Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin came back from Miao Yin's shop and brought some cosmetics to Madam.

"...This tube of lipstick is very good. Sister Yin mixed it herself. She is the best at making these." Yan Xin handed it to Madam.

The lady picked it up, looked at it, and said with a smile, "I've seen this brand before. It's very popular recently."

"Yes, she built this business." Yan Xin said.

"Very good." The lady praised.

Yan Xin carefully selected and bought many of them. In addition to giving it to his wife, she also gave a complete set to Jing Jiatong; in addition, everyone in her yard gave one to everyone.

She went to find Jing Jiatong and found Jing Feiyan coming.

"...Sister, please help persuade my sister that she must go back during the New Year. Relatives and friends come to pay New Year greetings, but I don't see her asking questions. My mother doesn't know what to do." Jing Feiyan said.

Yan Xin: "I really can't interfere in your housework. Just talk."

Jing Feiyan wanted to say something else, but Yan Xin put down the gift and left first.

Jing Jiatong was determined not to go back.

Now that her anger had subsided, she no longer resisted her own sister, and tried to tell her what was in her heart.

"Ayan, mom doesn't care about me, she..." Jing Jiatong considered her words.

Jing Feiyan had already interrupted her: "Don't think about this. Just think about it, does my mother care about me? She forced me to ask you back again.

She gave me a look on her face, and you gave me a cold look on your face. I don't owe you anything, but you put me in a dilemma. "

Jing Jiatong was slightly stunned.

"One of you is my mother-in-law, and the other is my biological sister. Don't I want you to get along? I'm the youngest, but I need the most care. Who of you cares about me?" Jing Feiyan said again.

Jing Jiatong could hear the condescension in her words.

The implication: As a wealthy young lady like me who is favored by my father and elders, I should have more status than you and my mother-in-law.

How dare you ask me to run errands? What qualifications do you have to express your grievances to me? Listening to me and doing things well is "filial piety".

Jing Jiatong looked at her sister. In a short period of time, she became more like a parent than her mother.

When did she become like this?

What was the success that made her so swollen? She hadn't been like this before.

In the past, she was favored and had a higher status than Jing Jiatong, but she did not dare to put herself higher than her mother. Now, even her mother is stepping under her feet.

Is it the disappearance of eldest brother Jing Yuanzhao?

Jing Jiatong's heart suddenly suffocated, and she suspected that her sister knew about the explosion at the wedding.

even……

Jing Jiatong quickly calmed down and stopped himself from thinking wildly.

"Go back, sister, we are a family." Jing Feiyan added, "How sincere can others be when they treat you? If you always live in other people's homes, they will annoy you."

Jing Jiatong looked at her quietly and suddenly said: "I am here, how can I be counted as someone else's house? This is my father's house."

Jing Feiyan looked at her suddenly.

At this moment, Jing Jiatong saw the annoyance in her eyes.

And, a strong jealousy.

Jing Feiyan didn't want Jing Jiatong to live in the Governor's Mansion together.

Deep down in her heart, she might be worried that Jing Jiatong would take her place and become the warlord's most beloved daughter.

She knew that Jing Jiatong was incompetent, so her worries were not very strong. It was just a subtle thing, maybe she didn't even realize it.

"Sister, I think you have changed." Jing Feiyan said coldly, "Did someone say something to you to sow discord?"

"Abba and mother-in-law share the same family. The two places are one family. Did I say something wrong?" Jing Jiatong asked, "Where have I changed?"

Jing Feiyan was speechless.

She turned around and left, slamming the door first.

Jing Jiatong looked at her back and felt a little panicked. The eldest brother is missing, and the family is really restless, and the ghosts in everyone's heart have all come to show their demons.

The person seems to have been taken away by the ghost in his heart, and he doesn't look like her anymore.

Jing Jiatong closed his eyes.

As she grew up, she struggled to survive in the cracks, without receiving either mother's or father's love.

She has seen beggars on the streets and people selling their daughters in the downtown area.

Girls her age were treated like animals, with their teeth and hands and feet being checked for sores. Jing Jiatong was glad that her surname was Jing.

She rarely resented her, at least she was well fed, clothed and cared for.

Jing Jiatong remembered hearing the old lady talk about the eldest lady Sheng when she was very young.

"...Such a prominent family, with a young lady who is doted upon by thousands of people, would have fallen down at once. Had it not been for the encounter with the military governor, the fate of the Sheng family would have been unpredictable."

Jing Jiatong knew that you don't have to be born well to be sad about spring and autumn, and complain about unfair fate all day long.

God heard this, and maybe even her good life was taken away - after her father was defeated in a battle and her home was occupied by other warlords, she just like the first lady, carried her baggage and fled.

Jing Jiatong always read news about the overthrow of other warlords in newspapers.

"But those people in our family are never grateful." Jing Jiatong was very painful.

She lived her life in hiding and cherished every day, but her blood relatives seemed unwilling to accept such peace.

They are looking for trouble.

If they are not careful, they will be doomed and Jing Jiatong will be dragged into the abyss.

Jing Jiatong went to see the eldest lady Sheng the next day.

Yan Xin is also there.

"...Ayan is very swollen now. She was not like this before. What she says and does now feels strange to me. I am very scared." Jing Jiatong said.

The lady was a little surprised when she heard this: "Really?"

"She still pretends to be good in front of you. But I can see it. In a short period of time, she has changed a lot, and her tone of voice is full of satisfaction." Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin was slightly thoughtful.

Madam: "Ayan has grown up."

"...It seems that Ayan started acting like this after her eldest brother disappeared." Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin glanced at Jing Jiatong in surprise.

She was too responsive.

The lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "When the situation changes, people's hearts will change."

"I haven't changed!" Jing Jiatong said, "I have no ability, I just want to have a bowl of food to eat."

The lady patted the back of her hand: "I know. You have always been very good, and I understand. Don't worry."

"Madam, if something happens one day, please don't suspect that I am a traitor." Jing Jiatong said, his eyes became dull, "I am not."

Seeing this, the lady hugged her gently: "Silly boy, no one will doubt you, don't worry."

After Jing Jiatong left, Madam and Yan Xin chatted about Jing Feiyan.

"Mom, you said Feiyan was involved in Azhao's disappearance?" Yan Xin asked.

Madam: "Jiatong's words reminded me. Maybe Feiyan was really involved, but we just ignored her."

Yan Xin clenched her fingers hard.

"I underestimated Xifu. In these years, my eyes have only been on a few boys. Jing Zhonglin and Jing Shuhong.

But he never expected that the little girl would grow up in secret. A small attack hits a big one. It is precisely because of this unexpected situation that we suffered a big loss. "said the lady.

Yan Xin: "The governor may not realize how much people in the two mansions hate each other."

"The Overseer has never suffered from the fighting between brothers in a big family. When he was born, he was the only son from his father and uncle's family. He was raised and cared for," the lady said.

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One more chapter first. Next, I wanted to torture the scum again and kill Jing Zhonglin. The story was written relatively slowly, and I didn't finish it when I got up early.

Also, I saw everyone’s comments about Uncle Zhang’s “proposal” yesterday. I revised the outline overnight.