My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

When the mother-in-law suffers, the daughter-in-law should suffer with her!

It's just like the eldest daughter-in-law Wang Zhirou, who hasn't even had a good time.

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The aunts hadn't played a role yet, and she even saw that some of them were obviously trying to turn against her and curry favor with Song Qingcheng...

Seeing this, the eldest lady Wang Zhirou, who was sitting on the other side, felt very upset.

She gritted her teeth secretly, wondering if these old hags knew why she had gone to so much trouble to bring them to the capital.

If she wasn't useful, I would think she was just idle and didn't even consider whether I was worthy of her! ! !

Wang Zhirou was furious in her heart, but she did imitate Song Qingcheng in her facial expression, managing her facial expressions very well, with smiling eyes and a raised corner of her mouth.

She looked dignified and virtuous, just like a young lady should be. No one could see any problem with her...

joke!

After all, they are all daughters-in-law of Duke Pei, and she cannot be compared to Song Qingcheng.

It would be a shame to be compared with others!

Her family is made up of civil officials, well-educated and well-mannered, unlike Song Qingcheng, whose family is made up of rude military generals. How could a military general know what etiquette is!

snort!

Wang Zhirou snorted coldly in her heart.

Song Qingcheng is far inferior to him in terms of etiquette.

This group of ignorant old hags don't know anything and can only look at things on the surface!

Wang Zhirou looked down on these aunts from the bottom of her heart. If it were in the past, these elders from her hometown and ancestors would not even be worthy of carrying her shoes.

Not to mention sitting at the same table with hope now.

It really proves the saying that a phoenix in trouble is no better than a chicken...

Wang Zhirou watched Song Qingcheng talk to the aunts with ease, and felt that every topic Song Sicheng found was very good.

It’s not particularly difficult to understand, and it looks quite good!

These people who came here really felt like they were the mistresses of a noble family...

Vanity is greatly satisfied.

Don’t you think it’s difficult to be the wife or young mistress of a noble family?

It's just that I have bad luck. I was not born into a good family.

Otherwise, she would be the one sitting in the main seat today.

Creation tricks people!

It’s simply a twist of fate!

Even if the sourness in my heart keeps bubbling up, it can't solve the problem of my origin.

But as the opera says, why do you think that ten years of hard study can equal someone's birth into a famous family?

Song Qingcheng glanced at Wang Zhirou, who was obviously forcing a smile, and shook her head, feeling a little regretful!

Wang Zhirou came from a good family and was well-educated since childhood.

Although this person is shrewd, he is not as petty as he is now!

In the previous life, Song Qingcheng was in charge of Zhongde, and Wang Zhirou assisted her.

The two of them cooperated quite well. Wang Zhirou in her previous life could see from afar that she was energetic and high-spirited!

In this life, I have become a despicable person.

Song Qingcheng didn't feel sorry for her, she just felt sorry for her.

Wang Zhirou's talents have not been fully utilized in this life. I wonder what the pity is.

In her previous life, Wang Zhirou was able to do mental arithmetic on her own. Once she looked at the account book, she could understand it immediately.

This superb mental arithmetic ability is such a great advantage when applied to doing business.

When others were still unclear about costs and profits, Wang Zhirou already had the answers. When it comes to business, there is no such thing as not making money.

But now Wang Zhirou's path has become completely narrow. For some reason, she was regarded as an imaginary enemy.

Neither of them has ever known the enemy.

Song Qingcheng sighed in her heart.

Just as Song Qingcheng said, Wang Zhirou completely regarded Song Qingcheng as an imaginary enemy.

He was very dissatisfied with Song Qingcheng and thought that the current situation was entirely Song Qingcheng's fault.

As long as Song Qingcheng is driven away and her concubine sister takes the position, Pei Huaizhi will not care about the affairs of the harem!

Isn't it she who has the final say in this huge Pei Mansion?

Just this yard is priceless... and there is an unknown amount of money that belongs to her, Heng Ge'er and the baby in her belly!!!

Wang Zhirou was naturally very unhappy watching everything in front of her!

They were just fine just now, and were going to teach Song Qingcheng a lesson by taking advantage of their seniority, but now, when she looked over, everyone started to flatter Song Qingcheng.

She was so angry, none of them were reliable.

Perhaps the baby in the belly felt the mother's emotions, and the fetal movements were very violent at this time.

Wang Zhirou groaned in pain.

Seeing Wang Zhirou looking uncomfortable, he asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong? You're not feeling well. Do you want to ask the doctor to come!!!"

Wang Zhirou broke out in a sweat from the pain, but luckily it passed after a while. When she looked up, she saw Song Qingcheng looking at her with a worried look on her face.

She snorted in her heart, thinking that he was just pretending to be sympathetic and putting on an act in front of these aunts to gain a good reputation!

Song Qingcheng is really not as worried as Wang Zhirou. She is genuinely worried. It's not that she has a good relationship with Wang Zhirou, but actually she is worried that something bad might happen to Wang Zhirou with her, which she finds troublesome!

The aunt who pretended to cough took a look and said as if it was normal, "How can a pregnant woman be so delicate? It's the one in her belly that's making trouble. It's nothing. Don't make a fuss."

Song Qingcheng looked at Wang Zhirou, and sure enough, her complexion looked much better than before.

It looked like it was indeed fetal movement. Song Qingcheng had given birth to two children in her previous life. Since she was sure it was fetal movement, she wasn't worried anymore.

"Sister-in-law, you should just lie down at home when you are fine. You are not feeling well now, so make sure you don't disturb the fetus!!!"

Wang Zhirou laughed dryly twice, "Thank you for your concern, my stomach is very solid! It's not a problem! "

The aunt looked like an experienced person, "Look at the pointy belly of my nephew's wife, it's probably another boy. My nephew's wife is really capable!"

Hearing this, the eldest young lady Wang Zhirou was full of pride, "How can I be so blessed? How did this aunt see that???"'

Speaking of this topic, the aunt patted her thigh and said, "My niece, you asked the right person. I gave birth to twelve boys. When they were pregnant, they all had a pointed belly like yours!"

"Since her second aunt said so, then this matter is really settled!"

Another aunt followed suit.

Hearing this, Wang Zhirou's eyes almost disappeared with laughter. In a noble family, giving birth to a son means an extra inheritance and a support. Even though Wang Zhirou already has a son named Heng, she still hopes that the one in her belly is still a little master.

This made her feel proud and her back straightened a little.

She touched her belly and looked calm, "What sister, brother, what? As long as I'm safe, that's more important than anything else!!!"