Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin bought some snacks to see Zhang Nanshu.

Zhang Nanshu has had another English teacher these days and is having a hard time studying.

"...Why did the person change? Where was Mr. Feng last time?" Yan Xin asked her.

Zhang Nanshu: "Don't mention him, it's so disgusting! I gave him eight silver dollars per class, which is enough to catch up with his two months' salary in a missionary school.

As a result, if the class is not taught well, some evil practices will occur. He secretly wrote love poems and pretended to throw them under the sofa; he also pretended to accidentally touch my hand. "

Yan Xin: "..."

"I thought he was pretty good before, and he was very good at teaching. I've had several English teachers, but he just couldn't learn well. He taught well, but I didn't expect him to be like this again." Zhang Nanshu sighed.

Yan Xin said: "You might as well go to a girls' middle school. Not only the teachers teach, but also the classmates. There is one in Yicheng called Lan Xin Middle School."

Lanxin Girls' High School was established the year before last and is not yet well-known. In another ten years, it became the most famous girls' middle school in Yicheng.

The tuition is not expensive, but the exams are difficult. Not only do students need to have good grades in cultural classes and have a good appearance, they also need to have a clean family background.

Yan Xin still remembers that one year the newspaper specifically criticized the "good appearance" in the admission requirements of Lan Xin Middle School, saying that they had bad intentions.

In fact, the "correctness" required by the school means that students cannot have obvious physical disabilities, because normal school teaching will not pay attention to students with special needs.

Of course, later Lanxin Middle School hired a sharper editor and scolded the newspaper until it was about to close down, thus further enhancing the middle school's reputation.

Most families are proud that their girls have entered Lanxin Middle School.

"...I don't miss church school." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "Lan Xin Middle School is not a church school. It is run by the church. It is a normal school and does not preach."

Zhang Nanshu: "Really?"

"You can ask Mom to take you to visit." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "Are you going to read it?"

Yan Xin was horrified: "How old am I and still..."

Zhang Nanshu immediately looked at her: "How old are you? Aren't you just nineteen?"

Yan Xin: "..."

She didn't have a good birthday or the Mid-Autumn Festival this year because she was busy with the heavy rain and had no time for most of the month.

A few days ago, Jing Yuanzhao gave her a supplementary birthday gift: a small cultivated acacia tree.

He said that the flowers of Albizia julibrissin are like silk, the leaves are like feathers, and the leaves are twined with joy. It is really a kind of sentimental tree.

Albizia julibrissin trees are easy to grow and have a pleasant fragrance. Every household has one or two in their courtyard.

He suddenly gave it to Yan Xin. Yan Xin felt warm and said she hoped it would bloom next year.

"...pretending to be mature all day long is asking for trouble." Zhang Nanshu said of her.

Yan Xin smiled: "Part of my troubles are indeed self-inflicted."

"Seeing how straightforward you are in admitting your mistake, let's go to the theater tonight. You finish this homework with me first. I'm almost exhausted." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin sorted out her homework for her.

Zhang Nanshu wanted to translate an article, but [-]% of the words and sentences did not make sense.

Yan Xin said to her: "You have been studying for a long time, and you are still struggling so much?"

"It's hard to learn foreign stuff." Zhang Nanshu also sighed, "Anyone like you can just learn whatever you want!"

Yan Xin did not learn it casually.

Sheng Rouzhen taught her for several months; she hired a tutor and taught her for two years before she could read, in order to read English medical journals.

Thinking of this, Yan Xin's heart felt a little stuffy.

She had already decided to draw a clear line with Sheng Rouzhen, and now she felt a pang in her heart when she heard this.

"...How about you do it for me?" Zhang Nanshu said, "I have to come back tonight to make up for my arithmetic homework, and Mr. tomorrow will check it."

Yan Xin: "If you study Ximen, which subject is easy?"

"Chinese and piano are easy, and arithmetic is just doable. English alone is hard for me," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin smiled.

She did not help Zhang Nanshu do it, but sorted out the article for her and taught her some skills. After finishing the article, she helped her with her arithmetic homework.

"How about you teach me?" Zhang Nanshu said, "I'll pay you for tutoring."

Yan Xin: "I can teach myself well, but I can't teach others. You should first consider going to a girls' middle school, then choose an excellent tutor, and then consider me."

Zhang Nanshu: "Besides, let's go have a good time first."

Yan Xin said well.

The two chose a good theater, listened to the babble on the stage, ate the good refreshments provided by the theater, and talked while listening to the play.

Zhang Nanshu told Yan Xin: "A few days ago, my wife took Sheng Rouzhen to have dinner with the eldest son of the Qing Gang."

Yan Xin was slightly startled after hearing this: "...Eating is normal."

"Silly words. That's the governor's wife. You don't know how precious her time is. This meal is very interesting," Zhang Nanshu said.

He added, "There have been too many things going on recently, and I can't figure out why."

Yan Xin: "Stop guessing."

I got home very late that day.

Back home, Yan Xin sat alone. She related what Zhang Nanshu told her to her guess, and felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Rebirth not only has rewards, but also costs.

The warmth once felt was gone.

Yan Xinku sat for half the night.

Cheng Sanniang's new song and dance hall is called Lixuan Song and Dance Hall. It is innovative and innovative. On the opening day, many celebrities from Yicheng's upper class were invited to show their support.

Yan Xin was one of the shareholders behind it, but she didn't want to do this, so she didn't go to join in the fun that day.

Zhang Nanshu, Sheng Rouzhen, Zhou Junwang and others all went.

The next day, the singer Sheng Qiu of Lixuan Song and Dance Hall became famous, with countless admirers, and everyone was obsessed with her. Her voice has a sweet and melancholy sound, which embellishes the prosperity of the depressed world.

And because she was round and round, she was loved by men, women and children. The newspaper praised her for her "sweet voice and elegant appearance", and everyone loved her.

Before she became famous, several stewards at Cheng Sanniang's dance hall had objections, saying that Shengqiu was not pretty enough.

In this industry, it's hard to be successful without being gorgeous.

But she never expected that Shengqiu would become a hit overnight, almost crushing the singers and dancers promoted by other dance halls, and everyone would talk about it.

The stewards were sincerely convinced.

Cheng Sanniang also trusted and valued Yan Xin more and more.

Fu Rong, the fifth young mistress of Jiang Mansion, has officially become a little dancer in Lixuan Dance Hall. She performs with heavy makeup, but no one has recognized her yet.

However, Cheng Sanniang told Yan Xin that Fu Rong was trying her best to curry favor with her supervisor, Sun Yinglan, and planned to be her deputy.

Sun Yinglan also gave her a chance to help arrange things.

"You are a sister-in-law who is attentive and honest. Yinglan likes her very much. It depends on her fortune." Cheng Sanniang said, "You don't know how difficult it is to find a female subordinate who can read and is willing to do things."

Yan Xin and Cheng Sanniang had the same reaction when they first heard about this, they were surprised.

It was only at this moment that she felt that she had underestimated Fu Rong.

Fu Rong was desperate, but she didn't let herself fall as Yan Xin feared. She was pulling on a life-saving rope, trying her best to climb up, even if her hands were bleeding from the rope.

This is Fu Rong's own transformation, which requires hardship and torture.

No one else can do it for her.