Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 162 Zhu Yu Wushuang (3)

After a while, Nan's mother calmed down, and she was not happy to see that his face was still as black as ink:

"Anyway, I've already brought Zhu Yu into the mansion as my daughter-in-law. It just so happens that you're back, and we'll have the wedding tomorrow. At that time, you can do whatever you want, and I won't care about you!"

For this son, Nan's mother has a headache.

When he is obedient, he is also very obedient, and when he is filial, he is also filial, but when he becomes stubborn, he is like an old scalper who can't be pulled back no matter what, he is very stubborn! !

"Anything my mother arranges, anyway, it's a daughter-in-law for my mother."

With a dark face, he left a word in a lukewarm manner, got up and left.

Hearing what she meant, she told everyone in Huizhou with great fanfare that Zhu Yu was already the daughter-in-law of her Nan family.

Moreover, she took Zhu Yu close to the mansion on her own initiative. If Nan Xing resisted stubbornly and sent Zhu Yu back to Zhu's house, no matter how open the folk customs of this dynasty were, like a raging flood of rumors, she would be torn apart in Taotao in the flood.

Back in the courtyard, Nan Xirou was waiting for him in his courtyard. Seeing him coming back, she didn't have a smile on her face at all, so she hurriedly and carefully apologized:

"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't intend to lie to you in the letter, but you also know my mother's temper. If I don't write it, she will find someone else to imitate my handwriting and write it to you."

"I know, I don't blame you."

Sitting on the chair, Nan Xing breathed heavily in his chest, like a ball of fire, crackling and burning.

But he still endured it, and did not vent his anger on Nan Xirou.

He was just angry at Nanmu's deception and her and Zhu Yu's stubborn thoughts.

Nan Xirou poured him a cup of tea, looked at his face, and asked carefully:
"Then you promised your mother to marry Zhu Yu?"

"accepted."

Nan Xing replied coldly.

Can he refuse?
Unless he is so selfish that even if Zhu Yu is forced to die amid terrible gossip, he can remain indifferent.

His answer was both expected and unexpected by Nan Xirou.

Sighing, Nan Xirou could only comfort him:

"Brother, Zhu Yu is actually pretty good. During the three years you were not at home, she has been taking care of your mother. She has a very gentle temper."

"I know, but is there no servant in the mansion?"

Nan Xing knew everything Zhu Yu did.

But there are some things that Zhu Yu doesn't need to do, but she does it anyway, as humble as if she is trying to survive in Nanfu.

Like pouring a chamber pot.

For example, serving Nanmu for dinner.

For example, preparing meals for Nanmu and others.

If this was a traditional ancient world, Nan Xing could still accept Zhu Yu's setting.

No way, the times dictate it.

But this world has been transformed by the emperor, and it is close to modern society. Everyone is trying to change themselves, and every girl is positive, and they are earnestly fighting for greater rights and status for themselves.

But Zhu Yu is different. She loves her future husband very much, but she is unwilling to make any changes for him.

Nan Xirou knew Nan Xing was bored, but she couldn't help it.

Who told them to rely on their mother and Nan's family to support them now:
"Brother, why don't you try to accept Zhu Yu, anyway, you are going to get married, if there is always a gap between you and me, both of you will be unhappy."

"I know."

Nan Xing could only answer these three words helplessly.

"As long as you can figure it out."

Nan Xirou patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, before saying anything else, Zhu Yu came over with a food box in his hand, seeing that Nan Xirou was also there, he saluted respectfully:

"sister."

That look, very much like the servant who saw the eldest lady.

Nan Xirou showed a complicated smile to Nan Xing in embarrassment and helplessness, and then said politely to Zhu Yu:

"Zhu Yu, you are also the master of the mansion, so you don't need to be so polite to me. You are here to find Nan Xing, so I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left, leaving the place to Zhu Yu and Nan Xing.

"This is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that my mother asked me to give to my son. My mother said that my son loves osmanthus cake the most."

Carefully opening the food box, Zhu Yu put a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the table, and then stood beside her with her hands tied in front of her stomach and her head slightly lowered.

"Sit down too."

Nan Xing's mouth twitched fiercely as she looked at her humble and cautious look, with a strange and complicated expression on her face.

"I am serving the young master, thank you for your consideration."

Zhu Yu's voice was low and soft, always filled with timidity that could not be ignored.

"Will you marry me or my mother? She will listen to what she says, but I won't listen to what I say?"

After holding back the anger for a long time, he still couldn't hold it back, and burst out, staring at her with cold eyes, and sarcasm on his lips.

But his anger, in Zhu Yu's view, came suddenly and inexplicably, but she still subconsciously thought that she must have done something wrong to offend Nan Xing.

"I'm sorry son, I know I was wrong, I will do better in the future, and I will listen to my mother and son more!"

The voice was trembling, with cowardly firmness, and the lowered head was lowered, wishing to plunge directly into the ground.

Seeing her flustered and terrified like a restless little animal, Nan Xing could only swallow her anger back forcefully.

Clenched and loosened his fists, and went back and forth several times before Nan Xing made sure that he spoke again without malice or anger:
"Forget it, go find your mother, I don't need you to serve me here."

"Yes, son, then I'll go to mother's place first."

After all, he trotted away and disappeared.

It seemed that Nan Xing would eat her up if she was slow for a second.

With a headache, he pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, Nan Xing sighed, feeling powerless.

【Xing Xing, there is no other way. The times have changed. Some people are making progress, while others are complacent. Those who took on the task of this script before failed because of this. 】

Those missionaries also tried to change Zhu Yu and Nanmu's minds, but they all failed.

Zhu Yu is still the same Zhu Yu with bound feet and backward thinking.

Nanmu is still the stubborn but domineering Nanmu.

Because of this, in the scripts completed by those taskers, even Nan Xirou's end is not very good.

Because of Nan's mother's conservative thinking, in those scripts, Nan Xirou was almost always assigned to the children of the so-called well-matched rich family.

And those children from rich families, who have not accepted the influence of the new culture, what they want is a wife who can be equal to themselves in soul.

However, under the influence of Nan's mother, Nan Xirou's thoughts are conservative and pedantic.

Therefore, because of the incompatibility with the husband-in-law, he always ended up depressed and unhappy.

Pressing the center of his eyebrows, Nan Xing gradually calmed down.

In fact, Zhu Yu and Nanmu cannot be blamed.

The idea that "women should be husbands and children" has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has long been buried in their souls. It is difficult for them to suddenly change and abandon their previous thoughts.

And in the entire Long Kingdom, not only the Nan family will encounter this kind of thing.

Heaving a long sigh again, he glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table from the corner of his eye, picked up a piece, it was soft and sweet.

Nan Xing remembered this smell.

When he left Huizhou three years ago, Zhu Yu gave him a box, saying that she made it herself.

　Have a nice weekend, (づ￣ 3￣)づ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)