Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

During the Lantern Festival, my wife had a headache.

Yan Xin gave her some medicated oil and massaged her temples.

The lady held her hand and said to her: "Zhu Zhu'er, my mother can't live without you."

Yan Xin: "This is a matter of responsibility."

"No matter what you do, whether it's inside or outside your job, you've done an excellent job. My mother thought, if you are always by my side, I will be blessed for the rest of my life," the lady said.

Then he said, "Zhu Zhu'er, you don't know how hard I have worked in my life. I have never slacked off since I can remember.

I'm looking forward to Ah Zhao's return now. When he comes back and you are still by my side, I will truly enjoy happiness from now on. "

She said hopefully, "I can be an old prince, eat, take walks, raise birds and dogs, and amuse my grandchildren."

Yan Xin felt a little uneasy after hearing this: "Mom, is it Abba? What did he say?"

She was afraid that the military governor would drive her away, so she had already mentioned it to her wife.

The lady hurriedly said: "No. If I don't let you go, your father won't say anything. If he doesn't care about my thoughts so much, our friendship will be over."

It's like covering up, "I had a nightmare during my nap. I dreamed that you had to leave and I couldn't keep you."

Yan Xin felt relieved and said with a smile: "Being by my mother's side is a good life with rich clothes and fine food. Everyone supports me. You can use sticks to drive me away, but I won't leave."

Madam: "Then it's settled. Let's not be suspicious and be honest with each other. If there are any misunderstandings, we can ask them in person."

"Okay." Yan Xin said.

The lady breathed a sigh of relief.

During dinner, the lanterns in the courtyard were lit, and the light and shadow were magnificent. The red light illuminated the dark night, and the courtyard was filled with joy.

After tonight, the New Year is over.

Jing Jiatong changed into new clothes and came over for dinner.

When the warlord returned, it was completely dark and he was in a good mood.

Sheng Yuanshan brought a few canned fruits and came later.

A small stage was set up and some relatively pure songs were sung.

There was a lot of food on the table, and the servants poured wine for everyone.

Yan Xin and Jing Jiatong drank red wine; Madam, Governor and Sheng Yuanshan all drank yellow wine.

"Ayan came to see me this afternoon." The warlord chatted casually.

Others were fine, but Jing Jiatong choked on his wine and started coughing.

Warlord: "Slow down. Ayan didn't ask you to go back."

Jing Jiatong's face turned red from coughing and she was nervous: "I'm sorry, dad."

The governor sighed: "We are still daughters. If you are as good as Ayan, I will feel relieved. If you look like this, you will be bullied in the future when you get married."

If a daughter is bullied, a father will probably feel angry; he will also hate his child for being incompetent.

Jing Jiatong is quiet.

The lady smiled and smoothed things over: "The more you scold her, the more timid she becomes. With her character, she should be raised for a few more years before getting married. The daughter of the governor is not afraid of not having a good family background."

He added, "Nowadays, it is fashionable to be civilized, and many families send young ladies and young masters to study abroad. The more promising boys are, the longer they study, and their marriages are delayed.

Jiatong has many people to choose from. Fathers are worried that daughters will grow up slowly, and the days are still long. "

"Madam is right," said the warlord.

Jing Jiatong listened and was convinced by his wife.

In just a few words, he not only appeased the warlord, but also Jing Jiatong.

These skills, if you learn them superficially, will last you a lifetime.

"Ayan, what are you doing here?" asked the lady.

"It's just a good news, saying that Mr. He can get up. He has been in good spirits these past few days. Arrangements have been made for the Lantern Festival." said the military governor.

The lady smiled and said: "That's great. After dinner, you can go and have a look. My child has worked hard to come here, so don't let her down."

Overseer: "As long as she said so, there's no need to go."

Madam: "It's cold at night, so you don't have to go. When you pass by at noon tomorrow, go take a look. Ayan's face needs to be given to you, you're a big girl."

The warlord laughed: "That's okay."

Jing Jiatong's admiration for his wife has reached a new level.

Because she didn't have much attachment to Xifu, only disappointment and suffocation, Jing Jiatong escaped from the family, and she didn't feel that Xifu was her home.

Of course, the Governor's Mansion is not her home, but her temporary residence. Sooner or later she will belong.

Jing Jiatong completely stood as an outsider and felt that Madam was very powerful.

For decades, my father had to be by his wife's side during festivals, which had formed his habit.

Breaking a habit is very painful, and my father may not even realize it.

Now, Ayan came to invite her, still wanting her father to go there to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

Ayan desperately tried to pull her father over.

My father was in a dilemma.

At this time, Madam first showed her generosity and praised Jing Feiyan for her ability; then she revealed Jing Feiyan's purpose.

He also pushed Abba out.

This year's dinner was warm, and my father naturally had no determination to break the old calendar, but he couldn't bear to let his daughter down.

Therefore, the madam said, if you don’t go tonight, you can go again tomorrow morning.

When the person arrived, my daughter's dignity was given away.

There is a degree of advance and retreat.

Jing Jiatong looked at Madam's behavior and was a little confused: "I can learn all this. What has Sheng Rouzhen learned after being with Madam for many years?"

Apart from pretending to be generous, Sheng Rouzhen didn't learn the essence at all.

Is it because of poor talent?

Some people feed her food, but she can't even swallow it?

"My mother has recovered again. I wonder if she will come back to me." Jing Jiatong thought.

Her heart was heavy.

She doesn't want to go back.

It was so painful to go home, every moment was an ordeal.

Jing Jiatong has never been a mother, but she can vaguely understand that mothers are not born to love her children.

Especially when there are many children.

Jing Jiatong is an unloved child. She is neither disappointed nor resentful. She just wanted to stay away and live her own life in peace from now on.

If she could stay with Madam longer and learn more about the ways of the world - things that no one had taught her before, maybe she would have a better future.

Jing Jiatong was thinking wildly when she suddenly heard her father ask: "What do you think of Mr. Zhou?"

"Who?" Jing Jiatong was surprised, "Is Zhou Junwang?"

Overseer: "What's the matter with you? You interrupted even if I didn't ask you."

Jing Jiatong: "..."

It turns out I wasn’t asking her.

She explained awkwardly: "Abba, I was distracted just now."

"You are always so ignorant, how can you make people feel at ease?" The warlord sighed and looked at Yan Xin again.

Only then did Jing Jiatong realize that he was asking Yan Xin.

She breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pricked up her ears to listen to the gossip again.

Ask Sister Yan.

Yan Xin was also stunned for a moment.

The warlord frowned slightly as he suspected that Jing Jiatong had given Yan Xin his stupidity.

Jing Jiatong: "..."

"... When A-Zhao was at home, Zhou Junwang and we would meet by chance. I still remember the time A-Zhao was attacked, and Zhou Junwang was there.

I don't usually see him in private. Abba, what aspect are you asking him about? "Yan Xin said.

Jing Jiatong: Before you know whether the question is malicious or well-intentioned, you should first show your credit. Even if you mention it casually, you must not do it deliberately.

——Learned another trick.

The warlord seemed to recall the past when she blocked Jing Yuanzhao's gun, and his eyes suddenly softened.

"Zhou Longtou is seriously ill. Zhou Junwang may take over some things. Is he worthy of support?" the governor asked.