It's too difficult to fall in love with rewards

Chapter 79 79. The First Beauty of the Chinese Race
Tokyo, Shibuya Ward.

It was a sunny afternoon on the last Sunday in March.

The sky is smoother than silk, and the earth is already bright and colorful. The bright spring light adds a layer of golden color to all things in the world, making them look more beautiful and moving.

Weaving Aoi walked into the gate and walked slowly along the corridor to the inner courtyard.

The vast courtyard under her feet is the Matsudaira family mansion located on a higher ground in Shibuya.

On nearly 14 square meters of private land, there are adjacent pavilions and bright beams, and the construction is extremely exquisite.

Entering through the gate is the spacious front yard, living room and guest room area.

There is a wide artificial lake in the atrium, with a red leaf mountain as the background.

You can row boats in the lake, and there is an artificial island in the lake called "Egret Island".

The lotus on the lake has not yet reached the flowering period, but the wild flowers by the lake have already bloomed small yellow flowers; lanterns are hanging around the lakeshore and the island, and cast-iron cranes guard the three directions of the island, and the one facing east hangs elegantly. , the other two raised their heads to the sky.

Walking in the atrium, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo seems to have disappeared.

Breeze blowing head-on, with the fragrance of green leaves, weaving sunflowers and allowing the wind to blow their long black hair, just admiring the peaceful but full of vitality, the heart is at ease - this is a kind of softness unique to women emotion.

The breeze seemed to blow away all her usual restraints (although she never felt so restrained herself).

A few clouds obscured the sun.

Under the soft shadow, the ancient deep house compound shows its charm.

The butler, immersed in this leisure and comfort, fell into fantasy unknowingly.

She held the young master's hand and walked on the road covered with flowers.

Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, and nature is like a delicate virgin, showing its beautiful appearance wantonly.

On the shore of the lake, in the flower fields, beside the path, looking around, the fresh leaves and grass exude a soft luster, as if covered with a velvet coat, the beauty is indescribable;
The wide lake is decorated with a bright light yellow ribbon, and the water surface is embroidered with small ripples and white waterfowl, just like a young girl dressed up.

"It's so beautiful~"

The young master yawned and narrowed his eyes wearily.

"Yes." The housekeeper said softly, "This is your home."

"My surname is not Songping."

The young master was talking sickly, dragging his feet forward feebly, without any vitality.

The butler was about to say something to refute, when a circular arch appeared on the road ahead.

Inside the high wall, there are luxuriant trees, which completely cover the roof like a forest.

Just looking at the area covered by the green trees, one can guess that the interior of the house must be immeasurably large and the environment is very quiet.

"What's inside?" The young master cheered up a little.

"It's the Songping Inner Courtyard, a mysterious world where no outsiders are allowed to enter." The butler took the young master's hand and quietly looked at the house in front of him. "As long as you come back, everything inside is yours."

The young master stood on tiptoe and asked curiously: "I don't know what kind of beautiful woman lives in such a beautiful house?"

"It's your mother."

"Really? How old is she?"

"Hmm... it should be 38."

"It's ridiculous that a mother who hasn't looked for her child for 12 years lives in a mansion that is so lonely and frightening..." The young master smiled dumbly, turned around and walked in the direction he came from, and said, "When she condescends to meet me, I'll consider coming back..."

A gust of cool wind suddenly blows head-on.

Zhisuo Aoi shivered, and came back to her senses, and found that she, who was immersed in fantasy and unable to extricate herself, had arrived at the gate of the inner courtyard.

Looking at the luxuriant forest inside the round arch, she couldn't help but hugged her arms tightly.

The bright leaves, the sparkling water, and the scenery all reveal vitality, but this house can give people a gloomy feeling even in the summer.

The reason is that the ancestors were cursed, causing any male in this house to die unexpectedly.

This sounds ridiculous, but it is actually happening.

