Chen Feng would not be able to see the way in the dark.
Chen Feng felt warm in his heart, and it seemed that after getting married, the smile on his face became much brighter.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked over.
After entering the house, he saw the maids bowing to him and then doing their own things, but Fu Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
Siqi quietly pointed into the inner room, and Chen Feng entered the inner room, opened the curtain, and saw Fu Zhao lying on the bed.
Chen Feng was confused and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out and touched Fu Zhao's forehead, which was warm.
Chen Feng turned to hold Fu Zhao's hand, squeezed it, and chuckled: "How long will you continue to pretend?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhao opened his eyes, revealing a pair of shining eyes full of smiles.
Fu Zhao raised his arms and looked at Chen Feng with a pair of talking eyes.
Chen Feng took Fu Zhao's arm and gently pulled her to sit up.
As soon as he sat up, Fu Zhao wrapped his arms around Chen Feng's arms and buried his head in the crook of his neck.
Smelling the faint scent of sandalwood on Chen Feng's body, Fu Zhao's heart calmed down a lot.
She was greedy for the warmth of Chen Feng's body, hugging his neck and refusing to let go.
Chen Feng patted Fu Zhao's slightly thin back repeatedly and asked softly: "Are you worried about the Fu family?"
Fu Zhao grunted, raised his head, and said softly: "Everything is ready, all I need is the east wind. Can you lend me the east wind?"
Chen Feng patted her and said meaningfully: "That depends on your sincerity."
Fu Zhao retracted his arm, rolled up the quilt and rolled into the bed, only revealing a pair of round eyes, "I'm inconvenienced."
Chen Feng chased after him, lowered his voice, and said with a joking smile, "It's inconvenient, but there is an inconvenient way."
He stretched out his long hand and put down the curtain beside the bed.
*
Soon, it was the eve of Fu Qingxin's wedding.
Fu Qingxin sneered when she looked at the phoenix crown and harem that was delivered.
She stood up suddenly, took out a pair of scissors from the drawer, and cut hard on the wedding dress several times.
She regarded the wedding dress as her enemy and became more and more ruthless.
Shulan, the maid sent by the Cong family, saw this and hurried over to dissuade her, "Miss, this is your wedding dress! If it gets damaged, what will you wear when you get married the day after tomorrow?"
