Reborn to be a mistress, she went crazy killing the legitimate daughter

The next morning, Fu Jinnian got up with a worried look on his face, and the sadness remained on his face until he left.

"Madam, the Third Master didn't look very good when he went out today."

Bai Zhi stood behind Shen Yiran, and the sandalwood comb in her hand repeatedly stroked Shen Yiran's long hair.

Shen Yiran leaned back in his chair, not taking the matter to heart.

"My husband is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty. Seeing his brother like this, he will naturally think more."

She had already stopped it last night, and now no matter how much the Third House begged, it would be useless to Bo Jinnian.

I thought that I hadn’t been to the fan shop for a long time, and I wondered how it was now.

"Bai Zhi, go get a carriage. I need to go to the fan shop later."

After the last incident, Bo Jinxiu was punished by the old lady to kneel in the ancestral hall. Now he has become much more obedient and has not looked for her for a long time.

Bai Zhi bowed slightly, turned around and left the room.

Outside the door, two children were clinging to the window, very cautiously for fear of disturbing the people in the house.

"What are you two looking at? Why don't you come in?"

Shen Yiran's voice came from inside the house.

Ji Siyue stuck out her tongue playfully without showing any embarrassment after being caught.

"Mother."

On the other hand, Ji Sicheng was unusually silent.

Shen Yiran carefully noticed that something was wrong with the child, and raised his hand and waved towards Ji Sicheng, motioning him to come to his side.

"This is not your temper. What happened today?"

When Ji Sicheng heard this, his eyes instantly turned red, but he still tried hard to hold back the tears.

Ji Siyue, who was standing by, stepped forward and held Shen Yiran's arm with her small hand.

"This morning, when my father went out, he happened to see my brother and I playing. For some reason, my father scolded my brother."

When Shen Yiran heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Ji Sicheng and Ji Siyue have always been treated well since they arrived at the Bo family. This is the first time that Bo Jinnian has lost his temper.

With a guess in mind, Shen Yiran raised his hand and touched Ji Sicheng's head.

"Mother is going out soon. You should take care of your sister and study hard. When she comes back, she will bring you some lotus cakes. How about that?"

No matter what, Ji Sicheng is still a child at heart. When he heard that there was food, his gloomy face suddenly turned into a smile.

Bai Zhi hurried back outside the door.

Shen Yiran knew that the carriage was ready. After handing the two children to Bai Zhi, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going, my third brother's wife? My third brother just left the house."

Rong Qingqing brought Zhihua with her, and the smile on her face did not reach her eyes.

"I haven't been to the fan shop for a few days. If you are interested, can you come with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gleam of light flashed across Rong Qingqing's eyes. She was somewhat interested in this fan shop. After all, she wanted to see what methods Shen Yiran had to turn the loss into profit.

"Since it's my sister-in-law's invitation, it would be disrespectful to refuse."

The two of them got on the carriage and headed straight for the fan shop.

Along the way, Rong Qingqing's eyes never left Shen Yiran. Before returning to Beijing, she had never taken this third brother's wife seriously and always felt that the eldest wife was her real rival.

Now it seems that she underestimated Shen Yiran.

"Today, the fan shop just happened to have a fan that Second Brother liked. When Sister-in-law returns home later, she can bring it back to Second Brother. I'm sure Second Brother will be very happy."

Shen Yiran was holding a handkerchief embroidered with peony flowers in his hand, and every move he made was elegant and graceful.

Rong Qingqing nodded slightly, which was considered as her agreement.

Soon, the carriage stopped and Shen Yiran made a gesture to invite him in.

Naturally, she would not get off the car before Rong Qingqing, so as to avoid giving people a chance to talk about her.

"Hey, have you heard? The guy from the Song family didn't make the list this year. I heard he had a big fight with his young wife."

As Shen Yiran put one foot on the footstool, he heard a murmur in his ear.

In the corner, several students gathered together, whispering.

She raised an eyebrow and got off the footstool without taking the matter to heart.

Everything should be as it should be. If she hadn't forced Song Qizhao to study hard in his previous life, he wouldn't have been granted a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister later.

Shen Yunyan wanted to rely on the power of her mother's family to push him up, but she didn't realize that getting something for nothing would only make people less motivated to fight for it.

Song Qizhao would not care about the money Shen Yunyan gave him. He would just think that all this was as he should.

"Sister-in-law, I heard that your sister from your mother's side married a man with the surname Song?"

Rong Qingqing noticed a flash of sarcasm on Shen Yiran's face and subconsciously looked towards the corner.

She had just heard what they said.

This Song something seems to have some relationship with Shen Yiran's mother's sister.

Maybe I can start from this aspect.

"Sister-in-law, what you said is true. There are so many people with the surname Song in the world. It is impossible that every one of them is related to my Shen family."

Shen Yiran turned around, ended the topic, and walked into the fan shop.

The fan shop, which was once lifeless, is now crowded with people.

Especially in the center of the store, there is a separate area.

This was Shen Yiran's idea. If there were many people who wanted to see the fan paintings, everyone could share their experience.

She and Liu Ye agreed that they would only paint once in public every month, and there would be only one copy of this fan, and it would belong to whoever offered the highest price.

Scarcity makes things valuable. If Shen Yiran wants to expand his business into the circle of wealthy ladies in Beijing, originality is the key.

"My sister-in-law is very clever, but I can't compare to her."

Rong Qingqing looked it up and down, wondering how much money a store like this could earn in a month.

Shen Yiran walked up to one of the fans with ease, raised his hand to take it and put it directly into Rong Qingqing's hand.

"Master Liu's latest fan painting, which was made last month, has not been sold yet. This is a small token of my appreciation."

She knew that Bo Jinjue liked willow leaf fans, so she reserved this one in advance.

last month?

At that time, she and her husband should have just returned to Beijing. I didn't expect that she even thought of this aspect.

After leaving the fan shop, Rong Qingqing remained silent. Only at this moment did she understand what kind of person her opponent was.

After returning to the Bo family, Shen Yiran was invited to the old lady's room by Qiu Ju as soon as he got off the carriage.

Rong Qingqing couldn't turn around and leave, so she followed them.

When she entered the house, Rong Qingqing realized that the old lady's look at her was not kind.

"Third wife, you are back. Come and sit next to me."

The old lady patted the spot beside her hand and said.

Shen Yiran bowed slightly when he heard this, "Sister-in-law is still here, how can I, as her younger sister-in-law, bypass her? What is the matter that the old lady wants to see my wife today?"

The old lady glared at Rong Qingqing, making her feel helpless.

"Today, there was a letter from your mother's family saying that something happened to your sister and you need to go back."

It was originally an internal matter of the Shen family, but the Shen family couldn't contact Shen Yiran, so they had no choice but to pass the news to the old lady.

Shen Yiran lowered his head slightly, a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes.

She knew that when the Shen family invited her to go home a few days ago, she had quickly declined.

Now, it’s been sent directly to the old lady.

"It's my fault. I've made you worry about my mother's family. You should also know that my sister..."

Tears welled up in Shen Yiran's eyes. He raised the handkerchief in his hand and then dropped it again, shedding tears.

The old lady naturally knew what kind of life Shen Yiran had lived in the Shen family before, so it was understandable that she was unwilling to go back now.