Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

Mother Shen's accusing voice made Shen Ji's already unhappy face grow darker.

"Aji..." Just as she was talking, Shen's mother suddenly coughed, with a look of pain on her face, "Dad, mom...are you even remotely sorry for me?"

"Guizi, have you forgotten how I am lame in this leg?" Father Shen slapped his right leg that had no feeling and said loudly, "If you hadn't provoked Duke Qi in the examination room, how could I have been beaten by his men? Like this?"

"That year, I even spent the money to treat my leg so that you could study. At the end of the day, is this how you repay your parents?"

Seeing this usual trick again, Shen Ji's strong shoulders finally collapsed. He suppressed the emotions in his heart and said in a deep voice, "After so many years, my parents still haven't made any progress at all."

Father Shen was stunned, his face as dark as ink, "What do you want to say?"

"How many times at night have I been awakened. In my dreams, my parents have been surrounding me, saying this." Shen Ji smiled bitterly, but he had no choice but to say, "If anything goes against my parents' wishes, my mother will cry." The second time he made trouble and the third time he hanged himself, dad used his lameness to suppress me and force me to submit."

"I never took the initiative to provoke Qi Chong. He was jealous of me and that's why he did this."

"I have been a scholar for a long time. I taught in Dongcheng. I saved a sum of money and handed it over to my father. I wanted you to have your leg treated. But you didn't want to and had to buy wine to drink. That's when the root of the disease came to light."

A trace of self-mockery flashed in Shen Ji's eyes, he lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "My parents have always said that they have given everything for me, but over the years, I have bought books by myself, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, even the ones I gave them when I was a child. The teacher’s bundles were all given to me secretly by my grandmother.”

"Father, mother, my son will not live in your mouth forever. I will not marry Gu Sisi, nor do I need any maids to serve me, let alone stay under your noses."

Shen Ji made up his mind and frowned, "From now on, I won't come to the old house often. My son has really had enough of being manipulated by others."

After saying this, Shen Ji turned around slowly and was about to leave.

"Aji! You..."

"Old madam, old madam, what's wrong with you?"

Qinglian's exclamation came to his ears, and Shen Ji paused for only a moment, but still walked forward.

"Son, I have raised you in vain!"

Father Shen's curses resounded throughout the Shen family. Shen Ji ignored it and quickly walked out of the house.

Dusk is getting darker, and there are only a few shops with lanterns hanging on the street. The little bits of light are barely enough to see the road under your feet.

Wen Mo walked slowly on the street, wandering aimlessly, carrying a very light bag and only two or three pieces of clothes.

It's funny to say that he has been in the Shen family for so many years and his luggage only has these things.

It was winter, and the wind fell on my face like a razor blade, causing pain.

Wen Mo wrapped her clothes tightly, randomly chose a shop with lights, and sat on the stone steps outside. Holding her chin, she stared blankly at the waning moon in the sky, and murmured, "I don't know if Mr. can get his wish." Seeing Mrs. Hou..."

"Wen Mo."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to his ears. Wen Mo stiffened suddenly and turned his head subconsciously. He happened to see the man's figure at the end of the street.

Shen Ji came under the moonlight, carrying large and small boxes in his hands, with an angry look on his handsome face, and his thin lips slightly opened, "Wen Mo?"

"First... sir?" Wen Mo grabbed the cloth in front of his body and couldn't believe his eyes.

"It's really you." Hearing Wen Mo's voice, Shen Ji's anxious heart finally dropped. He walked slowly to him and looked at him with lowered eyes. "He left without saying a word. On weekdays, Where is that chaotic energy?" The sir's unique yin and yang aura came into my ears again. I sighed when I heard the ink, and the suppressed grievance in my heart doubled in an instant, "Sir... why are you here looking for me?"

"If I don't look for you, will I just watch you freeze to death on the street?" Shen Ji looked at the clothes on his body, his brows knitted into a knot, he took off his cloak and threw it on him, and said calmly, "Put it on."

"This is against the rules!" Wen Mo was shocked, shook his head and said, "It's very cold today. Sir, hurry up and put on your clothes. You have to go see Mrs. Hou tomorrow, so don't get sick!"

Seeing that he was still thinking about himself at this time, Shen Ji's eyebrows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Your husband is not so easy to freeze to death, but you, your face is bruised after walking for so long in thin clothes." ”

"But sir..."

"This is the master's order."

Wen Mo was about to refuse, but when he heard his husband's words, he paused and obediently wrapped the cloak around his body.

Wen Mo buried his face in his fur collar. The gentleman's coat was extremely warm and had a light fragrance. It was all a small trick to attract Madam Hou.

No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was stiff, but suddenly a strange cooing sound came to mind.

Shen Ji was stunned, raised his eyes to the top of his head, frowned and asked, "Where did the bird come from? How could it make such a cry?"

Wen Mo weakly raised his hand and whispered, "Sir, it's... the little stomach is growling..."

Shen Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the belly he was holding. He sighed softly, sat on the steps with him, opened the box on the side, took out two pastries and put them into his hands, "Eat it."

Seeing her husband take out the snacks like a magic trick, Wen Mo's eyes lit up and he reached out to take them, "Where did you get these, sir?"

Shen Ji raised his lips, with a smile in his tone, "I bought it from Wenxiangzhai. It was originally given to my wife. I want you to taste it first."

"That little one is a blessing." Wen Mo cheered and took a big bite. The aroma of the pastry reverberated in his mouth, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth. Wen Mo couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "It has to be an old signature, expensive. It’s expensive!”

Shen Ji had no choice but to shake his head and chuckle, his eyes falling on several wooden boxes nearby.

Wen Mo's cheeks were bulging and he said vaguely, "Sir, when will you go back?"

Shen Ji glanced at him and whispered, "Where are you going back?"

"The Shen family." Wen Mo thought he had met her by chance and urged him to go back, "It's so late and Mr. is still outside. I'm afraid the old lady will tell me."

Shen Ji looked at him with deep eyes and said calmly, "I won't go back, and I won't go back in the future."

Wen Mo was stunned, obviously not expecting this result, "Why...why?"

Shen Ji ignored him, picked up the box on the ground, and walked slowly to the other side. The wind carried his voice behind him.

"I bought a house in Xicheng a long time ago, and now I still need a housekeeper..."

Wen Mo suddenly came back to his senses, looking at the man's slender figure, his nose felt sore, he hurriedly stuffed the remaining half of the pastry into his mouth, grabbed the luggage roll, and called the master in front of him with a loud voice.

"Sir, the younger ones are the best for housekeeping!"