The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

There were sparkling tears in Rouer's eyes.

She stared at Sheng Junwei blankly, her voice trembling and touching, "Miss...you are so kind to me!"

Ever since she became Sheng Junwei's personal maid, Rou'er followed Ziyuan in private and called Sheng Junwei "Miss" instead of the "Young Madam" as per the rules.

This change in address silently brought them closer to each other.

Sheng Junwei heard this, smiling with a hint of helplessness, "It's just two chicken legs, eat them quickly, you look so skinny."

Having said that, her eyes revealed her subtle care and love for Rouer, a delicate emotion that is difficult for others to detect.

Outside the courtyard wall, spring flowers are in full bloom, and the breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance.

Xiang'er stood aside, her eyes full of envy and desire. That simple happiness seemed out of reach to her.

However, the harmonious atmosphere in the house did not last long as it was interrupted by the hurried footsteps of the housekeeper.

Sheng Junwei couldn't help but frown slightly. Whenever the housekeeper appeared, it was always accompanied by some unpleasant things.

This time is no exception.

The housekeeper looked solemn and said, "Young Madam, the fifth son of the Sheng family wants to see you. He said that Madam Sheng is seriously ill and he urgently wants you to go home to take care of her."

This sentence broke all the tranquility and warmth.

The chopsticks in Sheng Junwei's hand unconsciously stopped in the air. The aroma of the food seemed to fade away in an instant, leaving only mixed feelings in her heart.

The Sheng family rarely contacted her unless it was necessary, which gave her a bad feeling.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, the days in the past life when he was despised and exploited, yet had to work for the benefit of the family, were still vivid in his mind.

Sheng Mingfeng's political ambition, Sheng Mingwu's career advancement, Sheng Xuanming's marriage, and even Sheng Mingtao's life and death...

Each one had weighed relentlessly on her shoulders.

Especially when they learned that she had mastered the magic, they actually tried to use the forbidden technique to bring Sheng Mingtao back to life, completely ignoring the divine punishment hidden behind the forbidden technique.

Her advice and warnings fell on their ears and were of no importance to them.

Recalling this, Sheng Junwei felt a faint melancholy in her heart. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of her sleeves. Then she stood up and said calmly, "Let's go."

She could not ignore the grace of raising her, as that was the inseparable and complicated entanglement between her and the Sheng family.

But in this life, she decided not to sacrifice herself blindly and to live for herself.

After giving instructions to the housekeeper and Zhang, Sheng Junwei walked towards the door with firm steps.

Outside the door, Sheng Mingtao had been waiting for a long time, his brows furrowed and his expression full of impatience.

When he saw Sheng Junwei, his words were like a sharp blade, piercing his heart, "Sheng Junwei, your mother is sick and you are still dawdling. You are such a heartless and ungrateful person."

In response, Sheng Junwei just glanced at him lightly and did not respond much.

It is undoubtedly a waste of time to get entangled with those who are inconsiderate and do not ask right from wrong.

For some things, the more you explain, the more the other party will push for it, so it is better to remain silent.

"What's your attitude?" Faced with Sheng Junwei's indifference, Sheng Mingtao became even angrier. He followed her closely, trying to grab her hand and force her attention.

"After marrying into the Pei family, you have become even more arrogant and rude. You would still hide your feelings at home, but now, you are too lazy to even pretend."

He recalled that when Ruijiao first returned to Sheng Mansion, this woman tried her best to please everyone and did not hesitate to use despicable means to hurt Ruijiao.

After the truth was revealed, she restrained herself for a short time and became much more low-key.

Despite this, she would still take the initiative to greet each other every time they met, with complex thoughts revealed in her eyes.

In Sheng Mingtao's eyes, the deliberately displayed sadness made him feel bored and disgusted.

Now that the irritation was gone, his anger only grew.

Just as his fingers were about to touch Sheng Junwei, an irresistible force suddenly slapped his hand away, causing him to stagger back several steps in a miserable state.

At this moment, the Sheng Mansion seemed to be shrouded in heavy dark clouds, dull and depressing.

When I stepped into Madam Sheng's bedroom, the air was filled with a strong herbal smell. The smell was pungent and bitter, indicating that the condition of the person in the room was not optimistic...

The house was quiet. Only Sanlang Sheng Xuanming, who had difficulty walking, was silently taking care of chores. His figure looked particularly lonely in the dim candlelight.

Minister Sheng and several other brothers in the family were not in the house at the moment, leaving a dull and empty atmosphere.

"Third brother." Following the gentle call from outside the door, Sheng Junwei walked into the room with a hint of concern in her voice.

When Sheng Xuanming heard the voice, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had a heavy worry weighing on his heart, making it difficult for him to let it go.

Seeing Sheng Junwei, he forced a smile and nodded gently: "Wei'er, you're here."

"Is Wei'er here?" Mrs. Sheng's gentle yet somewhat weak voice came from the bed.

Sheng Junwei looked up and saw that although Madam Sheng's face was calm, there was a hint of fatigue between her brows. The most eye-catching thing was her eyes, which were red and swollen from repeated tears, revealing unspeakable sorrow and pain.

Sheng Junwei couldn't bear to look directly at her, so she lowered her head and bowed respectfully: "Mother."

"Xuan Ming, please go out first. Let me talk to Wei'er alone." Zhou waved her hand slightly, her tone majestic.

Sheng Xuanming sighed slightly, skillfully controlled the wheelchair, and slowly and heavily left the room.

When the two of them passed by each other, Sheng Junwei seemed to catch a low whisper: "Do what you can, Wei'er, don't worry too much."

These words contain both comfort and a subtle heaviness.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Junwei pursed her lips and felt mixed emotions.

Zhou didn't notice what Sheng Xuanming said, and waved to Sheng Junwei affectionately: "Wei'er, come and sit down. We haven't had a good talk for a long time."

Sheng Junwei obeyed her mother's orders and slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.

Zhou looked at Sheng Junwei with complicated eyes and sighed, "It's been a long time since we had a heart-to-heart talk like this."

Faced with her mother's emotion, Sheng Junwei chose to remain silent, and the turmoil in her heart did not show on her face.

Seeing that she was indifferent, Zhou couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I know you have resentment towards me because of your mother's preference for Ruijiao, but she is my flesh and blood after all. She was left alone when she was young and helpless, and experienced the ups and downs of life. As a mother, how can I not feel heartbroken? And the person who caused all this is your own mother..."

At this point, Zhou's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, "I always have a mixture of love and hate for you."

Sheng Junwei listened to these familiar yet harsh words, but her heart was calm.

In her previous life, Zhou had also spoken from the bottom of her heart. At that time, she felt the same way and even agreed with him deep in her heart.

If her own child had suffered such injustice, she might not have been able to forgive it either.