Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 165 Zhu Yu Wushuang (6)

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun was setting in the west and the moon was on the branches.

Most of the people who came to celebrate were drunk.

After seeing off the last guest, Nanfu finally gradually calmed down.

Sitting on the bench, Nan Xing looked at the bleak cold moon in the night sky, no one who passed by the servants dared to disturb him.

Everyone knows that he is not in a good mood today, even though he has drunk a lot of wine right now.

"Nan Xing, you—"

Mother Nan was supported by the old servant and walked towards him.

"I'm going back to my room first."

Nan Xing, who was originally sitting in a daze, got up suddenly, without looking over, dropped five words in a tone of no warmth, and was about to leave.

"Do you really want to hate your mother for this reason?"

Finally, Mother Nan couldn't hold back, and asked this sentence with a trembling voice.

Even if she really did something wrong, she was only doing it for his own good, and just wanted to marry him whoever she thought was the most suitable.

Zhu Yu was the one she watched growing up, gentle, virtuous and reserved, and among the women she had ever met, she was the most suitable candidate for the young wife of the Nan family.

Moreover, not only Zhu Yu, but also everything that Nan Xirou and Nan Xing did from childhood to adulthood was arranged by her.

Regardless of whether the two of them felt repulsive during the process, the final result of everything was the best.

For example, Nan Xing always thinks that she is pedantic and conservative, and always wants Nan Xirou to study in the academy, and Nan Xirou herself also wants to study in the academy, but now Nan Xirou can become a woman who is very good at cooking and cooking. Isn't that enough to prove how excellent her education is?
And Nan Xing, he complained more than once that he was too strict with him, even when he went out to meet with friends, he had to send someone to report the situation at any time.

But if it weren't for her prudence and strictness, he might have done something out of line long ago and fell into the temptation of the world.

Looking at Nan Xing's back and thinking about Nan's mother for a day, she admitted that she might have done something wrong, but she still felt that she was doing everything for his own good, even if she was wrong, it was only temporarily wrong for Nan Xing.

Therefore, she still doesn't know how long Nan Xing will blame herself.

"How can mother be wrong, mother will never be wrong."

Without turning around, facing the cool night, Nan Xing's voice was more desolate and indifferent than the night.

She can never be wrong.

"you--"

Mother Nan choked, as if she was slightly angry, but she didn't let it out.

And Nan Xing's figure disappeared into the night shortly after his words fell to the ground.

The chest that had been choked for a whole day became even more uncomfortable, as if another ball of cotton had been stuffed in, Nanmu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, still feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She really didn't like it at all on this big day! !
Nan Xing came to the bridal chamber drunkenly, the candles in the house danced flickering light and shadows on the white window paper.

Did not go in, just outside the door, Nan Xing sat on the floor leaning against the door.

The indescribably heavy heart she feels at this moment is because of Nanmu's deception, Zhu Yu's own self-styledness, and Zhu's father's male chauvinism, and because of the shackles imposed on them by the times and history.

If the dynasty is still the dynasty before the reform, Nan Xing will let nature take its course, because the trend of the times.

But the emperor has reformed, times have changed, and most people are trying to change themselves, like sunflowers growing towards the sun.

But it is precisely because of this that the retreat and conservatism of the "Zhu Yu" are set off more clearly.

"Master—Master, is that you?"

Suddenly, Zhu Yu's timid voice came from the house, it was very small, but Nan Xing could hear it clearly in the silent night.

Her shadow was cast on the window paper by the candlelight, elongating and heightening a lot.

"it's me."

Still leaning against the door, Nan Xing didn't get up, nor did he intend to open the door and go in.

"Master, it's cold outside, be careful of catching cold."

Leaning against the door, Nan Xing could hear her trying to open the door, and she could also hear the sound of her sleeves rubbing against her clothes when she finally put her hands down:

"Ah."

then.

The two were speechless.

In front of Nan Xing, Zhu Yu was always very nervous, like a little sheep facing a big bad wolf, trembling and panicking.

But now, even through a carved wooden door, her nervousness and apprehension were transmitted without omission.

"I wrote you a letter, allowing you to let go."

Looking up, looking at the starless night sky, after a long time, Nan Xing spoke heavily.

He doesn't like that kind of deformed feet. What he wants is a soul mate who can accompany him to travel mountains and rivers and recite poems.

Rather than a wife willing to be abandoned by the times.

"Father said that only when women have their feet bound will they be liked by their future husband-in-law."

Behind the door, Zhu Yu grabbed the embroidered handkerchief and answered tremblingly.

Young master, I still despise her little feet.

With tears in her eyes, she was even more flustered after being restless all day.

But she also bound her feet in order to please him, enduring the pain of bending her back.

How can she make the son like her?

Even if you don't like it, just show her a little smile, and she will be very satisfied.

"But I don't like it."

The candlelight was flickering, and Zhu Yu heard the cold answer from someone outside.

Her heart seemed to freeze with the desolation of the night.

he does not like!

He really didn't like her!
The uneasiness and anxiety that had been accumulated for a whole day finally broke out at this moment. She fell to the ground, and the tears that were in her eyes fell out big and big.

She knew he didn't like it.

She was already mentally prepared.

But when I heard him utter these words, I still felt that my whole body was in pain like being torn apart.

A low sobbing sound came from the crack of the door. Nan Xing, who has always been gentle and considerate, still had a cold and indifferent face:
"You said you bound your feet to please your future husband-in-law, but I said I don't like it, so are you really doing it to please me?"

He said that he likes girls who are full of poetry and books.

He said that he did not want his future wife to have deformed feet.

He said that he wanted a future wife who was smart and confident.

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He talked a lot and she didn't do any of it.

She only listens to Father Zhu, Mother Zhu, and Mother Nan.

"From the beginning to the end, you never thought of pleasing me. You only wanted to please your parents, my mother, and the feudal customs that have passed. You only thought about how to be a daughter-in-law that my mother likes."

No matter how cold and stinging his words were, Nan Xing numbly and ruthlessly pierced through Zhu Yu's self-deception.

The voice fell to the ground, and when he got up, he suddenly pushed open the door, and looked at the teary and swollen person sitting on the ground crying in the room, his eyes were not warm at all, even darker and cooler than the night behind him:

"Zhu Yu, have you thought about how to be my Nan Xing's wife?"

He suddenly opened the door and barged in, as well as this barbed cold question, Zhu Yu couldn't react, and could only look at him with red and swollen eyes, confused and uneasy.

Kneeling down, her eyes met, Nan Xing raised her hand, pinching her not-so-smooth chin with her fingers, her cold eyes like black jade beads stared straight at Zhu Yu's foggy eyes:
"Have you thought about it?"

(End of this chapter)