âWhat? Furen went overboard! Xiaojie is deceased furenâs only blood left and Laoyeâs only Di daughter. Even if she was wrong, she shouldnât be hit?â Second Yiniang deliberately exclaimed loudly.
The other women started to immediately lively discuss. Of course, no one denounced Wang Yiping directly.
Fourth Yiniang hid her small, cherry-red lips and sighed. âAh... furen is too impatient. Sheâs not pregnant with Laoyeâs child yet, but sheâs already planning for her future. Actually, she doesnât need to be like this. Xiaojie is not male. Who can take away her oldest Di sonâs title when she gives birth? If she has a girl, what would be the point if itâs not the oldest Di daughter? Wouldnât the child still be Laoyeâs child? It would be strange if Lao TaiYe is not angry when she treated Xiaojie like that.â
Third Yiniang was from the north. She spoke a pleasant-sounding Wu dialect in a delicate and childish voice. But her words were like a soft knife: devious. âFourth Yiniang, you donât know this. Someone is a first, legal furen. But once she sees Xiaojie, the word âfirstâ is thrown. How can her heart be happy?â
Mu YingRui had not thought too much. But once reminded by his yiniangs, he understood why Wang Yiping treated Zi You like that.
Ah! So your so-called love for me was for your plans?
This way, Mu YingRuiâs original impression of Wang Yiping being virtuous and kindhearted was shattered.
But things were not over yet. Mu YingRui pained until he was covered in a cold sweat. With great difficulty, he dazedly fell asleep. But he heard someone crying by his bedside. He opened his eyes and saw Shui YouLian in the moonlight.
The little guniang was silently crying. She was more delicate and beautiful than pear blossoms in the rain, provoking people to have tender affection.