make her proud

At six o'clock in the evening, the helicopter landed on the tarmac of the Song family mansion.

It coincides with the late spring cold in the north, and the capital city in February is still bitingly cold.

In the cold wind, the two quickly arrived at the main house.

But there was only the old housekeeper standing there, "Fifth Master."

Fu Yan: "Where is the old lady?"

A pair of old eyes looked at Sheng Congzhi, looked at it for a moment, and then replied, "The old lady asked you to wait here."

Fu Yan looked at the time: "How long will it take?"

Old housekeeper: "The old lady has been feeling slightly ill recently, and Dr. Zhong is treating her."

"It's a medical consultation..." Fu Yan nodded, "Okay, let's wait for a while."

The old butler nodded, turned and left.

……

Go through the corridor, enter a courtyard, and then open the door.

Mrs. Song closed her eyes and leaned on the imperial concubine chair, while the servant behind her helped her press her forehead.

After the old housekeeper reports...

"I know, just wait."

"Yes, old lady."

The old housekeeper retreated more and more.

"By the way." Mrs. Song suddenly spoke, "Turn off the floor heating in the front hall."

The old housekeeper was slightly startled, "Huh?"

The temperature in Beijing dropped sharply today, only 0 degrees.

Mrs. Wu seems to be from Hong Kong like the old lady, right?
It's like spring there all year round, but how can we endure the cold in the north?

I'm afraid I'm going to suffer a lot!
Mrs. Song waved her hand and said, "Go out. Don't bother me again without my instructions."

The meaning of these words was obvious, and the old housekeeper hurriedly bowed his head and left.

Mrs. Song continued to close her eyes and rest.

During this period, the servant also went to exchange for a stick of sandalwood.

Until it was past 7:[-].

After waiting for an hour and a half, it was almost time. Mrs. Song slowly opened her eyes and said, "Help me up and give me that coat."

After being the mistress of the Song family for so many years, elegance has been engraved in her bones. Even if she is dissatisfied with Sheng Congzhi, she must maintain the prestige and dignity of her elders.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived outside, the old housekeeper's expression changed, "Old Madam."

Mrs. Song said, "Go to the front hall."

The old housekeeper frowned, "But madam, the fifth master and his wife have gone back."

There was a moment of condensation in the air.

Mrs. Song asked, "When did you leave?"

Old housekeeper: "...around 6:10."

???

When the housekeeper came to report, it was around 6:[-] in the evening.

In other words, the two people left just after turning off the floor heating?
Mrs. Song: "What did he say?"

The old housekeeper reported: "Fifth Master said that since the old lady is asking Dr. Zhong to see you, they will go back first and let you have a good rest after you are done."

Perhaps because of her bad expression, he quickly continued to add, "But the Fifth Master said that he will stay in the Fifth Courtyard these days. Madam, how about I go and call them over now?"

Mrs. Song turned around and went back to the house.

Old Butler: ...

It's over, the old lady is angry.

But he is innocent. The old lady said not to disturb him, otherwise he would have gone in to report...

In the fifth courtyard on the other side.

After Sheng Congzhi took a hot bath and came out in pajamas, she was hugged by Fu Yan.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Sheng Congzhi shook his head.

So Fu Yan said, "Then let's go to bed?"

Sheng Congzhi was speechless, "What time is it?"

Fu Yan smiled wildly and said, "There is no way. We are in the deep mountains and old forests on the outskirts of Beijing. Apart from the old house of the Song family, there is no place for you to go shopping and enjoy the nightlife. Why don't you sleep?" Sheng Congzhi couldn't help it and raised his head. She kicked him and said, "What if your grandma comes over later..."

"It's impossible for her to come here." Fu Yan rubbed her slender waist ambiguously, "I know her. She is used to being noble in the Song family. How could she come to my yard to look for someone."

"Oh." Sheng Congzhi nodded, "Then you will bring me here?"

Mrs. Song asked them to wait in the front hall, making it clear that she wanted to give her a blow.

It turned out that he was fine. He just waited for 5 minutes and asked her if she was cold.

She just said a few words and took her here without stopping...

In response, Fu Yan said in a disgusting tone, "The capital city is much colder than Yuncheng City, and it is even less comparable to Hong Kong City. If you wait too long and freeze your body, your husband will feel bad for you."

Sheng Congzhi glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid that your grandma will have more objections to me?"

Fu Yan suddenly smiled even more wildly, "I brought you here to let everyone know that you are the future mistress of the Song family. If someone doesn't want to see you, it's because she is not lucky."

Sheng Congzhi: ...

She doesn't like to be conceited, and she's not good at trying to please, so she doesn't really care whether the Song family or Mrs. Song are satisfied with her.

Therefore, although Fu Yan's words were a bit sour, they were indeed pleasant to listen to.

"Why don't you speak?" Fu Yan trailed off, his voice was low, flirtatious and suave, "Do you think your husband is great? He seems to like me more?"

He teased her as usual, but unexpectedly Sheng Congzhi nodded honestly, "Yeah."

On the contrary, Fu Yan was a little surprised, "Huh?"

Sheng Congzhi looked at him, "Actually, you have always been very good, and I have always liked you."

Fu Yan's originally teasing eyes gradually became thicker and his emotions fluctuated. Finally, it turned into a deep smile again, "This seems to be the first time you said you like me."

Even when she said that her first love was him, Sheng Congzhi never said anything about liking her so straightforwardly.

When he heard it at this moment, it was no exaggeration to say that he felt like fireworks were exploding in his heart, and he felt an uncontrollable excitement.

"Don't blame me." Sheng Congzhi raised his eyebrows, "Who told me that I wanted to confess to you back then, but you were held by Xia Zhixi..."

"Baby, it's not appropriate to mention another woman's name at this time." Fu Yan interrupted, then hugged her directly, "At this time, we should enjoy it to the fullest."

Sheng Congzhi: ...

The result of indulgence is a night of indulgence.

When I opened my eyes the next day, "What time is it!"

Fu Yan still had his eyes closed, and he hugged her back into his arms with his big hands, "What's the rush? Let's sleep for a while..."

Sheng Congzhi reached for his cell phone.

It turned out that it was only 6 o'clock in the morning, but the sky was bright outside, and the white outside could be seen through the curtains.

Then click on the weather app and check it out.

"Snowing!"

"Huh?" Fu Yan said, "Is it snowing?"

I didn’t expect it would still snow in February.

then……

In the dining room of the main house, after breakfast was ready, Mrs. Song came in and found...

The old housekeeper hurriedly said: "Fifth Master said that Madam has never seen snow very often and wants to take pictures in the yard, so she won't come over for breakfast."

Mrs. Song's face was gloomy.

When I came back last night, I couldn't even wait for a few minutes before going back to the house.

Don’t you know how to invite me for morning tea today?

She directly ordered, "After breakfast, call Dr. Zhong over and tell him that I have another migraine."

The old butler: "Okay."

The old lady is really arrogant. If you want to see your grandson and grandson's wife, just say so. Can't I just call them over?

Otherwise, go to the Fifth Academy.

Why does a family care about face so much?

But the fifth master is different from other descendants of the Song family. He really doesn't care.

that's it.

On the second day after returning to the Song family, it was snowing heavily. Fu Yan took Sheng Congzhi to visit every scenic spot in the old house, taking photos and videos.

The next day, the snow stopped, and Fu Yan and Sheng Congzhi went skating and ice fishing by the backyard lake again. I heard they caught several big fish.

On the third day, Yu Huihong was called back to her old house by Fu Yan, and they played mahjong all afternoon in the fifth courtyard, laughing and laughing.

……