Raising a Wise Husband: A Lovely Wife and a Husband

Chapter 95 Differences
Yulu brought the soup to Shuyuan, and when she saw her staring at the rain outside, she guessed her girl's thoughts: "Her father left her alone, what has it to do with us, girl, why do you think so much?"

"Don't say anything about self-inflicted suffering. Even if she had a chance, it has nothing to do with us. It was her father who left her cruelly, and it was her father who wanted to kill her."

At this point, she blew the soup and handed it to Shuyuan: "Girl, you should drink the soup, this is more important than anything else, because the body is your own."

Seeing that Shuyuan was still frowning, Yulu pursed her lips: "Girl, take a step back, even if you can't watch that Lu Fuhui die in our house, and the old lady is still here, it's not your turn to fuck this girl." Heart."

"Drink the soup, drink the soup, don't think about things that have nothing to do with us." She gently raised Shuyuan's hand, and brought the bowl to Shuyuan's mouth.

Shuyuan looked at Yunwu: "What do you think?"

Yun Wu was looking at the flowers in her hands, thinking about what kind of flowers to embroider on the sleeves of their girls, but she didn't raise her head when she heard the words: "Miss, you have ideas."

Yinzhen looked at Shuyuan and did not move.She has said everything that should be said, and how to do it is not something she can worry about at all--Didn't Yun Wu also say it, their girls are people with ideas.

Shuyuan drank the soup one gulp at a time, but she didn't taste the slightest bit of taste: the rain outside the window got heavier.

Yulu's words also make sense, but there is one thing Yulu didn't think of, and this is where Shuyuan has been a little entangled: Lu Fuhui's crime is not worthy of death.

She put down the bowl after drinking the soup, stroked her stomach gently with her hand, feeling the little life in it, couldn't help but ask again: To save or not to save?
After being rescued, of course Lu Fuhui would not be reconciled to entering the Jin Mansion, and would still plot against her. Thinking about it this way, she was not saving a life, but a poisonous snake, which was causing trouble for herself.

If not rescued, the reason why Lu Fuhui behaved like this is more or less related to her: if it wasn't for her provocation, the master of the Lu family would not have used such ruthless means.

What made Shu Yuan most unable to let go of this matter was the sentence: According to what Lu Fuhui did, does she really deserve to die?

Indeed, if Lu Fuhui is saved, there is a high probability that she will have a hard time with her, but that is something that didn't happen, it's just her guess - can a person's life or death be decided because of some things that didn't happen?

Shu Yuan closed her eyes and leaned back, feeling very comfortable: Maybe wait a little longer, it is impossible for the old lady to really watch Lu Fuhui die in front of the house, right?
As long as the old lady ordered someone to save Lu Fuhui, all she had to consider was how to deal with it so that Lu Fuhui would be honest: even if Lu Fuhui was dishonest, she would not be able to plot against others.

The rain really fell harder and harder, the water flow under the eaves was as thick as a human thumb, and the wind picked up, whining as if blowing into people's hearts.

Time slows down while waiting.Shu Yuan turned over and over again, but the time to look at the hourglass was not as long as she imagined.

There is still no news from the old lady, and Lu Fuhui is still outside the Jin family's mansion: now she is lying on her stomach instead of sitting.

Lu Fuhui went to the gate of Jin's house to ask for help, and knelt down and kowtowed countless times, but there was no order from the master at the gatehouse, so no one dared to open the gate to let her in.

She had no choice but to walk to the farther shops and houses step by step, but those houses closed their doors before she arrived.

Who would pity a woman who was thrown on the street by her father?Lu Fuhui didn't feel sad, she just wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain, and just wanted to make herself feel a little warmer.

Now she has no time to be sad, and she has no time to be angry; no one accepts her, she can only go back to the gate of the Golden Mansion: she knows that this is her only life at this time.

The door that she regarded as her own future life was tightly closed in front of her.

Lu Fuhui didn't cry, she was just a little dazed, or maybe it was too cold, so cold that all the thoughts in her mind were frozen.

The Jin Mansion is also full of wind and rain, but everyone is in the house, and no one can appreciate how cool the rain in late spring and early summer is.

The old lady looked up at the rain after she finished her cigarette, handed the long cigarette pouch to the girls and sat up: "Your young mistress, there is still no movement?"

Amber handed the old lady a bowl of lily soup, which is the soup that the old lady would use even after smoking: "No. Old lady, the rain is really heavy, or maidservant..."

"No need." The old lady waved her hand to prevent Amber from continuing: "Wait a little longer."

Amber was a little worried: "The servant girl is afraid that the cousin girl's body will not be able to hold on..."

The old lady snorted: "What's the idea of ​​rain?! Your young mistress didn't have any accidents, otherwise she would have ten lives to accompany me and a grandson?"

Even so, she was the one who looked at the grown-ups and said that she had no feelings at all, it was really a lie; she was really angry when she was angry, but she still couldn't watch Lu Fuhui die outside her house.

