Afraid that Song Qinghuan might not hear clearly, she added: "Your marriage to your third cousin will never come true."
Song Qinghuan turned her face to look at Du Lianrong. Her expressions could not tell what her emotions were. After a while, she said, "Miss Du, please come up and have a seat."
Then he turned and left.
Du Lianrong was invited to the private room on the third floor, which was adjacent to the private room where Wei Yutang was staying.
Song Qinghuan entered the elegant room, took a seat, pointed to the rose chair opposite and said: "Sit down."
Du Lianrong then took off her hood, only to see gauze still wrapped around her forehead, and there was a faint hint of blood coming out.
A pair of big watery eyes, two curved eyebrows, a palm-sized face, and a pointed chin make the whole person more delicate and soft.
It does look pitiful.
Texue served tea and snacks, Song Qinghuan took the tea bowl, brushed off the tea foam on it and sneered: "You are really good at it, you can even escape under the eyes of Mrs. Wei."
Du Lianrong did not touch the tea and snacks on the small table, but looked around at the layout of this elegant room with her eyes. Without answering, she asked: "I heard that you own the makeup pavilion at the other end of Zhu Street.
How to make a living doing it?"
Before Song Qinghuan could speak, she continued: "The Wei family has been scholars for generations and would not be willing to marry a girl who smells like copper..."
"Oh? You're covered in the smell of copper?" Song Qinghuan interrupted her: "It's because of the kindness of the Wei family that they adopted you and raised you as their own girl, so you don't have the smell of copper. If it hadn't been for the kindness of the Wei family, you wouldn't be what you are today.
Don't tell me that you smell like copper all over your body. I'm just afraid that you won't have enough to eat and will be homeless."
Du Lianrong's face turned red when she was told that, but she still said forcefully: "That's better than just a girl doing business."
Song Qinghuan sneered: "I understand why Third Brother Wei dislikes you."
She said: "What happens to me as a merchant? I open a shop openly and earn clean money, which can subsidize my family and help poor people. Is it shameful to be a merchant? Do merchants have to be inferior to others?"
?"
As he spoke, he looked sternly and pointed at Du Lianrong's clothes: "I can easily afford the clothes you are wearing, Huzhou brocade, but what about you? If the Wei family doesn't give you money, they won't support you.
, Haha, let alone this Huzhou brocade, I'm afraid you can't even wear fine cotton."
Du Lianrong originally wanted to humiliate Song Qinghuan by saying, "Businessmen are full of copper stench", but in just a few words, he humiliated her, and her face suddenly changed.
Song Qinghuan knew that Du Lianrong must not be a good person if she could calculate such a thing, but her few words alone made people sick.
She had no patience at the moment. She put down the teacup in her hand and made a soft sound. She said: "Miss Du has gone to great lengths to see me. If it's just to say this, then I'll listen. If there's nothing else, please ask me."
Just do it."
Du Lianrong lowered her eyes, a look of resentment flashed across her face, she bit her lip and stood up and walked to the window coffin.
"I'm pregnant with my third cousin, you should know that."
"I know." Song Qinghuan replied without even bothering to look at her.
Du Lianrong then said: "I know that I have a low status and no support from my mother's family, so I cannot be the third cousin's wife, but I want to be his concubine."
She gently touched her abdomen with her hand: "His children and I must have an upright identity."
Song Qinghuan was amused by these remarks and raised his eyes to look at her: "Why do you think you can join the Wei family as a concubine and that your child can have an upright status in the Wei family?"
"A woman who does not abide by the rules of women and does not know how to behave may become a concubine in a high family, but the stain will always be there, and her children and grandchildren will never be able to hold their heads high."
Song Qinghuan didn't even bother to argue with such a person. As long as she didn't abide by women's ethics, neither Yang nor Wei Yutang would stand on her side.
It would be a waste of her time to discuss this for half a day with someone who was not a threat.
Song Qinghuan completely lost his patience and ordered Texue: "Send Miss Du back. She is a pregnant woman, so be sure not to bump into her, otherwise we will not be able to shoulder this responsibility."
After a pause, he said again: "Also, Miss Du, I advise you to put away those petty thoughts. No matter how many things you do to sow discord, you will never let your own plan succeed. If you want to anger me,
I broke off this marriage with the Wei family, I tell you..."
Song Qinghuan glanced at the coffin, and then looked back: "Impossible, Third Brother Wei has feelings for me. I trust him. As long as he doesn't let me down, I will definitely not let him down."
It was not Song Qinghuan who was irritated, but Du Lianrong. She was so angry that she jumped up and down: "Who do you think you are? I grew up with my third cousin as my childhood sweetheart, and now I have his flesh and blood. How can you do this?"
Madam, why are you speaking so loudly?"
The black shadow of the coffin shook, her eyes flashed, she stepped forward, grabbed Ta Xue who was right in front of her, beat her abdomen fiercely, and shouted: "This girl, you, please don't hit her."
, the child is still so weak, he, he won’t be able to bear it."
Sheng'er became weaker and weaker: "Please, Miss Song, I don't want to compete with you for your favor, and I don't want to compete with you for your cousin. Please let me live, my cousin likes you, but he doesn't like me."
"My, my cousin and I are just brother and sister. This child in my belly, this child in my belly, is just a ridiculous mistake, but it is still a life. Please, girl, please be merciful..."
Tuxue was a maid who had done rough and heavy work when she was a child. Du Lianrong pulled her and she was really at her mercy. Her baby belly was not even touched. Instead, Du Lianrong used it by herself.
Punched hard several times.
Song Qinghuan felt a little bored when he saw her slandering him with such a good singing and composition skills.
He raised his eyes and saw Wei Yutang standing at the door. He rolled his eyes and burst into tears. He cried angrily: "Take this person away, don't bother me here."
She pointed at Du Lianrong and said, "In my entire life, I have never seen such a naughty woman, who can even use her own flesh and blood to plot against her."
Ever since Du Lianrong entered the room, Wei Yutang had been standing outside and listened to the entire conversation between the two.
Although Song Qinghuan's maid was next to Du Lianrong, he still believed in Song Qinghuan. He had not even glanced at Du Lianrong since he entered the house.
In this situation, I just felt so guilty that I couldn't bear it, so I walked up to Song Qinghuan, rubbed my hands and said, "It's me, it's all my fault..."
After saying that, he reached into his arms and took out the handkerchief to wipe away Song Qinghuan's tears.
Song Qinghuan pushed him away, her eyes still dim with tears, and she dug into the tables beside her, started to cry, and said vaguely: "Go away, go away..."
Before he finished speaking, Ta Xue screamed: "Girl, girl, there is blood..."
