After Giving Way To My Husband’s Sweetheart

Sima Zhengren was not a gentle man. In the past, Luo Shi and him were not close to each other. Luo Shi did not expect that her husband would come here to stay overnight. She was so asleep that she did not know when he came.

Luo Shi was in a daze on the bed. Her personal maid, Nanny Xu, came in to help her get up. Luo Shi asked, "When did the general come over last night?"

While making the bed, Nanny Xu replied: "The general came over after dark last night. Didn't Madam not know?"

"Perhaps I slept too deeply." Luo raised his hair and got down to the ground, then asked: "What did he say when he came over last night?"

Mother Xu shook her head and said: "After the girls helped the general wash up, he went into the inner room and didn't say anything. I thought..."

Xiaobei was newly married, and the husband and wife had two points for so long. Sima Zhengren flew back to Luo's. The servants thought that the two would definitely be warm last night.

 Mother Xu glanced at Luo Shi's face and said no more.

Sima Cheng glanced at his father who was completely unaware, and then at his mother who was sulking. He shook his head helplessly.

Luo Shi said: "Your father won't come over to eat. Let's just eat what's ours."

 Once a woman can no longer accept her husband psychologically, she will also be extremely repelled physically.

This breakfast was only enjoyed by the ignorant Sima Zhengren, but neither Luo Shi nor Sima Cheng enjoyed it well.

The mother and son entered the house, and the servants brought hot breakfast. Luo laid out the dishes for his son with his own hands and advised: "My mother made these for my son. The city boy should eat more."

After listening to Luo Shi's instructions, Nanny Xu agreed calmly. She glanced at the master with a displeased expression on her face, and then said what Luo Shi liked to hear: "The Fourth Young Master will come to have breakfast with Madam soon. Madam, look, I am Do you want to make more food in the small kitchen?"

Sima Cheng politely thanked his mother and then took up the chopsticks to eat.

Sima Zhengren could only see that his wife was attentive to his son, but he could not see that his wife was dissatisfied with him. After he sat down with a sword and a golden horse, he began to feast on the food.

“This shrimp dumpling is really good. It still tastes the same as before. I like it.” Sima Zhengren took one shrimp dumpling in one mouthful and took down it with two or three chopsticks. Most of the shrimp dumplings that Luo made for his son were gone.

Sima Cheng could see his mother's displeasure. He raised his hand and gave the few shrimp dumplings left on the plate to his father: "If father doesn't like sweets, just eat more of these."

As soon as Luo finished speaking, Sima Zhengren strode into the room. He was tall, dressed in black and elegant clothes, and his bronze face was still covered with hot sweat from just practicing martial arts.

She was able to come back only because she was forced by Sima Zhengren. If he hadn't cruelly used his daughter to force her, she would have decided to stay in the family temple for the rest of her life. The scars Sima Zhengren brought to Luo's heart were too deep. It's not something that can be easily healed.

Luo Shi couldn't bear it anymore. She raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at her husband, and said calmly: "I made this for my son."

Sima Zhengren only focused on eating, and he really didn't notice his wife's thoughts. After finishing the shrimp dumplings, he picked up the cheese, smacked his mouth and said, "This cheese is too sweet. Let's put less honey in it from now on." Don’t you know, I don’t like sweets.”

Sima Cheng nodded, holding Luo's hand and walking to the main room, while consoling his mother: "Mom has just come back, it's important to rest for a few days. The child is greedy, so he is not in a hurry for this moment."

After finishing the meal, Sima Cheng followed his father out of the yard. When he got outside, Sima Cheng asked his father, "Father, can you tell that my mother is not very happy this morning?"

Sima Zhengren smiled and touched his son's head, then strode into the bathroom. After hearing a soft splash of water inside, he came out wearing his middle coat and went straight to the dining table.

However, Luo didn't even look at her husband. She just put vegetables on her son's plate: "This shrimp dumpling is your favorite. Eat it while it's hot. And this taro cheese. You are growing in weight. Eat more." Some dairy is good.”

 One hundred and eighty-five. Two hundred and twenty-eight. Two-six. Forty-two

Sima Cheng is more like his mother's family. He is smart, studious, and extremely talented in reading. However, as the son of the Sima family, he has to take the path of martial arts. Thinking of this, Luo Shi felt even more confused.

Sima Cheng was about to pick up the chopsticks when he asked again: "Is father going to practice martial arts? Let's wait for him to come back and use it together."

 Her son's temperament followed hers and he was very careful and gentle. Luo Shi was comforted in her heart and the smile on her face became even stronger.

Most women from scholarly families are well-behaved. Luo thought that what he said was very straightforward, but Sima Zhengren still didn't react. He buried his head in eating and replied: "Then you will make two portions from now on. Cheng You can put more honey in my son’s portion and less in my portion.”

Luo Shi's expression gradually darkened.

After listening to his father's words, Sima Cheng still had an innocent smile on his face and said, "My child knows it. From now on, I will still practice martial arts early in the morning and study in the second half of the day."

Luo Shi saw what Mammy meant, and ordered with a cold face: "From now on, as soon as it gets dark, lock the door to the courtyard. I just came back and am tired, so I have to rest early every day."

Luo Shi looked at his son and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I tasted my mother's cooking. Are you greedy?"

When he saw his son, a smile appeared on his tense face. He raised his hand and touched his son's head and said, "Your mother has just returned these days. Please stay with her for a few more days. In two days, you have to get up early and talk to her." Let’s practice martial arts together with my father.”

 As a mother, the love for her children is never enough. Luo Shi did it herself, busy in the small kitchen for a long time, and made food for her son with her own hands.

Sima Cheng was only seven or eight years old, still a half-grown child. After he had packed up, he went to his mother's yard. Seeing that there was no one in the house, he ran to the small kitchen. When he saw his mother, he said coquettishly: "I saw my mother." Since you're not in the house, I can guess that you must have come to the kitchen to cook something for me."

Seeing that his son was filial, Sima Zhengren stopped talking, raised his eyes and smiled brightly at his son. He raised his hand and took a piece of cheese for his son: "Your mother worked hard to make it, and my son wants to eat more."

Luo Shi put down the jade chopsticks in his hand without hesitation, and with a dull face, he glanced at Sima Zhengren who was engrossed in eating.

 The Sima family started out by force, so they paid more attention to their sons. Not to mention that Sima Zhengren was indifferent to his daughters, but he was extremely concerned about the eldest son born from the Luo family.

Hearing her grandma mention her son, Luo's expression finally calmed down. She smiled and replied, "This child loves the shrimp dumplings and taro cheese I make the most. I cook them for him myself." As she said that, Luo She put on her clothes and took her grandma to the small kitchen.

When Luo Shi saw him, his brows tightened, and Sima Cheng stood up to meet his father, and happily took the sword from his hand: "Father, go and wash up quickly, mother and I are waiting for you to have breakfast together. "

Sima Zhengren was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Why is your mother unhappy?"

Sima Cheng said helplessly: "Mother has always been unhappy, can't father see it?"

"Children, don't talk nonsense." Sima Zhengren touched his son's head and said nonchalantly: "My father brought your mother back. Now she is still the first lady. She is an official for her father, and her husband is noble." Wife Rong, you are smart and sensible, how can your mother be unhappy? You are overthinking."

Sima Cheng looked at his father, shook his head helplessly, and murmured: "My mother has a delicate mind, but my father's heart is rough. How to repair the relationship with my mother, my father should think about it for himself."