Weaving Aoi has lived here for so many years. Although she is used to the coldness of the inner courtyard, every time she passes through this door from the atrium to the inner courtyard, she feels a sense of discomfort like falling into an ice cellar.

I don't know if the situation will improve if the young master comes back?

The young master is a young man full of masculinity.

Thinking about this, Zhisuo Aoi suddenly felt that her palms were slightly hot.

... The young master's smell still lingers on her body.

She put her palm to the tip of her nose and sniffed.

The mood calmed down a little, and the butler stepped into the archway with tired steps.

The moment he entered the inner courtyard, the temperature dropped by two or three degrees, but weaving Aoi did not feel that discomfort.With the scent of the young master on her body, she felt the cool wind blowing the sleeves of the single shirt, and even felt a little comfortable.

After passing the arch, there is a whole forest with yams planted in the forest.

The path in the forest is a gentle upward slope, and at the end is a torii, with stone steps, stone lanterns, and stone archways on both sides... It is completely built according to the structure of a formal shrine.After crossing the torii, you can see a worship hall dedicated to Amaterasu Omisami.

Amaterasu Omikami is the supreme god representing the sun.

Even though the Supreme God could not dispel the gloomy atmosphere in the house, many people still came to worship every day.

In front of the worship hall is a row of spectacular wisteria racks.

Every year when the wisteria is in full bloom, Mrs. Yu likes to rest under the wisteria trellis.Her noble face, which was carefully groomed even when she was sleeping, was covered with wisteria flower shadows, as if the shadow of a supreme god was attached to the madam's body... In the eyes of the housekeeper, Madam Yu's demeanor can be compared to that of a great god.

Orisaku Aoi's mood gradually calmed down.

He didn't feel particularly happy or unhappy, and walked steadily through the hall of worship.

The sky above the head suddenly darkened, and the thick clouds were low, and it seemed that there might be a shower.But she didn't notice it, she walked at the same pace, maybe she was thinking about something, her eyebrows frowned as if thinking.

Bypassing the temple, it is a series of independent small courtyards.

The end of the lake is also here, the ground is covered with white sand, dotted with some stepping stones just right, all the way to the lake.All kinds of flowers and plants are planted on the winding path, and a group of women are chatting in the yard, playing shamisen.

women...

There are countless women living in this mansion.

Except for a small number of people surnamed Songping, most of them are servants.

Here in the inner courtyard, there are more rules.

Zhisuo bent slightly, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and walked all the way deep.

In the blink of an eye, it has been 17 years since I came here, and 17 years are like a day... I think back to the time when I just graduated, as if it was still yesterday.

At that time, all the relatives around her said: With your ability, it is a pity to be a servant.

With such an outstanding appearance, as long as the thick black hair is combed into a tall Shimada bun, with good knowledge, she will definitely be able to marry into a wealthy family and become a rich wife. How about such a fiercely fighting big family as a servant?
After such a long time, I am afraid that even Aoi Iori herself may not know the reason why she chose to come to Matsudaira's house back then.

Yes, yes, although she does not come from a Chinese family, her father is a university professor and her mother is a ballet choreographer. She can be regarded as a girl who grew up in a scholarly family.With a relaxed but not simple family education, she has cultivated an interest in reading and dancing since she was a child. She could hold one or two English books in her arms and read non-stop since she was in elementary school. She danced ballet very beautifully.

At the age of 20, he graduated from Dongda University.

At that time, she was still very proud and arrogant, and she still clearly remembers that even if she wanted to get married, she had to be married by a man.

Although there are many people attracted by her looks, there are many promising young bachelors and talented young painters among them.

However, she was still unwilling to be bound by the tradition of marriage, and she wanted to show off her intelligence and intelligence, so she turned her head to the UK for a period of time to study drama and ballet.

Regarding the future, she actually has no clear plans.

It would be a good choice to become a female lecturer in college like my father, or to choreograph and direct ballet like my mother.At that time, her body was still very slender, and her temperament was just like her slender body. She didn't have the strong strength to fight against the secular world for a long time.

