The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, Rong Ling sent a piece of paper to Zhong Zhaodi from the little girl next to Yang.

"This is the new name I chose for my young mistress." She ordered, "I'm busy going to school, so you can send it there for me."

Qiu Shui couldn't read, so he obediently took the note to the yard where Young Master Dongmen lived.

It was just before seven o'clock in the morning, and the young master's yard was quiet, only a few thrush larks bouncing up and down in the cage hanging on the corridor, making clear and melodious chirping calls.

Qiu Shui was waiting outside the door. She knew that the young master would get up and wash his hands at this time in the past, so it wouldn't be long.

Sure enough,? After a while, the carved and painted pear-blossom wooden door creaked open.

What came out was not the familiar young master, but an unfamiliar face.

The woman's long hair was as black as satin, her skin was white and her lips were red, and her eyes were as bright as stars in the sky.

A beautiful woman whom she had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of her, and Qiu Shui was stunned for a while before realizing that she was probably the eldest mistress.

For beauties, most people in the world have some pity and awe, Qiushui, a common man, is no exception, and immediately softened his voice a little: "Hello, young mistress, I am sending you here on Miss's order." of."

Zhong Zhaodi was taken aback for a moment, then realized who the young lady she was talking about, then raised the corners of her lips, and took the note in Qiushui's hand.

For some reason, Zhong Zhaodi felt her heart beating faster than ever, unfolding the folded white paper as if welcoming a new student.

The ink on the paper is smudged, and the three characters in the handwriting are beautiful and meaningful - Zhong Shuyi.

Zhong Zhaodi, oh no, it should be Zhong Shuyi who lowered his eyelashes at this moment, with a look of satisfaction that couldn't be concealed.

She chose this name for herself, probably because she thinks she is a bit bookish?

Thinking of this, Zhong Shuyi turned back to the house, looking for a pen and paper to copy these three characters down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the room, Zhong Shuyi first heard a low cough.

She frowned, with eagerness on her face, and hurriedly walked inside.

Rong Yuanyun was putting on his coat, when he saw her coming in, he hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, it's just an old problem of mine, didn't it bother you last night, right?"

Mentioning last night, Zhong Shuyi hurriedly shook his head.

She pointed to the bed by the window, clasped her hands together by her ears, and made a sleeping motion, indicating that she had slept well.

Last night, she slept in that bed and was not disturbed by Rong Yuanyun's coughing.

Speaking of which, Rong Yuanyun was already prepared.

His body is neither too hot nor too cold, the doctor had already ordered him to be careful even when moving the bed, it is best to avoid it if possible.

What's more, he has someone else in his heart, although he can't stay together forever, but at least physically, Rong Yuanyun can't betray his sweetheart.

So last night, both of them slept in separate beds.

This matter is not hidden from the servants, I am afraid that the eldest wife will know about it in a short time.

Sure enough, after breakfast, when the husband and wife went to visit their parents, the eldest lady still had a kind and warm smile on her face, and when Rong Yuanyun stayed alone to chat with her, she couldn't stop sighing.

Rong Yuanyun had no choice but to pretend not to hear, and lowered his head to drink tea.

This time, Rong Ling arrived at the school by car, and forgot all the messy things at home, and when he got off the car, he was such a glamorous beauty again.

It's just that the school has never allowed students to dress up too much, so Rong Ling had to go back to the dormitory first, and change into the school uniform he usually wears when studying.

Unfortunately, when I opened the dormitory door, I saw Ye Wangshu sitting on the bed reading a book.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ye Wangshu raised her head subconsciously, and when she saw Rong Ling, she hurriedly lowered her head again.

It's just that in this short second, Rong Ling still didn't miss her red eyes.

Rong Ling couldn't help but sighed, and leaned over as if nothing happened: "Wang Shu, what are you looking at?"

With that said, she sat down beside Ye Wangshu's bed, and pretended to glance at the book.

It's all because her eyes are so good, she can see the wrinkles on the paper that seem to be wet by water droplets at a glance.

Where are these water droplets, they are clearly Ye Wangshu's tears.

Even if Rong Ling wanted to pretend he didn't see it, it was too late, because with a slap, another tear fell onto the page.

She pretended to be innocent: "Is this story so touching? I didn't expect that our Wang Shu is also a tough man with tenderness. It's really eye-opening."

Ye Wangshu was originally worried, but was amused by Rong Ling's words.

Although she had Rong Yuanyun in her heart, she already knew that the possibility of the two of them was very small, but she couldn't control it and shed a few eyes. Now that someone is watching, Ye Wangshu can't feel sad.

She wiped her tears, and said angrily: "You don't care, I can watch whatever I like, who said that a tough man is not allowed to have tenderness?"

The atmosphere between the two returned to its former harmony.Coincidentally, another roommate opened the door and came back.

Seeing Rong Ling and Ye Wangshu, she was overjoyed: "Hey, both of you are here, I happen to need you both."

