Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

The vermilion door was tightly closed, completely isolating the world inside and outside.

Outside the door, after Shen Xixi came out, more than a dozen guards in brocade clothes surrounded Yuqiong Garden, covering it tightly like a big net.

"You bitch!" He pressed Cuiqiao all the way back to the yard, and threw him on the ground as soon as he entered the door.

"You said... since when did you associate with this adulterer?" Fu Youxing kicked the man in the boy's hand, and looked at Cui Qiao fiercely, with coldness in his eyes.

"Third Master... you hang out among all kinds of women every day... and you don't even look at me. This slave really misses you..." Cui Qiao couldn't help but couldn't help her stomach as her stomach bumped against the hard bluestone slab. He turned pale and looked at Fu Youxing with resentment in his eyes.

"Miss me? Is this how you miss me?" Fu Youxing's voice was cold as he walked up to Cui Qiao and looked at her condescendingly.

"Third Master...servant..."

"That's enough, pull her down!"

Not wanting to listen to her argument anymore, Fu Youxing waved his hand and asked someone to pull the two of them down and deal with them.

"Third Master... My stomach hurts..." Cui Qiao's heart dropped when she heard Fu Youxing's heartless words.

Knowing that he was destined to die, a fishy sweetness surged up in his throat, his body felt cold, and his moon-white skirt was stained red.

"Husband, child..." Shen Xixi, who came in a few steps slowly, saw the bright red under Cui Qiao's body, her eyes flashed with unbearable pain, and she quickly stepped forward to support her.

Kneeling on the cold ground, looking at the green and white cheeks, Shen Xixi felt a little sad in her heart, "Call Wen Po..."

Thinking that she was already seven months pregnant and should be ready to give birth, he called someone to help Cuiqiao to the west wing, placed her on the couch, and asked the maids to boil water.

In the yard, Fu Youxing was silent for a long time as he looked at the bright red blood on the ground.

"Third Master, what should I do with this person?" The boy on the side looked at the man who was whimpering in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"Buried alive!" Looking up at the west wing room where the maids walked in and out, Fu Youxing opened his thin lips.

"The delivery room smells very bloody. My husband has been busy all day, so go and rest first!" Beside the door of the west wing, Shen Xixi opened the thick door felt and looked at him outside the door softly with her dark eyes.

"Yes." Facing the warm smile, Fu Youxing raised his hand and put it on his right arm.

Under the blue sleeves, there were two deep scars.

It was cut by broken pieces of porcelain when the emperor was angry and threw the tea cup. It was very painful, but when he returned to the Marquis Mansion, he couldn't get a look from them.

The only person who cared about him was looking at Fu Rong's face under the felt curtain, and Fu Youxing felt a warm current in his heart.

"what……"

"Auntie, work harder!"

"Harder!" On the bed, Po Wen opened the quilt to check the condition of Cuiqiao's fetus. Seeing that the baby couldn't get off, she hurriedly urged.

"I... it hurts so much!!" Cui Qiao cried out in pain as she grasped both sides of the pillow tightly with her hands. Sweat had soaked her whole body and her hair was stuck to the sides of her cheeks.

"Auntie, your fetus is not in the right position and the baby is still moving. You have to work hard!" She gave Cui Qiao a drink of the oxytocin that Shifififu brought. Seeing that the baby still didn't move, Po Wen was a little anxious.

"How's it going?" After Fu Youxing was settled, Shen Xixi came over to ask about the situation.

"Back to grandma, the baby is not old enough and the fetal position is not correct. My aunt's energy and blood are too weak and she can't use her strength..." Bowing down to salute Shen Xixi, Wen Po looked a little embarrassed.

"Maybe...this adult and child..."

Without speaking too clearly, Po Wen stopped speaking.

"Mom is very skilled and experienced, so can't she be saved?"

"Third Grandma is so ridiculous. I really can't help myself." Lowering her head, Po Wen looked troubled.

"Three...grandma..." On the bed, Cui Qiao stretched out her hand towards Shen Xixi.

"I'm here." He asked Wen Po to continue her work, and Shen Xixi walked to the bed and looked at her.

"Protect...the child." Her bloodless lips moved slightly, and Cuiqiao's voice was extremely weak.

"Is it worth it?" Staring at her gray face and remembering the look in her eyes when she looked at the man, Shen Xixi spoke softly.

"Third Grandma... have you... ever been in love?" She curled her lips weakly, and a clear tear fell from the corner of Cuiqiao's eyes.

He said... The third master is not good, but he will be good to her and love her well.

I will buy her sweet soup and candied haws from Tangshui Street.

It's a pity...he failed her after all!

"..." Without answering Cui Qiao's words, Shen Xixi lowered her eyes and called Po Wen: "Save the child."

"it is good."

After receiving the instruction, Wen Po responded, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the bed.

A moment later, Cuiqiao's heart-rending screams filled the room, sending chills down people's spines.

"Third Grandma... remember your words!" Along with Cui Qiao's last scream, the baby's loud cry came.

"Don't worry, I will remember it." That beautiful face flashed in her mind, and Shen Xixi sighed softly.

"Congratulations to the third grandma, you are a daughter of a daughter." Wen Po wiped the baby clean and carried it to Shen Xixi with a happy face.

"Where is she?" Shen Xixi said warmly as her fingertips touched the baby's pink and smooth face.

"Um... my aunt has lost both energy and blood, and has... passed away." Turning her head and looking at Cui Qiao, who had died, Po Wen couldn't help but show a trace of pity on her face.

They are as old as flowers, but they wither early.

Women from wealthy families always have a harder life.

"Thank you, mama." She took out a piece of silver and put it in Po Wen's hand. Shen Xixi took the baby in her hand and walked out of the west wing.

He glanced at Twelve outside the door, and after receiving the instructions, Twelve entered and dealt with what happened next.

"Ah..." Along the way, the baby's small hands tightly grasped Shen Xixi's breasts, her red mouth opened wide, and she couldn't help but cry from her throat.

"How about I call you Qing Huan?" Looking up at the flaming clouds on the horizon, Shen Xixi wrapped the child's swaddling clothes tightly and carried her back to the main house.

At dinner time, Twelve informed Shen Xixi of the news.

It was said that Fu Minghe had killed Liu's mother with a stick and had Li Wanrou restrained. That night, the Prime Minister's Office sent someone over.

The visitor stayed in Fu Minghe's study for a long time and finally returned without success.

In addition, Yuqiong Garden is now protected, and no other people are allowed to enter.

"Third Grandma, Aunt Hong, please come over." Before Twelve could finish speaking, Yuqiongyuan sent someone over.

"Okay, I'll go right away." In response, Shen Xixi stood up, turned around and told Fifteen to take care of the child, and then left with the visitor.

After arriving at Yuqiong Garden, Shen Xixi met Hongxiao's resentful eyes as soon as she entered the room, "You still know how to come here?"

"There's something going on in the yard." After explaining, Shen Xixi walked to the chair next to her and sat down.

"What now? That old guy won't even let me out, what am I trying to do?" Thinking of the three layers of guards inside and outside the door, Hong Hao was furious.

After finally getting rid of the old witch, they thought they could go out and have fun, but Fu Ming and the guy started to lose their temper again.

"It's okay if you don't go out. I may have to go out in the near future. Please take good care of yourself." Shen Xixi looked calmly as she glanced at the tall and straight guard outside the grid window.

"What? You want to leave? Where to go?"