Reborn after marriage, He Shao becomes addicted to pampering his wife

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, fine white snow was falling everywhere in Beijing. As the Chinese New Year was getting closer, the weather was getting colder.

The old house was quiet. Grandpa He had made an appointment to play chess with others, He Shaoping also went to the company group, and only Mrs. He had no plans. She was trimming branches in the flower room.

After a while, the servant came hurriedly over and whispered in her ear. Mrs. He frowned slightly, smoothed her rolled up sleeves, and walked towards the living room with graceful steps.

Pan Xiaowen's haggard look had long been concealed by makeup. Her face was delicately made-up and her appearance was dignified and decent. One could tell at first glance that she was the daughter of a wealthy family who was raised in a luxurious environment. There was a unique charm in her temperament.

At this moment, she was sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea. She looked bright and tall, simple and somewhat casual. From time to time, she tilted her head to look outside, her eyelashes blinking lightly, her eyes flickering up and down, revealing a hint of anxiety.

After hearing the noise, Pan Xiaowen immediately stood up and looked at Mrs. He with a respectful smile on her lips: "Auntie, good afternoon, long time no see."

Mrs. He walked straight to the sofa in the living room, with a distant smile on her face. She nodded her chin slightly, asked her to sit down, and said indifferently: "Hello, Miss Pan."

As soon as these three words came out, Pan Xiaowen's bright pupils suddenly shrank, her expression shook slightly, her heart unconsciously became a little flustered, and her lips slightly opened: "Auntie..."

In the past, Mrs. He always called her Xiaowen, but now she is suddenly Miss Pan. Is the He family going to draw a clear line with her?

Pan Xiaowen could not bear this blow. Unlike in the past, she came today after thinking it over again and again. She mainly wanted to start with Mrs. He. Although her father and brother had told her a lot, she still wanted to give it a try.

The obsession of so many years cannot be resolved immediately as they say.

"Miss Pan, please call me Madam He. After all, you and my Xiaoxi have some history. I only have one daughter-in-law now. I have to protect my own people and cannot let others bully me for no reason."

Mrs. He's tone was a little cold, but her expression was calm. She picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.

Although this matter was handled by He's father and his son, it did not mean that Mrs. He was not angry. The most important thing for a woman is reputation. Moreover, for a family like theirs that has stood for hundreds of years, any slight disturbance could cause an uproar in the outside world.

The rumor spread by Pan Xiaowen directly ignored Su Xi's reputation and stood in the middle of the sharp confrontation, completely ignoring He Yichuan and even the He family behind her.

This cannot be explained simply by a business war. Moreover, Su Xi's previous behavior has always been to fight back and he has never taken the initiative to provoke trouble. This is enough to give face to the Pan family.

After hearing this, Pan Xiaowen felt a little cold in her heart. She had always respected Mrs. He very much, and Mrs. He loved her very much. But now she treated her like this just because of some simple little things, and she didn't even have time to listen to the reason for her visit.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but wonder whether her obsession with He Yichuan was worth it?

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Now that she was here, she also wanted an answer. Her confused look turned into determination, and she felt like she was ready to die.

"Aunt, I came here today to explain to you that there was a misunderstanding between me and Su Xiao...Mrs. He. It was indeed my fault. I apologize, but I believe you know what happened. It has a lot to do with Brother Yichuan's sudden marriage."

Just as Pan Xiaowen was about to mention Miss Su, she caught a glimpse of Mrs. He's suddenly gloomy expression. She swallowed the words and replaced them with "Mrs. He", sounding much more sincere.

Pan Xiaowen whispered in a low voice with a sense of grievance, and Mrs. He suddenly thought of how An An looked when she was in love before. She was still the little girl she had watched grow up since she was a child, and her cold expression eased a lot.

It is normal for a young girl in the prime of her life with a first-class family background to have someone she likes. It is also normal for her to be a little extreme when she suddenly receives the news that the person she loves is getting married.

"Ms. Pan, this is not the reason for you to do these things. I can understand your admiration for Xiaochuan, but it has nothing to do with Xiaoxi. She shouldn't be subject to your hostility. Besides, it is absolutely impossible for you and Xiaochuan to be together. Neither Xiaochuan nor the He family should have given you any signals. Right, think about it carefully."

Mrs. He is usually a gentle and loving lady from a noble family, but this is only true when she treats her own people. Her language towards outsiders is cruel and cold, and every word she says is particularly heartbreaking.

After Pan Xiaowen finished her narration slowly, her face was full of hurt. She had been carefully nurtured by her family as an intelligent person since she was young, and she was not a fool, so she naturally understood it. However, after hearing what Mrs. He said, she was completely devastated.

The previous full of expectations turned into despair and collapse at this moment.

No matter how much Mrs. He understood, she had to say these words truthfully and did not want to cause any misunderstanding in this regard.

In the following time, Mrs. He, based on the affection that had grown up between them, slowly stated some heart-wrenching and realistic words to her, asking her to think seriously.

this side.

The moment Pan Xiaowen entered the He family's old house, He Yichuan received a message from the housekeeper. He immediately suspended the meeting and turned away, asking Xiao Feng to continue the meeting in his place.

The Maybach with smooth body lines was driving fast on the road. The tough-looking man with a gloomy face was quietly holding his mobile phone in the back seat, looking down at the screen. He was relieved only when he received the woman's message. He looked out the window attentively, tapping his long legs with his fingertips.

He family's old house.

Pan Xiaowen was wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes and sitting quietly on the sofa. She exuded a pitiful feeling and had completely lost her usual arrogance.

With a creaking sound, the heavy wooden door slowly opened from the outside to the inside, and the tall and upright figure of the man suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

He walked towards the door calmly with his long legs, his coat half held in his hands, and his handsome face instantly attracted their attention.

Mrs. He stood up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she said gently: "Xiaochuan, are you back?"