"What's the matter?"

Rong Ling was taking off his outer robe to change clothes, when he raised his head to ask questions, his shoulders and neck stretched like a swan.

"It's like this. The girls in the grade organized a charity event. They plan to visit the deaf-mute children in Qisheng Academy this week. All participants must register in advance. Do you plan to go?"

Such charitable activities are common in schools.

One is that most of the school is the children of dignitaries, there is no shortage of money and kindness, and the other is that doing good deeds can also gain a good reputation and accumulate contacts for the future.

"I'm going..." Before Rong Ling could speak, Ye Wangshu replied.

Of course Rong Ling had no reason to refuse: "I'll go too..."

On the day I arrived at Qisheng Academy, the weather was just right, the autumn air was crisp and the sky was bright and clear.

They were a group of more than ten people, and the teacher of the school who had prepared for it earlier warmly welcomed them.

Rong Ling's family background is good, even among these aristocratic women, she is like a star-like existence, she has long been accustomed to other people's hospitality, and looked around the academy without any scruples.

This is a school developed from a church. The building and interior decoration are all Western-style, but the children inside are all oriental.

Since they couldn't hear, they naturally didn't make a sound. They only stared at the stranger who came suddenly with their black and white eyes wide open, like small animals that had been intruded into their territory by outsiders. curious.

The teacher took the more well-behaved children and went forward to accept the money or daily necessities donated by these female students.

Unexpectedly, the child still couldn't hide his fear. When he came to Rong Ling, he tried his best to break away from the teacher's hand and ran away.

"This..." The teacher had a forced smile on his face, "Please forgive me, these children have never seen outsiders, so it is inevitable that they are afraid of strangers."

"It's okay..." Ye Wangshu reassured her, "We are the ones who disturbed you, curator, why don't you tell us about the situation of these children."

"Hey..." the old curator sighed, "These children are nothing more than two or three years old. When the adults in the family find that they are deaf and dumb, they throw them in front of my church. Good children, I can't look at them." They would starve to death, so they had to be brought back to be raised, who would have thought that the more people would know about it, the more people would throw their children away..."

"Deaf and dumb?" Rong Ling grasped the point, she thought of the bride her brother married, "Is there anyone who can't speak but can hear?"

"What this lady said is probably acquired aphasia."

"Then, can this situation be cured?"

"If it is cured, maybe it can be cured well, it depends on fate."

After listening to the curator's words, Rong Ling was thoughtful.

It seems that I have to talk to my elder brother when I go back. It is not a problem for a living person to have a mouth but can't speak. Their Rong family is not short of money. It is not difficult to find an experienced doctor. The bride's disease must be cured just do.

Before leaving, Rong Ling asked the curator for a sign language textbook.

After all, I still have a lot of time to communicate with my new sister-in-law in the future. I can't let her write all the time, it would be so slow. If I can understand sign language, it will be much more convenient.

On Sunday, Rong Ling went home to rest, and talked to her mother about asking Zhong Shuyi to see a doctor.

Mrs. Rong slapped her forehead: "Oh, I forgot about this."

She praised Rong Ling: "Sure enough, only children who are studying want to get it. It's not a waste of money to send you to this school. It would be better to bring a suitable young man for mom sometime."

"Mom..." Rong Ling interrupted her with some helplessness, "I've said it all, I went to the school to learn new knowledge, not to find you a wealthy husband."

"It's not contradictory!" Mrs. Rong disapproved, "When I was your age, I gave birth to your elder brother. What about you, you haven't written your horoscope yet, not to mention anything else, if you can be like Shuyi Be obedient, and don't go out and quarrel with those classmates all day long, so I feel relieved."

It seemed that Zhong Shuyi had captured her mother's heart not long after he got started. Rong Ling didn't take it seriously, and picked a piece of braised lion's head into Mrs. Rong's bowl: "Hurry up and eat, don't you want to play mahjong with Mrs. Zhang after eating?"

Only then did Mrs. Rong think of the business, hurriedly ate and drank two sips of soup before leaving the table: "I'll go first, the weather is fine today, if you have nothing to do, you can hang around with your sister-in-law, show her the place, and calm down your eldest lady's temper." Accept, but you must not bully others."

What Zhong Shuyi said was like a small cabbage in the field, Rong Ling was about to roll his eyes, but because Zhong Shuyi was there, he finally held back.

She looked at Zhong Shuyi: "Where do you want to go?"

Facing Rong Ling's question, Zhong Shuyi shook his head.

She has been locked up at home to work since she was a child. The daughter of a poor family is not happy to show her face, and she has not seen much in the world. Naturally, she cannot answer this kind of question.

As for Rong Ling, she has always played with her little sisters, either drinking or dancing ballroom dancing. She might scare people in such an environment, so she pondered for a moment: "Why don't you go to the movies?"

Zhong Shuyi had only heard of this kind of thing, but had never seen it before, so he nodded in agreement.