No matter what you encounter, you can face it with enthusiasm at the beginning.

But soon she will wither like a flower, exhausting all her strength.

After staying in the UK for less than a year, she returned to Japan disheartened because she could not adapt to the foreign environment and the ubiquitous invisible discrimination.For a month after returning home, she was thinking about this matter. Why did she, a weak woman, spend her precious youth alone in this city of fame and fortune?

Fame, status, power, decency...

Such vague concepts have been stirring her mind and making her restless.

A month later, a college classmate came to my door.

——Matsudaira Kiyohime.

It was a gloomy, overcast winter afternoon.

She remembered very clearly that as soon as the lady in black kimono appeared, the whole room was illuminated as if the sun had descended.The noble lady showed enough respect to her. After a heart-to-heart conversation, she ignored the dissuasion of her family, packed her luggage and came to Songping's house with her that night.

Since then, Madam still maintains the dazzling luster of the sun.

And she who followed Madam became Madam's shadow.

At Songping's house, she was inseparable from her wife; when she left Songping's house, she represented her wife's will, and she could enjoy respectful hospitality wherever she went.

The sense of burnout when she just graduated made her lazy for a long time.

After entering Matsudaira's house, the desire for fame and fame that had cooled down was ignited again.

She made mistakes, improved, and accumulated learnings in this big house. Step by step, she climbed to the highest position that a person with a foreign surname can sit on; except that she needs to be respectful in front of Mrs. Yu, if she is serious, she doesn't have to treat anyone well. complexion.

Up to now, status and wealth are not lacking for her.

But as she was about to turn four, the feeling of idleness and burnout that had just graduated from school returned to her.

For a long time, she mechanically arranged the people under her to do things, walked and chatted with her wife, and then wandered in the yard like a wild cat in the sunset alone, living a life as rigid as an engraving.

It's easy to get carried away in this situation.

Weaving Aoi, who graduated from a prestigious university, is no exception.

At night, I began to toss and turn, unable to sleep, and the number of melancholy and hazy memories of my youth became more and more frequent.

The scenes of the past came vividly before my eyes-what if the bachelor and the painter agreed when they proposed to him?Compared with the current appearance, which one is happier?
In fact, she is not dissatisfied with the status quo, but certain things are always hanging in the air, and it seems that she has cut off hope.

When she was still young, when someone of the opposite sex offered her sincere love, although she flatly refused, she could indeed feel an indescribable pride and pride in her heart, thinking that this was a great reward for a woman.

However, after entering Matsudaira's house, she never had any relationship with the opposite sex.

This is an extremely old and conservative family, coupled with a gloomy curse, there is no contact with men in daily life.During the twenty to thirty years when flowers bloom most beautifully, her fragrant and soft heart has no time to describe her feelings for men, and she has never even been alone with men.

But even if there was, at that time she would definitely reply with a haughty attitude without hesitation that she had no time to think about that kind of thing.

Now nearly forty years old.

I finally started thinking about those things, but it was too late.

As the housekeeper of the Songping Inner Courtyard, there is no family that is worthy of her and can reassure his wife and allow her to marry.

And she couldn't condescend to marry.

Knowing too much about the inside story of the Songping family, she couldn't go to a family that couldn't give her shelter. Otherwise, before the enemies of the Songping family found her, the madam would have solved her problem.

The only hope in front of her is that there will be a boy in Songping's family...

She hadn't even thought about this possibility before.

However, when Madam mentioned the name "Qingxian", the fire of desire that had been suppressed for more than [-] years finally took revenge on her with a fiercer burning...

"Master~"

Zhizuokui sniffed the palm of his hand greedily.

The strong fragrance of flowers that kept blowing seemed to arouse some kind of emotion that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, making her immersed in it unconsciously.In the second half of last night, she had actually started dreaming. When she suddenly woke up from the dream, the traces of the dream made her change into new underwear in shame, and she tossed and turned until dawn, unable to fall asleep again.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

Looking up at the gloomy sky, Orisakuoi muttered to herself.

