Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Shen Xiuwan clenched her hands unconsciously.

Even though she no longer loves him, her heartstrings still tremble when she hears his name again after a few months, as if her body instinctively remembers the pain caused to her by the seven-year failed marriage. .

She lowered her eyes to avoid Bai Yuanjing's gaze, raised her hand to tuck the broken hair around her ears, and tried to make her voice sound calm and calm: "He should be married to Miss Zhou now, right?"

"Do you want him to marry Miss Zhou?"

"How should I answer this?" Shen Xiuwan forced out a smile in embarrassment, "I have no deep grudge against him, and he is Shuangshuang's father. I naturally hope that he can be happy. But as an ex-wife, I need to be calm and magnanimous. , wishing him and his new love to get married is indeed a very difficult thing. Dean Bai, I am a contradictory person, I hope he lives well, but I also hope he lives poorly. "

Bai Yuanjing laughed: "All men and women in the world are probably such contradictory people."

For example, when he was in Yanjing, he hoped that Shen Xiuwan and Jincheng would have a happy marriage, but every time he saw Shen Xiuwan crying because of love, he selfishly hoped that they would divorce soon.

After he said this, he went downstairs to eat at He Biqing's urging.

Shen Xiuwan bit her lip.

This man is really...

What he just said was only half of the conversation, and he didn't make it clear whether Jincheng and Miss Zhou were married.

He Biqing and Yu Ma cooked a large table of dishes.

He Biqing personally served Bai Yuanjing a bowl of fish head and tofu soup: "That girl Awan didn't tell us what kind of food you like to eat, Dean Bai, so we had to make homemade dishes casually. If you are not good at cooking, you Don’t be ridiculous! I’ll ask Awan to treat you to a restaurant tomorrow at noon.”

"Auntie, you're welcome. I'll just come."

Bai Yuanjing took the soup bowl and took the initiative to fill the soup for He Biqing and Shen Xiuwan.

He Biqing was extremely satisfied with him. She was busy picking up food for him the whole time, smiling from ear to ear: "It's hard for you to miss Awan. You come all the way to our house, so just stay at home for a few days."

"Mom," Shen Xiuwan had just picked up a pea shoot and immediately stopped her after hearing this, "Dean Bai is here to hold an academic exchange meeting. He has serious business to do."

"You can stay for two days," Bai Yuanjing said generously, "It happens that my teacher's descendants live in the north of the city, and I want to visit them."

Bai Yuanjing was willing to stay the night, and He Biqing was so happy that she quickly sent Tingfang to boil water for bathing, and prepared a room for him upstairs, including all the bedding, pillowcases, slippers, and towels were replaced with new ones.

When Shen Xiuwan was helping wash the dishes in the kitchen, He Biqing said with a smile: "Awan, I see that Dean Bai seems to like you very much, you have to hold him tight!"

Shen Xiuwan shook her head.

He Biqing was puzzled: "What?"

"He is the eldest son of the Bai family. The Bai family and the Fu family are the same powerful families." Shen Xiuwan lowered her head to wash the dishes, "Mom, don't tell me that I don't want to get married now. Even if I get married, I don't want to marry into a family like that again."

In the past, when I was young and naive, I could not see the class, wealth, and poverty, and thought that sincerity could overcome all difficulties.

Now I know that there is a reason why the saying "a rich family to a wealthy family, a bamboo family to a bamboo family" in marriage has been circulated for so many years.

She was a girl who came from a poor family. She couldn't stand the infighting between her sisters-in-law, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and couldn't handle the twists and turns of a powerful family.

In that seven-year marriage in which the man and woman were not matched, she had suffered enough. She just wants to live a peaceful and peaceful life now, so that her heart will no longer be noisy and overflowing for anyone.

But when he learned that Bai Yuanjing's father was a high-ranking official, He Biqing's eyes lit up.

She said: "Isn't that good? Your dad is thinking that you have lost your marriage to the Fu family. Your dad will definitely be happy if you marry someone as powerful as the Fu family. Those neighbors will definitely not dare to marry you again. Look at your joke! Every family is different, and I think the Bai family and the Fu family are also different!"

"Mom!" Shen Xiuwan frowned, "You have already lived a long time, how can you be more naive than me? You don't even think about it, in "Butterfly Lovers", Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai fell in love with each other but couldn't be together. What's more, Dean Bai and I are just friends! If we step back ten thousand steps, even if I want to marry him, the resistance between us will be greater than the one with Jincheng, so don't make this idea!"

He Biqing was still a little unwilling: "But, such a wealthy family..."

"Why can't Mom see clearly? The wealth accumulated over generations does not belong to you after you get married. You might as well live a good life in a down-to-earth manner."

After Shen Xiuwan finished speaking, she silently drained the water stains on the bowls, wiped them clean with a rag, and put them together in the cupboard.

She had taken a bath and was knitting a cloak in her room when Bai Yuanjing suddenly came over to sit for a while.

It was completely dark now, and the electric lights in the room gave off a dim light.

Bai Yuanjing looked at her boudoir carefully and saw several calligraphy paintings written by herself hanging on the walls. There was a small vertical screen with two sides embroidered with civet cats in different colors on the desk. The dressing table was very simple, except for one A box of cream and rouge, and all that was left was an old wooden comb.

On the contrary, the golden nanmu carved canopy bed is very beautiful. Not only is the wood valuable, but the craftsmanship is also good, as if it was carefully carved by an old craftsman.

He said: "Your bed is really beautiful."

Shen Xiuwan lowered her head to crochet: "My grandpa made it."

Bai Yuanjing tapped her fingers on the table and looked at her.

It was already the beginning of spring. She wore a dark blue cheongsam with a slanted lapel, round neck and nine-quarter sleeves. She wore a silver bracelet wrapped with red thread on her slender white wrist. Her long crow-green hair was pulled loosely to one side, and her silhouette was reflected on the window glass. , the outline is blurry but beautiful, like a circle of spring water ripples.

The spring night in Jiangnan is inexplicably soothing.

Bai Yuanjing took a sip of tea and brought up the old conversation again: "I haven't finished talking to you about Jincheng and Miss Zhou. After you left, we all thought they would get engaged, but for some reason, Miss Zhou After suddenly returning to Paris, the two seemed to have stopped contacting each other.”

Shen Xiuwan raised her head in surprise: "Miss Zhou is gone?"

"I'm surprised too."

Before the divorce, Jincheng seemed to love Zhou Cibai very much. He moved out for her, held birthday parties for her, and even gave her expensive jewelry on demand.

But I didn't expect that they got divorced and the two suddenly stopped interacting with each other.

Shen Xiuwan holds wool and crochet hook.

She couldn't understand the grudges between the two people, and she wasn't interested in finding out.

She continued to knit the cloak, and was even in the mood to joke: "Maybe one day they will get together again on a whim - by then, maybe Jincheng will marry another wife, and then continue to have sex with Miss Zhou in private. Persistent. I think he can do this kind of thing."

"Don't mention him anymore." Bai Yuanjing put down the teacup, "What about you, what are your plans for the future?"