The Male Wife

Pei Cheng's face turned dark, and he looked at Hu Xiayun expressionlessly, and said, "My child, why should I be raised by others."

Hu Xiayun forced herself to calm down, but even so, she still couldn't control it and said, "Are you sure you have the ability to support Qi Yanzhi? A man and wife who live in a remote house all year round."

Pei Cheng: "Sister-in-law must have forgotten who asked me to move out of the main house."

Hu Xiayun had already figured out how to answer the question when he tried to drive Pei Cheng away five years ago.

"Second brother married you for the sake of joy, but since you married into the Jiang family, you have never fulfilled your responsibilities as a wife." Hu Xiayun said righteously, "If such a man and wife stay in the main house, isn't it for Jiang? Disgraceful at home?"

Pei Cheng pursed his lips, picked up the teacup, and took a sip lightly. He remembered Hu Xiayun's words very clearly.

In the last life, the Pei family sent someone to look for him in private, hoping that he could return to the Jiang family's main house as soon as possible, so he could only bite the bullet and go to Hu Xiayun. Hu Xiayun's answer at that time was exactly the same as what he said today.

But in his previous life, he had absolutely no ability to speak back.

Pei Cheng still remembers how he left Jiang's house in despair after looking for Hu Xiayun to no avail.He lived without dignity like that.

"Second Lord has not been taken care of by anyone for so many years." Pei Cheng lowered his eyes, "If I continue to live in a remote house, outsiders will make irresponsible remarks. Sister-in-law, what do you think?"

Being in a sister-in-law relationship with a man, Hu Xiayun felt nausea from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh? Then you are coming back to live?"

Pei Cheng nodded as a matter of course, with a slight smile on his lips, "This is my home, I don't live here, where does my sister-in-law want me to live?"

Hu Xiayun gritted her teeth, and was about to say something more, but saw her personal maid hurried in from outside, raising her eyebrows.

The maid close to her ear whispered to Hu Xiayun.

Hu Xiayun's face turned from ugly to gloating, and after the close maid stood aside, Hu Xiayun looked at Pei Cheng and said, "Your brother and sister are absolutely right. As the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, if you don't live in the main house, you will be I can't justify it."

Siblings?

Pei Cheng raised his eyebrows, which is interesting, this is the first time Hu Xiayun called him younger brother and sister in private.

After a pause, Hu Xiayun changed the subject, and looked at Pei Cheng with a half-smile, "But just now, someone came to report, and something happened to the second brother's health, and now the doctor is waiting in another courtyard. It just so happens that you are also there, Let's go and have a look together."

The smile on Pei Cheng's face froze.

Did Jiang Linzhi have an accident?

That sick child?

Jiang Yanzhi seemed to have sensed something was wrong with Pei Cheng, raised his head and glanced at Pei Cheng quickly, and squeezed his palm nervously.Pei Cheng has been caught in his own memories since he heard the news about Jiang Linzhi, and he didn't notice Jiang Yanzhi's little tricks.Hu Xiayun had a panoramic view of the actions of the father and son, sneered, stood up, and Shi Shiran left the hall first.

After Pei Cheng came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of Jiang Linzhi's room door, and Jiang Linzhi was lying in the room.

There is only one door between him and the sick man now.

Hu Xiayun stood in the room, turned around, glanced at Pei Cheng who hadn't come in, and said with a smile: "The young couple have not seen each other for so long, but they have a lot of life, come in quickly... I think the second brother treats you father and son I miss it too."

Pei Cheng's eyes darkened.

The whispered conversation in the room paused for a moment, probably because they heard Hu Xiayun's words.

After a while, a deep male voice sounded in the room, a very familiar voice, but more unfamiliar.

"come in."