I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Yuan Qinglian glanced at Liu Yueru with some resentment.

There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

As expected, as soon as Liu Yueru entered the room, Old Madam Song scolded her harshly, "Yue'er, He Chen'an has been living in seclusion for the past few years and has gotten used to his freedom. He has forgotten many rules. Why are you playing along with him?"

Old Madam Song lifted up Jin'er's hands, which were bandaged like pig's trotters, with a distressed and angry look on her face. "You've only taught Jin'er a lesson for one day, and you beat him like this. If he gets bolder over time, he'll dare to do anything crazy. If he wants to kill Jin'er, will you let him do it?"

Liu Yueru stood aside with a calm expression, listening quietly.

Old Madam Song was more convinced of Yuan Qinglian's words, and became even more dissatisfied with Liu Yueru: "Grandmother knows that Jin'er is not worthy of your eyes, but you can't use this kind of thing to torture the child."

Liu Yueru sneered.

He tried his best for the Marquis' Mansion, but in the end he could not resist Yuan Qinglian's provocation.

"Is this how grandma usually looks at her granddaughter-in-law?" Liu Yueru asked in a calm tone.

Old Madam Song knew that what she said was serious, but she also felt that it was the truth.

Under Yuan Qinglian's constant baptism, she deeply felt that Liu Yueru was just pretending to be kind to her son and was not sincere at all.

No matter how much Liu Yueru gave to Jin'er, she thought it was her duty as the mistress of the family.

Old Madam Song sighed softly, "Yue'er, Grandmother knows that you had resentment in your heart when I asked you to take Jin'er under your name as your eldest son, but now Jin'er has called you mother for several years, why can't I warm your heart?"

Liu Yueru was extremely disappointed with them and didn't want to say anything more to them.

"Mother Yan, bring up Jin'er's homework." Liu Yueru said in a cold voice.

Mother Yan placed a few scattered pages of paper on the table where Old Madam Song was sitting.

"Grandma, why don't you take a look at Jin'er's homework before criticizing him!" Liu Yueru's cold face showed no fluctuation.

Old Madam Song picked up Jin'er's homework and started looking through it, not knowing what was going on.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this homework was not written by Jin Ge’er.

Madam Song's face turned dark instantly.

Although she usually felt sorry for her little great-grandson, she also hoped that Jin Ge'er could study hard and pursue a career in politics, instead of being like Song Nanzhi, who now had to rely on a woman to barely have a place in Kyoto.

"Brother Jin, what's going on?"

Old Madam Song glanced at Liu Yueru with a somewhat subtle expression, and when she looked at Song Shijin again, her face became serious.

Song Shijin lowered his head guiltily.

Yuan Qinglian glanced at the cursive handwriting on the desk and couldn't help but praise: "Master Jin wrote very well. I wonder why Teacher He was angry?"

Old Madam Song gave her a glare as if she were an idiot.

"For a man like Jin'er who even plays around, being punished with a stick is the lightest punishment. If he were to deceive his superiors and subordinates in the palace, his entire family would be executed. Grandmother, do you still think that Teacher He's punishment is wrong?" Liu Yueru asked calmly.

She thought Jin Ge'er had changed and that he knew how to strive for excellence, but her behavior was disappointing.

Song Shijin knelt on the ground in fear after hearing this and begged for mercy: "Mother, I know I was wrong. Grandmother, it's Jin'er's fault. I didn't mean to do this. It's just that I forgot the time when I went to the garden to fly a kite yesterday. I was afraid of being punished by Teacher He when I got back, so Jin'er did this."

Song Shijin glanced at Yuan Qinglian on the side and felt a little annoyed. If his biological mother hadn't insisted on keeping him, things wouldn't have come to this.

Mother Yan suddenly remembered that when she passed by the garden, Yuan Qinglian was teaching Jin Ge'er to fly a kite.

"Yesterday, I saw Miss Yuanbiao playing with the young master."

Mother Yan said lightly.

How come Old Madam Song still doesn't understand the ins and outs of this?

"If Qinglian has nothing to do in the future, he can come to Nanxi Hall every day to take care of the flowers and plants. Jin'er should focus on his studies now, so don't bother him anymore." Old Lady Song said while holding back her anger.