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

Upon hearing Fu Youxing's return, Shen Xixi hurriedly ended her conversation with Hong Xiao, got up and rushed to Qiushui Pavilion.

"Third Grandma, you are back. Third Master is inside." Just after entering the yard, the little maid who was serving the tidying up walked out of the main room with a tray, with tears on her face.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xixi asked softly, looking at the porcelain fragments piled on the tray.

"Reply to grandma, the third master has a gloomy face when he comes back today. Just now, the slave went in to refill the tea and accidentally spilled the tea on him, so he broke the vase at hand." He looked up at Shen Xixi, who was as gentle as water in front of him, and the maid's My heart gradually relaxed, grievances welled up in my heart, and my eyes turned red.

Obviously in the past, the third master was the gentlest and most considerate, and never cared about their mistakes, but the way the third master looked at her just now was really terrifying, and she was scared to think about it now.

"Be careful next time and go down." After listening to the maid's words, Shen Xixi patted her shoulder gently and sent Yin Shuang to take her down.

Looking at the closed vermilion door of the main room, Shen Xixi blinked lightly, raised her hand lightly, and pushed open the door.

"Who?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, which interrupted the thinking direction of the person in the room, Fu Youxing looked sideways at the person and shouted coldly.

"It's me, husband...are you in a bad mood?" Pretending to pause, Shen Xixi stepped over the threshold, turned around and closed the door.

"Xi'er, are you back?" Hearing the familiar voice and smelling the faint fragrance spreading in the air, Fu Youxing's tense nerves began to relax.

"Well, I went to see my mother and my fifth sister today. Why is my husband so early today?" Looking at Fu Youxing's haggard expression, Shen Xixi stepped forward, walked behind him, and gently supported him with her soft white hands. His shoulders.

"I don't have much to do today. I want to come back and spend time with Xi'er." Feeling the gentle pressure on his shoulders, Fu Youxing sighed softly and closed his eyes.

"Husband, is something on your mind?" Feeling the vigorous and powerful texture under her fingers, Shen Xixi's eyes became darker.

Looking at the opponent's Adam's apple so close, the book said that this is the most fragile and sensitive part of a man. Just a little bit of force... can kill him!

"I... just don't understand, I don't understand his intentions, and I don't understand... why she agreed?" Fu Youxing raised his hand to hold the little hand on his shoulder, with sad and puzzled eyes.

In the past, his father's actions would be informed to him in advance, but this morning, when he saw Wuhen suddenly appeared, he didn't understand... Why did his father hide this matter from him?

"Xi'er is just a female and can't share her husband's worries. However... Xi'er thought that her husband must trust him very much to be so disappointed."

Knowing who he was referring to, Shen Xixi lowered her eyes and sat quietly next to Fu Youxing, and spoke softly.

"Haha~, yes, I trust you very much, so... I don't understand." Holding the jade-white hand tightly, Fu Youxing's eyes were filled with pain and... unwillingness.

"It's the same between people. Only parents, siblings, and beloved couples can treat each other wholeheartedly and sincerely. The husband is in a high position, so he must always be careful." Shen Xixi looked at the pain in his eyes, regardless of the pain and redness of her hands. Reluctance is like the spring rain in April, softly falling on Fu Youxing's ears.

"Yes...parents and brothers." As if murmuring Shen Xixi's words, the light in Fu Youxing's eyes extinguished little by little.

But...they...are not his parents.

"Husband, I have been too tired recently. Drink some ginseng soup and have a good rest!" Opening the door and taking the ginseng soup in Yinshuang's hand, Shen Xixi took a spoonful of the delicious and mellow soup and handed it to Fu Youxing's lips.

"Xi'er is interested." The lukewarm juice bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and Fu Youxing's stomach gradually became warm. He got up too late in the morning and went to court without having time to have breakfast. In addition, what happened in the morning, his stomach Already painful.

"Because my husband treats Xi'er well." Seeing the emotion in Fu Youxing's eyes, Shen Xixi laughed in her heart, with a shy blush on her face.

"Xi'er...if...I say...forget it, let him let go of the past, and...I will treat you well in the future." Thinking of all the things he had done before, Fu Youxing's heart throbbed violently, and the words in his mouth The ginseng soup starts to taste bitter.

"Okay." Shen Xixi placed the empty porcelain bowl on the table, gently caught the unsteady Fu Youxing, and helped him walk to the Arhat couch beside him.

"Xi'er, thank you." Lying on Shen Xixi's lap, as if he was among the clouds, Fu Youxing couldn't help but squint his eyelids.

"Husband, please go to sleep. Xi'er is here." Shen Xixi gently stroked his black hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips. Shen Xixi lowered her head and closed Fu Youxing's eyes.

After a while, the person on the pillow relaxed, his breathing became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep. Shen Xixi moved her head on her lap to the pillow and slowly stood up.

As noon approached, the sunlight became fierce and shone straight into the room, hitting the table and illuminating the soup bowl on the table.

Because of the injury on her foot, Shen Xixi couldn't sleep well at night, so the doctor's prescription included herbs to calm her nerves and help her sleep.

Afraid that she wouldn't be able to get used to the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine, Yinshuang specially put the herbs in the ginseng soup and stewed it for her every day.

Looking at the empty soup bowl, Shen Xixi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, turned around, fumbled for the study key from Fu Youxing, and pressed it on the mung bean cake.

This night, Fu Youxing slept very peacefully. For many years, he had been intrigued by each other in the officialdom and cautious in the Hou Mansion. He never dared to slack off and never had a good night's sleep.

When he woke up, Fu Youxing looked at the sun that had already set in the west, and for a moment he felt like it was this night.

"Husband, are you awake? Are you hungry? I'll ask Yin Shuang to prepare the meal." Hearing the noise, Shen Xixi raised her head and looked at the Luohan couch, then stood up with a smile and called Yin Shuang.

"Yeah." Turning over and sitting up, Fu Youxing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw the watery smile on his wife's lips.

It’s been a long time since I felt so relaxed and at ease. The last time was...

Thinking of Wuhen in the palace, Fu Youxing's heart sank. He and she...were not destined to be together.

After dinner, Shen Xixi sat in the yard embroidering, thinking about ways to get the person away.

Inside the room, Fu Youxing was wearing inner clothes, lying on his side on the couch, holding an ancient book with his long and strong fingertips and watching quietly.

"Hiss~" There was a pain in her hand. Shen Xixi breathed in gently and brought her palm to her eyes.

The previously scabbed area was accidentally pricked by an embroidery needle, and blood dripped out again.

The sky is getting darker, the light has weakened, and the sight outside the house can no longer see the thin needle that pricks the wound.

Looking at the candlelight in each room, Shen Xixi slowly clenched her fists and stood up with her arms supported.

"Master Fu, are you here?" Suddenly, a thin and sharp voice sounded, and six men in official uniforms appeared and blocked the door of Qiushui Pavilion.