"The young master is small, but it is enough, but you have to hide it from your wife. Three years, three years, two births are not a big problem..." On the way back to the room, she touched several times with her fingertips. Under the swollen breasts and plump buttocks, "With my healthy body, it would be a waste if I don't raise a few outstanding offspring like me..."

Back in the bedroom, she took off her casual clothes.

The self in the mirror has a towering and magnificent snow mountain, waiting to be stepped on and conquered.After admiring it for a long time, she slowly put on and took out the black pantyhose, bent over and put them on her legs, and when she got up, she raised her crotch with both hands to adjust the position.

Immediately afterwards, she put on a black uniform that was close to the skin, outlining her indescribable figure.

After putting on these, she pressed her hands back, pressed her butt wrapped in a tight skirt, and sat down gently.

"Squeak~"

The chair made the sound of being overwhelmed.

"Speaking of which, Madam has been under my nose for so many years. Where can I find a chance to give birth to the young master? She has never been touched by a man, and she has never been pregnant in October. Why do you suddenly say that Ah Qing is my son? ..."

Confused and muttering to herself, Orisaku Aoi took out a pair of thin black high-heeled shoes from the shoe cabinet.

Although they were not the pair used to rub the young master's ankles last time, they were also black and red-soled, mysterious and sexy.

"Hey, I don't know if Ma'am has been lonely all these years..."

Those little black silk feet, with slightly retracted toes, were slipped into the shoes.She crossed her legs sideways, took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to the young master.

[Kui: Aunt Kui's black silk is beautiful? 】

The bad housekeeper who seduced the young master had a sly smile in those cat pupils.

Soon a message from the young master was received on the phone.

[Clear: 10 points for touching, 0 points for not touching. 】

[Kui: Master, do you really want to eat the housekeeper? 】

【Aoi: If you want to eat, hurry home...】

[Qing: No time. 】

[Aoi: Are you still busy with Tachibana's affairs? 】

[Qing: That's right, tomorrow is the press conference, I have to win this battle!Otherwise, I will be manipulated by Mrs. Sakura! 】

[Kui: Do you need Aunt Kui's help? 】

【Qing: I also don't want to be manipulated by you. 】

【Clear: Ultra Flying Kick.jpg】

"Haha~"

Zhizuo Kui laughed so hard that the flower branches trembled.

The young master is so cute... She thought to herself, a little man is the most suitable for being beaten to the bone by a horny old woman.

Putting the phone away, weaving Aoi's seductive water snake waist slightly twisted, got up and walked out of her bedroom.

Walking along the corridor to Madam's residence, all the servants I met along the way stopped and walked to salute.Occasionally some whispers came to her ears, most of them praised her appearance, and those who didn't speak all had expressions of envy and admiration.

She was indeed one of the prettiest of the innumerable women in the house.

The OL attire based on dark black and the tight skirt with narrow edges tightly set off her overly curvaceous figure;
Black hair as long as a crow like a waterfall slowly falls down to the legs, black, long, straight...a slightly round oval face, with small gold-rimmed glasses, and a slight sense of alienation in his eyes
The butler walking in the shadow of the setting sun has a lonely and feminine beauty.

——and her icy expression accentuated the hair-raising beauty.

Of course Aoi Weaving knows this.

But there is nothing she can do about this, the curse will be broken only when there is a healthy man in this family; the women trapped in the cage, including her, can be truly liberated.

Turning around a corridor, Zhisuo Aoi came to the main room of the house.

The main house is facing the lake, and there is a terrace extending to the lake. My wife often enjoys the cool air alone on the terrace.

Aoi Weaving knocked lightly on the door.

"Just came back from Kamakura?"

This voice is like the sunshine of summer.

