Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

There are no impervious walls in the world.

The news of Yan Xin going to work as an errand at the Guanyin Company still leaked out, and the old lady of the Jing family knew about it.

She sent someone to tell Jing Feiyan.

"Don't tell your mother. If she makes a fuss, we will be at a disadvantage again," the old lady said.

After Jing Feiyan heard this, she was so smart that she stayed where she was and was stunned for a long time.

The old lady called her: "Ayan!"

Jing Feiyan's face turned stiff.

Old lady: "Don't be like your mother. Take a long-term view. Don't care too much about temporary wins and losses."

Jing Feiyan said yes.

When she returned, her face was still ugly.

The old lady sighed to her confidant: "It's too young after all, and it can't bear the trouble."

Then he said Yan Xin, "That adopted daughter is really a monster. Where did she get this calmness that has gone through many vicissitudes of life at such a young age?"

The old lady has lived for decades and has seen the world change and the years change.

She has also met many amazing and talented people.

But everyone has rules to follow. Even the most powerful man can still see the traces of time on his body, like the growth rings of a tree.

This cannot be changed or cultivated.

Yan Xin is different.

The old lady was particularly confused by her poise, which had gone through many hardships and seen all the hardships in the world.

"... Yan Xin, Ayan can't beat her. She also has the Sheng family to help her. The entire Xifu combined can't keep up with the brains of the two of them. The defeat of the Xifu is certain." The old lady said.

A confidant asked her: "Are you still helping Miss Fifth?"

"Let's see what she can do." The old lady said.

She hopes that Xifu will succeed in seizing power, treat her daughter and grandchildren better, and she will be happier in her later years.

But now, among the three daughters, two of their husbands have been shot, the other is not close enough to her, and the old lady herself doesn’t have much time left to live, so what does she want?

It was Jing Feiyan who kept fawning over her that made her willing to invest in Jing Feiyan.

Now, the old lady feels vaguely that the investment is not worth it. But after all, if you invest in it, you can't just make the first pass in vain.

"Let's take a look again," the old lady said.

Jing Feiyan returned to her yard and closed the door forcefully.

She was so angry that she burst into tears.

Her biological daughter was still like a little puppy, but when her father was teasing her, Yan Xin actually became a "human superior" and could go to the official bank and serve as an "imperial envoy".

Why Yan Xin!

She is just an adopted daughter and has no bloodline from her father; moreover, she is very unlucky, and anyone who comes into contact with her will be unlucky.

Her father obviously listened.

But why, in a short period of time, her father gave up his suspicion of her and let her work as an errand in the official bank?

She is a woman!

Yan Xin can reach such a high platform and Jing Feiyan needs to look up to her, which really catches Jing Feiyan off guard.

"No wonder Sheng Rouzhen wanted her to die. I understand now." Jing Feiyan thought.

She used to think that it was Sheng Rouzhen who couldn't tolerate others; now she realized that it was Yan Xin who was too imprudent in her actions.

The warlord has his own children, so why does Yan Xin not care about their feelings and go to the official bank in honor of her uncle and second brother?

My uncle and second brother were like stepping stones for Yan Xin.

Can Yan Xin blame others for hating her and wanting to kill her?

If she knew how to avoid suspicion, she would not be so hated.

Twenty days before and after Yan Xin left the official bank, she straightened things out and gave the governor and his wife a clear explanation of the problems, current officials, etc.

The military governor praised her: "Zhuzhu'er is still capable. If it were someone else, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to figure it out in three months."

Yan Xin: "Abba Miao likes it, I just try my best."

"Are you going to get a job? Many girls are going out to do work now." said the warlord.

Yan Xin: "Abba, you praise me, I dare not be ignorant. But now my mother wants me to help the housekeeper. I have been very tired recently and cannot take care of both ends."

He added, "I heard that if you get sick when you are young and tired, you will not be able to live long in the future."

The lady laughed: "You are too cautious."

Warlord: "Yes, I can't overwork you."

The weather suddenly cooled down and became cloudy for several days. Then it started to rain heavily and the wind picked up.

When the first snow fell this winter, Yan Xin asked people to prepare medicinal materials to prevent his wife from getting sick.

Unexpectedly, my wife was fine, but Sheng Yuanshan fell ill.

He got up early in the morning and was sweating. The warlord asked him to go to a meeting, so he took a hasty shower. The water was a bit cold and he sneezed a few times.

At noon, I accompanied the governor on a horseback inspection. The cold wind blew and I felt top-heavy.

At night, he developed a high fever.

The governor asked someone to take him back to the city.

Madam Zhou Zhou heard about it and took Yan Xin to Sheng Yuanshan's mansion to see him.

His lieutenant-general complained to his wife in a low voice: "I refuse to take Western medicine, saying that I feel uncomfortable all over after taking it; and I think Chinese medicine is too bitter."

The lady frowned.

Yan Xin and his wife entered Sheng Yuanshan's room.

His room was spotlessly simple, with almost no extraneous furnishings.

A whole row of bookshelves, neatly arranged.

"...I'm fine." He was wearing a blue-grey sweater. The fluffy sweater made him look particularly weak and soft.

The lady stepped forward and touched his forehead.

He obviously wanted to hide, but he forced himself to hold it back.

"It's hot!" Madam was shocked, "You have a high fever. Zhuzhuer, Zhuzhuer, come and take a look."

The tone of her voice changed.

Yan Xin stepped forward and touched Sheng Yuanshan's forehead.

He didn't hide, and even took the initiative to touch her hand.

It was indeed piping hot.

She took his wrist again and checked his pulse.

"I need to take medicine, the fever is severe." Yan Xin said.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine if I get through it for a while." Sheng Yuanshan seemed to resist taking medicine and frowned, "I can drink some wine to wash it down."

"No!" Yan Xin said, "This won't cure it. Instead, it will aggravate the condition. You need to take medicine."

"Zhuzhu'er, go and prescribe some medicine. I'll watch him and drink it for him," the lady said.

Yan Xin said yes.

Sheng Yuanshan looked helpless.

The lady sighed: "Please let me worry less. You are such an adult, you have to take good care of yourself."

"I've been too busy recently, I'm a little tired, and the cold wind blew all afternoon, and now I have a fever." He explained, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Where can Madam rest assured?

Yan Xin prescribed medicine for Sheng Yuanshan, and his wife forced him to drink it.

"You go back first. It's cold, so don't get sick too." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin also advised: "Mom, let's go back. There is someone here to take care of uncle."

"No, I'll wait for him to get better." Madam said, "Downstairs, we'll clean up the guest room. Zhu Zhu'er and I will stay here first."

Sheng Yuanshan: "..."

That evening, Yan Xin took medicine again. I heard that Sheng Yuanshan was awake, so I went to see him.

His cheeks were pale, his lips were white, and he looked weak.

Yan Xin tried his forehead.

"The fever has gone down a bit." Yan Xin said, "Uncle, he drank this bowl of medicine and had a good rest for two days. He should be fine."

He answered with a smile, his light brown pupils were particularly quiet: "Okay."

Then he said, "I will be good, Zhuzhu'er."