First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 182 Give Her Her Husband

By the time Song Zixun came back from Mrs. Fu's dinner, it was already very late.

Du Rongzhi just came out of the shower and was sitting in front of the dressing table.At the side, Qing He dug some ointment and spread it on her face, while behind her, Nurse An took a handkerchief and twisted her hair.

While wringing it, Mother An continued to mutter, "Young Madam is too willful...I have to wash my hair at this time, and if I can't do it, I will go to bed. I will have a headache when I get older..."

Du Rongzhi bent the corners of her lips, and said coquettishly, "Isn't there a nanny to help me with this, besides, she won't be able to sleep for a while..."

Nanny An glared at her angrily, and was about to speak when she heard a greeting from outside.

Du Rongzhi turned her head and exchanged glances with Nanny An quickly.

Nanny An hurriedly handed the veil to Qing He, straightened Du Rongzhi's black hair, and tied it up with a jade hairpin... Then Song Zixun opened the curtain and came in from the outside.

Du Rongzhi hurriedly stood up to meet him, and said with a smile, "Your master is back?"

"Hmm." Song Zixun glanced at her casually, only to see that his wife was wearing a light blue pajamas embroidered with dark patterns of plum blossoms, her small face was as white and tender as an egg that had been peeled off its shell.There was a sweet smile on the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction with what happened tonight.

Song Zixun looked away and said calmly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Du Rongzhi smiled, "I just took a shower, wrung my hair and I'm going to sleep." She asked him with a smile, "How is sister Fu's dinner? Is she still vomiting very badly?"

Song Zixun sat down on the kang and said intentionally, "It's okay. Maybe the food served tonight suits her appetite, but she never vomited."

Du Rongzhi smiled and nodded, and while ordering people to go down to prepare hot water, she said, "I also heard that sister Fu is full of praise for the craftsmanship of the Jinglin family..."

Song Zixun nodded slightly, "It's really good." He stopped talking.

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips, went to the table and poured him a cup of hot tea, brought it over and sat down beside him, "It stands to reason that Sister Fu admires the craftsmanship of Jinglin's family and is willing to praise her. Blessing." Du Rongzhi paused, saw Song Zixun open the lid of the bowl, eating slowly, and continued, "It's just that the Jinglin family has been with my mother before, and later came to our Duke's mansion, and has been in charge of the concubine's body. If you talk about my concubine's likes, dislikes and taboos, she knows very well, but I'm afraid she doesn't know much about sister Fu." Du Rongzhi looked at Song Zixun with a serious expression, "If it's normal At that time, these were nothing, but Sister Fu is pregnant now, and the most important time to be careful about diet is, if it is according to my concubine's wishes, it would be safer to use someone she is used to... I don't know about this What do you think?"

Song Zixun listened quietly, but did not speak immediately.

Earlier, it was because he was angry with Du Rongzhi that he deliberately said that in front of Mrs. Fu. Looking back later, Song Zixun actually regretted it a long time ago - he knew a little about his cousin's temper. At that time, she once framed Du Rongzhi because there was something in the soup she was not suitable for eating. Now that she is pregnant and thinks that he is backing her, who knows if it will get worse in the future...

Song Zixun looked at his wife's peaceful and tranquil face under the light, and when the words came to his lips, he turned a corner and pretended to be stupid, "Since she has been in charge of the kitchen for many years and has won the trust of her mother-in-law, I don't think she will even care about this." You can't handle small things well...you are worrying too much." After speaking, he looked at Du Rongzhi with an upright look and a bit of difficulty.

For some reason, for a moment, he suddenly wanted to know—after peeling off the docile and magnanimous shell, what kind of self is Du Rongzhi hiding...?
In the past, I often heard Yu Zhanyan complain that as long as he hired a girl, Mrs. Cen would either cry or clamor to go back to her mother's house.

What about her, what is she thinking?

He thought that after more than a year of getting along, even if they didn't have nothing to say between them, they should know each other very well... But now looking back, except when she gave birth to Guan'er, she had aborted herself because of dystocia. Showing strong helplessness and dependence, at any other time, Du Shi almost never showed a moment of weakness in front of him—even when his daughter was seriously ill and he arrived the next day, he never did.

She is always so gentle and calm, generous and decent.It seemed that no matter what he did, or didn't do, she felt reasonable and appropriate: she could deal with any situation, even if it wasn't her right—it didn't need him to worry about it.

But this kind of virtuous, magnanimous, resigned attitude... made him so damn uncomfortable!
Even if she had a fight with him like other women... Isn't it like this for ordinary couples?Cen once even scratched Yu Zhanyan's neck for a pregnant girl!
But she just doesn't seem to care about anything...

The attention he got from her wasn't even worth a cook at home!
Does she regard him as her husband, as a lover who will rely on and join hands for a lifetime?

Song Zixun became more and more irritable - he knew that he was making trouble for no reason, people who should be angry and aggrieved smiled sweetly, but here he was aggrieved and depressed... But he just couldn't control himself.

The feeling of not being depended on or cared about was too bad...so bad that it terrified him.

Song Zixun's eyes were still staring at Du Rongzhi coldly, as if as long as she dared to say a reason, he could immediately refute it the next moment.

Du Rongzhi didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly attack him, her habitual smile froze after hearing his words, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but they fell down when they looked at him.

This man...why is he so cheap? !

As expected, she was blind in her previous life to treat such a bastard as a treasure...

Du Rongzhi bowed her head and remained silent for a long time, until Song Zixun thought that this was the end of the matter, and then she heard her ask softly, "If I say it, I don't want the Jinglin family to serve her..." Her The voice was so soft that when Song Zixun suspected that he had heard it wrong just now, he saw her raise her head and said with red eyes, "I don't want to lend someone to her, can I?"

Song Zixun frowned, and was about to speak, when Du Rongzhi said in a choked voice, "The concubine has already given her her husband, so why should she even give half of the cook to her now?"

Suspicion, temptation, depression, anxiety, anger all night... It seems that at this moment, he finally found an outlet.

Song Zixun suddenly leaned forward, wrapped her in his arms with his long arms, and said in a low voice, "Why did you assign me to her? That's not right."

(End of this chapter)