Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Hearing these words, Cheng Wujiu's trembling body suddenly stopped, her eyes suddenly calmed down, she looked at Cheng Wuyou:
"Cousin Wuyou, why are you paying attention to these things? Don't you keep your ears on the outside world and focus on scientific research?"

Seeing Cheng Wujiu with a face full of sarcasm, Cheng Wuyou, who has always been honest and dull, just showed an inscrutable smile, "If the second uncle can be quiet, don't discredit the family, and don't give me a bad name." Dad added so much to his workload...I thought, I'll just read the sages."

This was a slap in the face, Cheng Wuyou only felt that this inconspicuous cousin was extremely disgusting, her face turned red immediately, but she just stared and couldn't speak.

Indeed, in the previous generation, only the eldest son was the most promising, and their second wife also depended entirely on this uncle for their livelihood.

Knowing this, Cheng Wuyou laughed at her so confidently!

Thinking of what his mother said in front of him, Cheng Wujiu didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and roared as if authentic:

"Stop pretending to be a good person in front of me! Do you still think you are a sweet potato?! Jiang Sheng, the young master of the Jiang family who is engaged to you, spends his days and nights with countless women, but he just doesn't want to fulfill his engagement and marry you as soon as possible! Cheng Wuyou, you have the face to teach me here, why don't you marry yourself as soon as possible!"

"Whether I am a sweet potato or not has nothing to do with you being a stupid and unaware person. Please face the reality squarely and stop playing such useless tricks."

Hearing these words came from his second aunt, Cheng Wuyou already knew how dissatisfied Su Minjun was with him, so he just raised his eyebrows:
"You haven't finished reading, and now you start worrying about other people's marriages. Could it be that you want to get married?"

Cheng Wujiu was inevitably furious when she told her all about her thoughts, she knew she couldn't speak up to this cousin, so she simply turned cold and hard, turned around and left.

Seeing her furious but helpless back, the high spirits on Cheng Wuyou's face disappeared in an instant, and she returned to her usual dull, strict and cautious appearance.

Mu Wan'an stayed in Cheng's house for a while, and wanted to report to Song Bingjue a few times, but she was stymied by the ubiquitous servants in this huge manor and failed to do so.

After adjusting to the jet lag, Mu Wan'an was led by the interested old man to a small building behind his residence.

This small bungalow seems to have some history. Song Miao looked at the wall covered with ivy, which seemed to be uninhabited for a long time. The windows on the upper floor were open, and the balcony outside the window was placed. A few pots of lily of the valley, the white buds are particularly conspicuous on this gray building.

At this moment, only the two of them were standing here. Old Master Cheng looked up at the villa he hadn't set foot in for a long time, and after a moment of silence, he spoke:
"This is your mother Cheng Wen's residence."

"Your mother was different from other children when she was a child."

While pushing open the door, Mr. Cheng gradually recalled the events of Cheng Wen's childhood. He walked in and saw the furniture and objects that had never been moved, as if his little daughter was just going out to play and would come home soon. The eye sockets are gradually moist:

"Lixin and Lixing both lived in the house honestly until they got married and then moved out to live alone. She told me when she was 15 years old that she wanted to be independent. She took a fancy to this small house at a glance. It took me many days before I promised her."

Listening to all this in silence, Mu Wan'an didn't know how to respond. She looked at the well-maintained house, the old-fashioned remote control on the table, the fresh fruit on the table, and The sofa is full of cute pillows with a girlish heart... Such a strong breath of life, it's almost like being inhabited.

"I'm getting old, I don't know when I will leave, but with Lixin here, he has been taking care of Wenwen since he was the eldest brother... Now that you are back, he will take good care of you."

Thinking of the information about the Cheng family that he had heard from his servants in the past few days, Mu Wan'an felt even more puzzled. Cheng Wen was born to Mr. Cheng and his later married wife, and as the first spouse, Cheng Lixin would be the daughter of his stepmother sincere?

As if aware of her disapproval, Mr. Cheng said kindly:
"I used to have this kind of prejudice too, but if he was putting on a show, then the show that has been going on for more than ten years is already true."

Is that right?

Although I don't know exactly what kind of mood Cheng Lixin has in looking at herself and... mother, but Mr. Cheng has already said so, so she naturally won't find it boring to refute or question.

Seeing her expression of staying out of the way from the beginning to the end, Mr. Cheng sighed in his heart. It is not a day's cold to be frozen three feet, and it is not realistic for him to want her to integrate into the Cheng family so soon.