In the noble and solemn voice, there is a little bit of magnetism, which can attract everyone who has heard it and sink into it.

"Yes." Zhizuokui replied, "I just came back, madam."

"come in."

Weaving Aoi gently opened the door and entered the house.

A few pairs of indoor shoes were placed in the slightly dark wooden-framed old entrance. The butler kicked off the high heels, put his little feet into the indoor shoes immediately, and walked in.

Madam Yu's residence is very spacious and bright.

The decor is Western, with crystal-carved chandeliers hanging from four-story-high ceilings flanked by sleek, immaculate marble stairs leading upstairs.But the furniture is in the simple style of thick lacquered paulownia wood, full of the delicate, slender and elegant flavor of Showa Kamakura style.

The white silk curtains, the golden decoration on the fireplace, the frame on the portrait, everything is perfect, elegant and neat; a woman who can design her home so poetically must be a passionate and intelligent lady of a famous family.

"Have you prepared your residence in Kamakura?" Madam Yu asked with her back turned to her.

"It's ready." Weaving Aoi came behind his wife, "I chose an izakaya in front of the school, and I plan to live there as the proprietress."

"That's fine." Madam Yu nodded slightly, "The young master is just growing up, you can take care of his diet."

"clear."

Orisori Aoi looked at his wife's back.

The woman with her back facing her has glossy black hair that is knotted on the top of her head; a few strands of black hair, like a rebellious son, escaped playfully from the bun, and fell on her plump, white and tender neck, teasing her cheeks mischievously. Skin as delicate as milk.

In Zhisuo Aoi's impression, the lady's hair has never been loose.

Whether at home or outside, her gorgeous blue hair will be coiled into a dignified and elegant lady's bun; with light makeup and matte matte red lipstick, the lady at any time will make people feel Even the toes are untouchable goddesses.
Boom!

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder outside the window.

Brewing an afternoon of rain, drifting down.

Madam Yu looked down at the document, seemingly unaware of the extremely darkened light in the room.

"Ma'am, let me turn on the light."

Orisuo Aoi knelt down and turned on the orange reading light on the table.

"When you go back to Kamakura, bring some white venison to Yue Ji." Madam Yu said flatly, "She has been in poor health, and white venison helps to replenish qi and blood. If you can, try to recuperate as much as possible. Run to the hospital."

"clear."

Weaving Aoi answered with a bow.

Her eyes fell on the drum knot of the lady's kimono belt.

The gold-rimmed kimono on a black background is embroidered with white cranes, as if dancing in the dim light.

She recalled the day when Madam invited her to Matsudaira's house. She was dressed in a traditional kimono with black and gold trim, which covered her plump and plump figure. Afraid, it hasn't changed at all compared to now...

"what happened to you?"

The beautiful woman who was looking down at the document slowly raised her head.

In an instant, in Zhi Zuo Kui's eyes, the lady's bright and plump snow-white forehead was printed. That beautiful whiteness is like the snow on the top of the mountain covered by clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time. This kind of pure and pure beauty makes even a woman tremble. Heartbroken.

Weaving Aoi is a rare beauty in the world.

But in front of Madam, she also felt ashamed.

"Madam, I'm thinking..." Weaving Aoi lowered her head slightly, "Master's studies should also be carefully tutored. I can be a teacher for him at school during the day and take care of his daily life at night. What do you think?"

"Oh?"

Madam Yu smiled lightly.

She was still sitting upright, but turned half of her face slightly to the side, and looked at the housekeeper with a slight smile.A few strands of ethereal temple hair flicked down from that upright fair cheek, and a little fire-like brilliance shone in the slender phoenix eyes...

Orisaku Aoi couldn't help but feel her heart clenched tightly by her gaze.

She could feel that Madam's gaze pierced through the flesh and blood, as if she had peeped into her soul.

Just a half-smiling look in the eyes can make people's heartbeat stop and breathing difficult... The number one beauty of the Chinese race is so domineering.

