"I think those rumors have caused you a lot of trouble recently. I will apologize to you for my unfulfilled son!"
Song Qian stood up slowly and leaned over to apologize to Yang Yulan.
"Mrs. Song, this is impossible. In fact, those rumors are nothing to me as a widow."
Yang Yulan was frightened and hurriedly helped Song Qianshi.
Her words did not deceive Song Qian.
In the years when she first became a widow, it was not like she had never heard any ugly and vicious rumors.
Besides, the rumors in the village are not vicious.
Most of them said, when are you going to get married to Song Xiaochun? We are waiting for your wedding banquet!
Although these words seemed to Yang Yulan to be just ridiculing.
But there was no ridicule or disdain on everyone's face, but more like congratulations.
Change it to another village.
Once it is rumored that the widow is having an affair with a certain man.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, at least he will be condemned and humiliated by the village, and at worst he will be submerged in a pond or a pig cage.
"Yulan, even though you said that, as a woman, how could I not know how important honor is to women?" Song Qianshi shook her head and said from the bottom of her heart.
"Thank you Madam for your consideration, but rumors are nothing to Yulan! Moreover, the rumors in the village have not caused any trouble to Yulan."
Yang Yulan couldn't help but feel touched, her eyes were slightly red.
Obviously these rumors were more detrimental to the reputation of the Song family, but the Song family was not angry, but tolerantly apologized to her.
"It's fine if it doesn't exist, it's fine if it doesn't exist!"
Mrs. Song Qian's face relaxed, and she gently stroked the back of Yang Yulan's hand with her hand, looking particularly concerned, "You are a good boy. You have worked hard to take care of your children all these years!!"
"Thank you madam for your concern, Magnolia is not having a hard time!"
Yang Yulan shook her head, suddenly thought of something, and said worriedly:
"It's just Mrs. Song. I'm worried that this matter will affect Mr. Song's marriage?"
"You don't have to worry. My good-for-nothing son is a lot older. Even if this didn't happen, no one would think highly of him?"
Speaking of Song Xiaochun, Song Qian's face looked like she hated him.
"Mrs. Song's words are serious. Master Song is such a good person, he will meet his lover sooner or later!" Yang Yulan couldn't help but speak for Song Xiaochun.
"Then I'll lend you your blessing. If my Xiaochun can marry a girl as good as you, I will be satisfied!" Mrs. Song Qian couldn't help but sigh.
Yang Yulan didn't expect that Song Qianshi would suddenly say this. A tall figure appeared in her mind, and her face couldn't help but blush.
However, she is still self-aware.
Even if Mr. Song is old, he is not worthy of a young widow like her.
"Mrs. Song will definitely make everything she wishes come true!!"
Yang Yulan smiled, she didn't really think that the girl Song Qian mentioned was really her.
"Well, I think so too!"
Mrs. Song Qian smiled more and more kindly, and then asked Yang Yulan if she was used to it in the village and if she was bullied, as if the elders cared about the younger ones.
And Yang Yulan lowered her eyes and answered one by one.
It was not until half an hour later that Song Qian noticed that it was getting late.
"I didn't expect it to be so late. I'm old, and there's no one at home to talk to. I can't stop talking."
Song Qian's face suddenly showed a hint of loneliness, and then he looked at Yang Yulan kindly and said, "I, an old woman, have wasted a lot of your time!"
"No no!"
Yang Yulan shook her head hurriedly.
Since she came to the village, she has had no contact with her parents' family.
But just now, the chat with Song Qian made her feel like she was from her mother's side.
But I saw the loneliness shown by Song Qian before.
She couldn't bear it in her heart, so she squeezed out a faint smile and said, "Mrs. Song, if you don't mind that my place is small, I will welcome you to visit me at any time!" "Then it's settled!"
Mrs. Song Qian suddenly showed an innocent smile of a child.
Yang Yulan couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing Mrs. Song's smile, it's no wonder that the old saying often says that older people become more like children as they live.
At this moment, the white cat in Song Qian's arms had twinkling eyes.
Looking at Yang Yulan's smiling face, she sneered with disdain in her heart.
This widow really has her way.
He can always put on a pitiful look.
And those tears seem to be free of charge and can be shed whenever they want.
If she hadn't known that Song Qian had a high opinion of the widow, she would have wanted to scratch her fake pure and noble face with her claws.
…
Afterwards, Yang Yulan and her daughter sent Song Qian and the two accompanying maids out the door. There was a carriage outside the door.
"The weather is a bit cold at night, you should go back to the house!" Song Qian waved his hand.
"Okay, Mrs. Song, walk slowly!" Yang Yulan smiled politely.
"Grandma Song, walk slowly!" Fan Xiaolian also said crisply.
"Um!"
After Song Qian touched Fan Xiaolian's little head kindly, she hugged the white cat and got into the carriage.
The carriage moved forward slowly.
Inside the carriage.
"Madam, you like Miss Yang very much?"
The fat maid next to Song Qian said with a smile.
She had served the Song Qian family since she was a child, so she naturally knew that Song Qian's attitude towards Yang Yulan was surprisingly good.
"Did you see it?" Song Qian said with a chuckle.
"How could the old slave not see that even if Madam likes Miss Yang, she is too kind to her?" The fat servant woman was a little puzzled.
"I can't help it. How can I, a mother, not know what kind of person my son is? He has such a thick head. When he takes the initiative to pursue a wife, the day lily will be cold!"
Mrs. Song Qian sighed softly.
"Madam, you are worrying too much. The young master is not the kind of person who doesn't understand the ways of the world!" the fat servant girl explained.
"You don't feel guilty for saying this!"
Mrs. Song Qian rolled her eyes at the fat servant woman.
"Madam, don't worry too much about the young master. I think Miss Yang is well-spoken and looks good."
The fat maid couldn't help but smile awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.
"Well, indeed!"
Song Qian nodded in agreement and gently stroked the white cat in her arms.
At this moment, the white cat raised his head and looked at Mr. Song Qian, "Master, after you see my appearance, you will realize that the widow is just a rouge powder!"
…
The next morning.
Fan Xiaolian told Xiaoman about Song Qian's visit to the house yesterday, and Xiaoman suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"Xiaolian, this is a good thing!"
"A good thing?" Fan Xiaolian looked puzzled.
"Yeah, maybe in a few days, your surname will be Song!" Xiao Man put his arm on Fan Xiaolian's shoulder and said with a cheerful smile.
"Sister Xiaoman, what do you mean?"
Thinking of the recent rumors, Fan Xiaolian said with a little disbelief on her face.
"Bingdog, it's just what you think!" Xiaoman snapped his fingers.
Fan Xiaolian lowered her head and fell silent.
"What's wrong? You should be happy that your mother can find a home. Do you want to see your mother die alone?" Xiaoman said with relief.
"Well, Sister Xiaoman, I understand what you mean!" Fan Xiaolian nodded her little head, with a look of determination in her eyes.
"This is my little follower!"
Xiaoman patted Fan Xiaolian's shoulder, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised unnoticeably.