When Sang Rou went upstairs, she indeed saw her father as well, and remembering what her aunt had told her, she was overjoyed and stepped forward with a smile, calling out, "Father, mother, you were looking for me?"
Sang Pingliang examined her from head to toe, noting her well-proportioned figure, sparkling eyes, and slightly thin lips, but her overall appearance was still quite delicate. Though not as exceptionally beautiful as Sang Wan, she was not far behind! A change of clothes and some good grooming would do, indeed, she would be presentable!
The more Sang Pingliang looked, the more satisfied he felt, as if appraising an item of great value, a content smile on his face. Seeing his reaction, Sang Rou was so delighted she almost flew with joy, standing coyly with a light smile, slightly lowering her gaze, somewhat uneasy, clutching her own fingers, which made her look even more pitiful. Latest content published on NovelHub(.)net
Slut! Just like a vixen! Mrs. Li was extremely furious inside, grinning through her labored breath, "This is wonderful! Come here, I have a few words to tell you."
"Yes, mother." Sang Rou was filled with joy, not thinking about guarding against Mrs. Li. Plus, since her father had already decided on the matter, Mrs. Li could not obstruct it. To live a good life in the future, she had to curry favor with her instead! Just look at how she treated others before and after Sang Wan’s marriage to know!
What Sang Rou did not expect was that as she approached the bed, Mrs. Li suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, slashing a silver hairpin across her face with her other hand, spitting out hatefully, "Don’t you even look in the mirror at yourself, what are you, daring to covet the Shi family! Is that a house you could enter?"
"What are you doing!"
"Ah!" Sang Rou screamed and struggled, touching her face to find her hand covered in blood, then she turned and ran away crying loudly.
"You, you, you!" Sang Pingliang, trembling with anger, pointed at Mrs. Li but couldn’t speak.
Pushed by Sang Rou’s struggle, Mrs. Li was in pain with cold sweat forming on her forehead and face, glaring at Sang Pingliang with a fierce sneer, "What about me? Your old lady is not dead yet, that dead girl trying to climb the social ladder won’t get through the door! Ha, I want to see, with her face scratched, how she’ll seduce anyone!"
"You!" Sang Pingliang sneered, "Fine then, if not her, then Ayan will go, one way or another, someone must!"
"Don’t you dare!" Mrs. Li sneered, "I just agreed with Miss Wan, who said she would arrange a good marriage for Ayan! Ha, try sending someone over and see!"
Sang Pingliang paused, suddenly at a loss for words. This means Sang Wan will absolutely not accept Sang Yan. Moreover, with Sang Yan’s temperament, Sang Pingliang did not really have much hope.
"Hmph!" he snorted loudly and stormed off.
Mrs. Li lay in bed, continuing to sneer. After the pain eased, she began to think about how to sell this huge favor to Sang Wan, to make Sang Wan remember her kindness!
After all, she did help Sang Wan get rid of a strong rival. As a woman herself, she understood how much women detest their husbands taking concubines, how could Sang Wan be an exception? Knowing that she had solved such a big problem for her, she couldn’t possibly show no gratitude, right?
Sang Wan and Liu Ya returned home, the village folks who had come to visit had already left, and Shi Fengju was speaking with Sang Hong and Mrs. Fang. Seeing Sang Wan return, Shi Fengju smiled at her, "Why did it take so long? I was about to ask your sister-in-law to call you!"
Sang Wan sat down beside him with a smile and said, "Auntie is ill, she talked quite a bit."
"Hmph, that’s also because it’s you!" Mrs. Fang, never sparing with her words, casually asked, "How is it? Nothing serious, right?"
Sang Wan replied with a smile, "Her complexion looks good; a few days of rest should do it!"
Then Mrs. Fang didn’t say anything else.
By noon, Shi Fengju had some drinks and soon Sang Wan and Liu Ya helped him back to their room to rest, while Sang Xiaoquan and his sister, who had not seen their aunt for a long time, clung to her tightly. Once Sang Wan had settled Shi Fengju, she came out to play with her niece and nephew, while Shi Fengju eagerly watched her leave, sighed softly, and closed his eyes to rest.
The day went by in a blink of an eye, and not long after dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Shi Fengju finally got the opportunity to be intimate with Sang Wan, embracing her he whispered with a low laugh, "Miss Wan, do you remember? The first time we shared a bed was in your boudoir!"
His words sounded too suggestive, Sang Wan playfully scolded him, "What nonsense are you speaking! If someone hears, it sounds like—" it sounded as if she had been improper with him before her marriage!
"It’s just you and me, what’s there to fear!" Shi Fengju gently nuzzled his cheek against hers, whispering with a laugh, "Miss Wan, did you know then I really wanted to hold you close and cherish you, but you were so cold to me!" Shi Fengju couldn’t help but feel a bit aggrieved pondering over this, as if seeking to reclaim something lost, his hands started to wander a bit freely.