"Ma'am, I said something wrong." Zhisuo Aoi hurriedly lowered her head.

"What kind of wrong words are these?" Madam Yu looked down at the document again, "Since you have such a heart, just do it. I recognize your ability, and it would be great to have you watching Ah Qing's studies. It's only during the day You have to work hard at night and night, and I think it's too tiring for you."

"I'm not tired."

Aoi Weaving with her head down took a long breath.

"Have you checked out the Orange's financial situation?"

"It's been cleared up. The debts you know about, madam, will soon be filled with the remaining assets of the Kiy Tokugawa family. What is more urgent is the [-] million yen owed to the Tachibana family, and the medical treatment that Mrs. Tachibana needs. cost."

"Where's that little girl from Jushi?"

"He's a detective, and he's currently investigating the case of Lihua Jun's disappearance with Ah Qing."

"How did they find out?"

Madam Yu's indifferent voice suddenly became interested.

"I don't know yet, but the young master said he would attend tomorrow's press conference, and he looks very confident..." Weaving Aoi raised his head slightly, looking at the charming beauty spot on the corner of Madam's mouth, "Madam will Want to watch it?"

"No."

"Aoi understands."

"No!"

Madam Yu suddenly changed her mind again.

"Xiao Wei refused to come back at Yue Ji's place. I'll go to Kamakura tomorrow to see what's going on." Mrs. Yu yawned lightly and said, a trace of laziness quietly appeared in her noble eyebrows and eyes. "As for the young master, just take a look."

"I'll make arrangements."

Aoi Weaving nodded.

"He should have met Ying Ji, right?"

"I saw it at the funeral."

"Sakura Ji has always thought that I caused Yue Ji's health to deteriorate over the years, so she must have spoken ill of me in front of Qing."

As a servant, don't talk about the master's affairs... Zhi Zuo Kui bowed her head and said in a low voice: "The young master is talented and intelligent, and he can tell the truth from the false."

Madam Yu nodded lightly: "I hope so."

Weaving Aoi hesitated, and said cautiously: "The young master told me that Mrs. Sakura seemed to have some kind of agreement with him in the case of Tachibana Jun. My guess is that if the young master can't solve the case alone, the What will be blackmailed by Mrs. Sakura."

"I see, it's not surprising..." Madam Yu's voice was ethereal, her expression seemed to be recalling something, "Sakura Ji's character is like this, as a sister, I can't scold her. She plotted against the young master, and she just wanted to provoke her." The relationship between the young master and me, there must be no bad intentions for the young master himself, let her go."

Zhisuokui said respectfully: "Madam is very thoughtful, nothing can escape your eyes."

"So many people flatter me, I'm the only one who can listen to yours." Madam Yu smiled faintly, she was so beautiful.

Zhisuokui raised her head slightly, and asked softly, "What if the young master praises you?"

"That's naturally a good thing. As a mother, there should be no mother who doesn't want to be admired by her children..." Madam Yu said, yawned a long time, and stretched herself in front of the housekeeper.

When she was outside, she wore loose kimonos and never showed off her beautiful figure.

Only in private, when facing the other two wives or the housekeeper who loves sisters, will they wear more close-fitting clothes.At this time, she was stretching her body under the ambiguous orange light, her clothes were tightly attached to the curves that were as arrogant as her demeanor, and she was so stunning that Zhisuo Aoi couldn't look away.

Madam is usually so dignified that no one can approach her.

But at this time, she has a rare look of a lazy beauty, she is too coquettish and dazzling.

Zhisuo Aoi really wanted to take a picture of this scene and send it to the young master.

Then, she will use all her life's tenderness to coax the young master, let the young master treat her as his wife, and then punish her...

"By the way..." Mrs. Yu seemed to have remembered something, and in an instant she talked about her lazy demeanor, and regained her graceful demeanor, "What is Mrs. Orange's illness?"

"It is drug-resistant tuberculosis, which is more difficult to cure."

