Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

"Muzhi, can you please leave Rongrong alone for now? At least give her half a year to find the direction of her life." Yan Xin said.

Zhou Muzhi's face turned slightly red, but it was not obvious under the light of the box.

He defended: "How could I bother?"

"I know, you are just a very simple person." Yan Xin said.

A simple person may not have bad intentions. But often doing bad things without realizing it is very troublesome.

Zhou Muzhi's mouth twitched slightly: "Are you scolding me?"

Zhou Junwang couldn't help laughing.

Yan Xin: "I'm not swearing. I'm really asking you. You can't understand the situation of a widowed woman. After all, you will never fall into such a difficult situation..."

During the most difficult years for the Zhou family, Zhou Junwang protected his younger brother and allowed him to live a good life.

Then Zhou Junwang took charge of the Qinggang, and Zhou Muzhi ate and waited for death, which was a smooth song.

"...You seem to be naughty and playful, but if you poke someone else's wall with your hand, her sandcastle will be knocked down." Yan Xin said, "Her life will be in a mess again."

Zhou Muzhi no longer laughed or was angry.

He listened to these words quietly and felt an inexplicable sadness.

Maybe it was Yan Xin's tone of voice or her expression that made Zhou Muzhi feel that her words were very sad.

——Yan Xin's situation is obviously very good, but her dead husband is only a husband in name only, not the support of her life.

Why was she so sad when she said this?

Zhou Junwang also looked at her steadily.

"Okay." Zhou Muzhi nodded cautiously, "Young miracle doctor, I won't be going to Lixuan Dance Hall these days."

He seemed worried, "You can tell her that I am willing to be her friend. If she has any difficulties, let her come to me. I will help if I can."

Yan Xin smiled slightly: "Thank you Mu Zhi, I will tell her."

Zhou Muzhi nodded.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the main show started, and Yan Xin was fascinated by the hearty show.

Zhou Junwang sat on the Taishi chair next to him, listening to the opera and occasionally looking at her; Zhou Muzhi sat at the far side, quietly and silent.

After the show, Yan Xin went home first without letting the Zhou brothers see her off.

Zhou Muzhi took his elder brother's car.

"Have you fallen in love with that little widow?" Zhou Jun looked up and asked him.

Zhou Muzhi: "...No."

"Tell me the truth!"

"Really not," Zhou Muzhi said, "Just look at her pity."

"In this world, is there still a shortage of poor people?" Zhou Junwang sneered.

Zhou Muzhi: "..."

"If Abba knew, she would die." Zhou Junwang said.

Zhou Muzhi was startled: "No."

"The singers I used to admire and the singers I took care of later all died inexplicably." Zhou Junwang sighed.

Zhou Muzhi was horrified: "Why is it so baffling?"

Zhou Junwang: "Don't be naive, Mu Zhi!"

"I know that my father has warned us not to hang out with the women in Fengyuechang. But there is no need to kill people." Zhou Mu said.

The gang members also look down on the romantic girl.

Zhou Longtou believed that he had escaped from the lower class. He shares equal power with the military and government, has a high-minded attitude, and is quite restrained on his two sons.

"...Abba may already know that you often go to Lixuan Song and Dance Hall." Zhou Junwang added.

Zhou Muzhi was startled again.

He had never thought about this, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The brothers returned home in silence.

Yan Xin's car returned to Songxiangyuan, and she hurriedly told Bai Shuang: "Go and call Lang Feijie over."

Bai Shuang said yes.

Lang Feijie came in quickly.

"...You go to Qingyang for me and tell the young marshal something. You must tell him in front of him, and you must tell him personally. No one can relay it to you." Yan Xin said.

Lang Feijie said yes.

Yan Xin told Lang Feijie what Zhou Junwang told her.

"Bai Shuang, go to the young marshal's villa and find the maid Peilan. I know the frontline battlefield cannot be easily approached, but the young marshal's people must have a way to find him at any time. There is a guide or something." Yan Xin said .

Bai Shuang said yes again.

In the early morning, Lang Feijie set out for Qingyang with the directions given to him by Peilan and the news about Yan Xin.

Yan Xin didn't sleep for a long time, she was lost in thought, still thinking about the Guo family.

The Guo family was very annoying. They kept this matter a secret for so long, making Yan Xin think about it all the time.

Early the next morning, she went to the Governor's Mansion again and told her wife Zhou Junwang's words truthfully.

Madam will discuss it with the Overseer.

When I came back from the Governor's Mansion that day, I met Fu Rong at the door. She was carrying a few snacks and cooked food and was about to come to the Songxiang Courtyard.

"It's a day off today," Fu Rong said. "The braised goose across from the song and dance hall is delicious. My master and Shengqiu both like it. I queued for two hours to buy it for Sister-in-law Xi to try."

Yan Xin: "Your name is Master Sun Guanshi, which is the name of the Qing Gang. Are you considered a member of the Qing Gang?"

Fu Rong smiled shyly: "Yes."

Yan Xin: "Very good."

"Sister-in-law Xi, in fact, my master, like you, is the incense master under Hall Master Cheng." Fu Rong said.

Yan Xin smiled.

Mrs. Cheng cooked a few dishes and served the braised goose while Yan Xin and Fu Rong ate.

"...Do you still go to the song and dance hall on Tuesday?" Yan Xin asked her.

Fu Rong: "I go there often. I'm here every day these days. Those singers and dancers like him very much, and he rewards them generously every time."

"Do you know what he is going to do?" Yan Xin asked again.

Fu Rong was stunned by her question: "He doesn't have a serious job. Doesn't he just spend his days listening to operas and dancing?"

Yan Xin smiled.

She told Fu Rong: "He came to see you."

Fu Rong: "Look at me?"

He reacted quickly, opened his lips slightly, and didn't close his jaw for a long time.

"I told him not to disturb you and not to go there again during this period. I don't know if he is obedient or not," Yan Xin said again.

It took Fu Rong a long time to come back to her senses and said, "He did not go last night. I don't know about it because I don't go to work tonight."

"If his behavior goes too far, if you don't tell Manager Sun, you can come and tell me," Yan Xin said.

Fu Rong thanked her.

The braised goose she queued up to buy was delicious. The goose meat was delicious and tender; the foie gras was salty and smooth. Several people in Songxiangyuan ate it together and they all liked it.

Mrs. Cheng is good at cooking. When talking about this braised goose, she said: "I can't make it. It's not just about good base ingredients, but also good skills."

Fu Rong: "My master said that this is a craft from the south. The owner of the braised goose is from Guangcheng."

"If someone opens the door to do business, they will definitely not tell me the secret recipe." Mrs. Cheng felt quite regretful.

Yan Xin smiled and said: "You don't need to learn everything, just eat some."

Several people discussed braised goose and had a very happy meal.

After the meal, Yan Xin and Fu Rong sat on the sofa drinking tea and chatting.

She asked Fu Rong: "How is the situation over there? Who is taking care of the yard now?"

"My master gave me a caring mother, and she was very helpful. My mother gave me one person, and I returned it; the other one was the one who took care of me before, and she was very dedicated. I was small there and had nothing to do. Two people That's enough." Fu Rong said.

Yan Xin felt relieved.

Fu Rong went back after dinner, and Yan Xin was about to wash up, but there was a sudden knock on the corner door.

Everyone was stunned.

Bai Shuang immediately went to open the door.