"Wait a little longer, I want to see." She didn't say what she wanted to see, but stood up and walked to the window and stared at the rainwater in a daze.

Hu Po didn't quite understand, if she didn't want Lu Fuhui to die, why did the old lady have to wait for the young mistress?

In fact, as long as the old lady speaks, even if the young mistress is a little dissatisfied, she can't do anything seriously, and besides, it's still a life.

"She should suffer a little too." The old lady's murmured words couldn't answer the question in Amber's mind.

After eating, Shuyuan also walked to the window, looking at the wind and rain that filled the world: "Where are the old ladies and wives—?"

Yinzhen took a step forward: "I don't have any instructions." She glanced at Yushui and said nothing.

As a girl, you can't have too many thoughts. Too many thoughts will only make you feel uncomfortable: no matter what opinions she has, she can't change anything.

So she usually lets herself think about it: it's not whether she has an idea, but she never thinks about it.

Yun Wu put down the shirt in her hands, but there was no new stitch on the sleeve: from before the meal to now, she seemed to be looking for tricks only.

"Girl, shall I get the coir raincoat?" She stood up and looked at her dress: "Yinzhen, bring me the pair of shoes that are about to be thrown away."

It would be a waste of her things to go out in such a heavy rain with her current shoes; although the shoes on her feet are half worn out, they can still be worn for another year and a half.

Shu Yuan withdrew her gaze from the window and turned around: "Bring me the cloak." Seeing that the three girls in the room were all looking over, she nodded slightly: "I want to go and see for myself."

Of course not just to see.

Lu Fuhui is just outside the mansion, what is there to see, he said he went to see, but in fact he went to save people.

Yulu was obviously taken aback when she heard Shuyuan's words, and then realized that she had guessed the meaning of her master wrong: "Young lady is kind-hearted. It's okay to save that Lu Fuhui, and the young lady also said that the crime is not worthy of death."

"It just so happens that the whole house can take a look. Our girl is not the kind of person who will not save her." She said this because she thought that Shu Yuan saved people because there was an old lady watching.

She thought that her girl would not really want to save that Lu Fuhui, but saving Lu Fuhui would gain a good reputation, so her girl would do this.

Yunwu glared at Yulu: "Aren't you going to get something for the girl? Your mouth is faster than your hands, and you should eat carefully." The last sentence was not a threat, but a sincere reminder of Yulu.

"Miss," she walked over after scolding Yulu, "You really have to save Lu Fuhui, you must know that if she enters the mansion, she will be our enemy."

Shu Yuan sighed: "Would you like to watch her die outside the house?" She was a little uncertain about what the old lady meant.

In fact, it was not surprising, because she had just met the old lady not long after she woke up, how could she know what the old lady was thinking.

If the old lady really didn't care, then could she, Mu Shuyuan, really sit back and watch Lu Fuhui die in front of her eyes? It's not difficult, the difficulty lies in whether Shuyuan will be able to eat and sleep soundly in the future.

Yunwu took the clothes from Yulu and put them on for Shuyuan: "Girl, you don't have to worry about it."

"Then what is the difference between me and Lu Fuhui?" As soon as Shuyuan said this, she felt relieved—yes, if she could let Lu Fuhui die outside the door because of something that Lu Fuhui hadn't done yet, then She and Lu Fuhui are the same person.

Shuyuan doesn't want to be a person who suffers and keeps silent, but also doesn't want to bury her conscience, and doesn't want to blur right and wrong.

Yes is right, right is wrong, not because of the two words of interest, only what is beneficial to oneself is called right.

Yun Wu took a look at Shu Yuan, and then tied the belt of Shu Yuan's cloak: "Girl, you are really a Bodhisattva."

"No." Shuyuan tightened her dress, asked Yinzhen to put on her coir raincoat, and said to Yunwu seriously, "I'm not a Bodhisattva, so I can't repay grievances with virtue."

"I will retaliate against those who are sorry for me. It's just that I don't want to be a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, or even cruel."

"It's one thing to deal with villains, but you can't let yourself become a villain, a second Lu Fuhui, who only has her own interests in mind."

After she finished speaking, the silver needle was also dressed properly for her, and the four master and servant looked at each other and thought it was appropriate.Yunwu called a few women to come and follow, just because she didn't want Shuyuan to slip.

Lu Fuhui's voice was already hoarse, but she still didn't cry. Facing the tightly closed door, she really couldn't express a single tear.

Since she was a child, she understood that tears are useless in many cases, especially at the moment, it can't help her at all, it will only make people look down on her more.

As the wind and rain became heavier, Lu Fuhui felt that her body was numb, and she felt tired and exhausted: she suddenly wanted to sleep, so she fell asleep in the wind and rain.

She can't sleep.Because she knew that as long as she fell asleep, she might never wake up again.

Looking at the vermilion door, Lu Fuhui stood up with a sigh of relief: she was going to knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)