Taking her to Cheng Wen's bedroom on the second floor, Mu Wan'an picked up the photo frame on the desk and looked at the girl who was looking at the camera with a smile. It was unimaginable that such a young and lively girl was born I lost myself and my brother.

"Wenwen..."

Looking at Mu Wan'an, who was full of charm with Cheng Wen, Mr. Cheng was filled with emotions for a moment. He sighed and just stood at the door:
"You can take a look here."

Mu Wan'an was the only one left in this window-facing bedroom.

She took the photo frame and sat down on the bed. She stroked the soft sheets under her hands, and looked at the house that still had traces of the owner's life, feeling a sense of loss welling up in her heart.

It turned out that this was her mother.

She caressed the desk and the edge of the bed one by one, every place seemed to carry the residual warmth of the old days... She finally stood still in front of the desk.

Just like this carefully placed villa, the desk is messy yet orderly. Mu Wan'an looked down. Most of the gadgets that girls like are placed on it. The most eye-catching thing is that a book is spread out. diary.

Picking it up and looking at it, most of the records on it are girls' thoughts. Those stories that were originally told by others have become vivid with the support of this diary.

"...May 5th, overcast, the weather in London was as gloomy as ever. Looking at the sky that seems to be covered with dust, I even feel bad. I want to continue to learn painting in Teacher Lily's studio, but My elder brother forbids me to go. I asked him why, but he refused to tell me. Well, I think I will gradually become like other 'ladies', contrived and annoying..."

"...May 5th, light rain. Today's experience was really bad! When I went home, a locomotive passed me and splashed water all over me. I finally went home and changed my clothes, and went to find Brother, I wanted to talk to him about Lily’s studio, but somehow, like eating gunpowder, he even said that my personality has become wild now, which is really speechless! Maybe a man under pressure is like this. "

"...June 6st, sunny, today's Children's Day, I received a bouquet of roses from an unexpected person. I don't know why, if someone sent me this kind of flowers before, I would be angry--the flower sender People don't know me at all! Or maybe it's because it's a bouquet of white roses? I'm at a loss."

"...On June 6th, it was cloudy and sunny. My elder brother found what I had hidden. He was very angry and accused me of not being distracted by other things so that I could concentrate on my studies. He said that he would rather I became the same woman around me who only knew shopping, and don't see me hiding it like this for a man who has nothing. Isn't falling in love a private thing?"

"...July 7, rain. Dad already knew of his existence. I thought he would support me, but he actually stopped me from continuing to communicate with Shen. I asked my elder brother to help me say something nice in front of my father. , but he sneered at me. I... I'm very sad, I don't want to give up Shen, but I don't want to lose my loved ones either. "

"...On July 7th, something happened. I think I have to leave here. I can't bear my father. He is old, but, but I don't think I can stay at home anymore. It's really terrible——Shen Let me go with him, but where can we go?"

The diary only came to an abrupt end on July 7th. The handwriting of the last diary lost its previous neatness and elegance, but was rather scribbled. It seemed that it was written in a hurry. Mu Wan'an couldn't help but frowned. In three months, from hesitation to leaving home in a hurry, what happened?
"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

There was a knock on the door behind her, and Mu Wan'an put down the diary in shock. She looked behind her, but it wasn't Mr. Cheng who came, but her uncle—Cheng Lixin.

Even though the visitor was nearly fifty years old, his figure was still comparable to that of young people. Except for the slightly loose skin, it was really hard to tell that this was a man who was nearly 50 years old.

The Cheng family has always had excellent genes. Except for Cheng Wen's face, which is only ordinary and handsome, the rest of the faces are exceptionally delicate. Needless to say, Cheng Wushuang, Mu Wan'an recalled the second uncle, third uncle, and even That annoying Cheng Wujiu is extremely beautiful.

And her uncle, Cheng Lixin, did the same.

He saw her holding the diary with a frightened look on her face, and her serious face could not help but slow down:

"The old man is getting old and weak, so he went back first. There is already dinner at the mansion, which can be regarded as a reunion meal for our family. Everyone has already come, so let's go first."

Although his tone was gentle, his words were irresistible, especially for someone like Mu Wan'an who was soft but not hard.

"Okay, I'll go right there."

After closing the diary and putting it down, Mu Wan'an walked over under Cheng Lixin's gaze. When she reached the door, she suddenly looked at him.