"When you go to the storeroom to get the white venison meat for Yue Ji, ask someone to grab some medicine." Mrs. Yu couldn't hear any emotion in her words, and her expression was also clueless, "I was Ah Qing's mother anyway, I accept her For her love, give her back her health."

"Yes, ma'am." Zhizuokui replied, "Is it Madam who gave it to the young master herself or am I handing it over?"

"Give it to him."

"Ma'am, it's not that I don't want to..."

"Ok?"

Madam Yu turned her head to look at her.

Those terrifying long and narrow phoenix eyes, slightly squinted, looked even more imposing.

"Since you regard the young master as a son in your heart, why don't you tell the young master clearly?" Zhi Zuokui asked curiously, "If the young master calls other women mother, after a long time, I'm afraid your position in her heart will be very difficult. It’s hard to compare to Mrs. Orange.”

"This matter, heh, I have no experience with my son..." Mrs. Yu smiled with some emotion.

In front of others, she would definitely not talk about this.

But after all, Zhisuo Aoi is her personal maid who has been with her for 17 years. In her heart, Zhisuo Aoi is more trustworthy than anyone surnamed Matsudaira, and she can talk to her heart-if she knows that her best friend is there Missing her son is probably another matter.

These words stirred up waves in Weaving Aoi's heart.

This woman with great wealth and power in her hands, the number one beauty of the Chinese race who can make countless people rich or bankrupt with one order, is actually like an ordinary lady, worrying about how to get along with her son... The wife is both daughters, and they are firmly bound together. What will be the fate of the two of us in the future?
There was a little sympathy and a little sadness in Weaving Aoi's heart.

"Hey, by the way, what do you think of Ah Qing?" Madam Yu suddenly looked back at her.

"Young master, of course there is nothing to say." Zhi Zuo Kui also smiled, "You are elegant, smart, and versatile."

"After all, he is my son." Mrs. Yu laughed.

That happy laughter made people's bones crisp.

Zhisuo Aoi said deliberately: "And he is very well-behaved and sensible."

"That's not good!"

Madam Yu frowned slightly.

Zhisuo Aoi, who has been with her all year round, can already touch her mind.

If Ah Qing was a bad boy, the wife might not be so distressed - she would use her domineering skills to have a head-to-head competition with her son, and make him succumb to her feet.

After all, Madam has never been a mother, and her personality is still so strong, how can she put down her face and use gentleness to make Ah Qing sink.

But if Ah Qing is well-behaved and sensible, the wife will be helpless.

Weaving Aoi knows how softness can overcome rigidity, so she has been lying, emphasizing the fact that "the young master is eager to return to the Matsudaira family".

The purpose is simple.

The later the madam brings the young master back, the more time she will enjoy exclusively with the young master.

"Kui, you should cultivate the young master's masculinity well." Madam Yu slowly turned around and looked at him directly, "The man of my Songping family must be the domineering man who never changes his face when the mountain collapses in front of him."

I will tame him when he becomes domineering... Miss Qing Ji said quietly to herself.

Perhaps it was because she was full of confidence. When she said this, Madam Yu was in high spirits, and her charm was so overwhelming that no one could resist.

Weaving Aoi felt her breathing and heartbeat stop again.

Back then, she was attracted by the charm of her personality, so she followed his wife to Songping's house without hesitation. Now that she has been together for many years, even though she is both a daughter, she will often be irresistibly addicted to the charm of his wife middle.

"Madam, you are too domineering..." Weaving Aoi said with some admiration, "If you were a man, you would have broken the curse of the Matsudaira family long ago."

"No problem."

Madam Yu flicked her sleeve domineeringly.

"My son will break it!"

boom!
The lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating that gorgeous face, with the beauty of looking down on the world.

"Yeah, Master Qing will break it..." Zhizuokui said quietly, the heart that wanted to steal something became more and more eager.

(End of this chapter)