Cai Xiumei couldn’t help but shed two lines of tears.
Why was her life so bitter? Her father died early, her husband showed no affection, her daughter was a Zaixing, and her son was difficult to discipline.
“Hmph! Since you refuse to listen to advice, if you cause trouble in the future, don’t drag me and Xiao Chuan into it. We have nothing to do with you.”
Jiang Qingran nodded. “Rest assured, as you wish.”
“Ahem…”
Cai Xiumei coughed lightly. “There’s one more thing. My dowry was long ago taken by Shen Ruoliu. Now, Xiao Chuan and I lack clothes and food, and in the depths of winter, there isn’t even a piece of charcoal in our room. No matter what, you are my daughter, and I gave birth to you. You received one hundred thousand taels of sycee, so you should give me half.”
Jiang Qingran was so angry she laughed. “What? Didn’t you understand what I just said? Then let me explain in more detail. Ten years ago, when you sent me to the Manor Estate, I fell seriously ill and fainted on the way. The coachman thought I was dead and threw me off. A kind-hearted person saved me. So, your daughter was already driven to death by you. My life now belongs to that person, and my gratitude is to that person as well.
You don’t dare breathe loudly in front of Jiang Wenxiang and the others, but you strut around in front of me. Hah! Get out.”
They say a mother would sacrifice everything for her child.
But it depends… for which child.
“I…”
Cai Xiumei still wanted to say something, but Qinghe grabbed her by the collar and threw her outside.
After peace was restored, Jiang Qingran slept until evening.
Opening her eyes and pushing open the window, she saw everything covered in silver.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier!
Just like the day she was driven out of the Chengxiangfu, it filled the city, blotting out the sky and the earth.
Jiang Qingran couldn’t be bothered to go to the front courtyard to see the ugly faces of the Jiang family, so she had a simple dinner in her own room.
But the long night stretched on, and she couldn’t sleep.
So she took Qinghe for a casual stroll around the estate.
It must be said, the Chengxiangfu was built with rockeries, attics, small bridges, and flowing water, like a garden, with pleasant scenery.
Against the night sky, walking in the snow had its own unique charm.
Suddenly, a black figure leaped over the wall from outside and headed straight for Jiang Qingyue’s courtyard.
“Qinghe, let’s follow.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The two used Qinggong and jumped directly onto the roof.
Lifting a tile, they saw the man in black clothes embracing Jiang Qingyue.
Jiang Qingyue wept softly. “Third Prince, you’ve finally come. I miss you so much every day that my heart panics.”
Jing Mofeng cupped her plump buttocks with one hand and reached for her chest with the other.
“This prince misses you dearly too, but Father suddenly decreed that you marry that cripple, Seventh Prince. It will be difficult for us to meet in the future.”
As he spoke, he tore open Jiang Qingyue’s dress and bit her sexy collarbone.
“Ah…”
Jiang Qingyue let out an excited cry, cupping Jing Mofeng’s face with both hands.
“Third Prince, don’t worry. In life, I am yours; in death, I am your ghost. I will belong to you forever.”
If it weren’t for her father’s fear of complications, she would tell Jing Mofeng right now that in three days, it would be her family’s Zaixing who would marry Seventh Prince.
“You really are a tormenting little enchantress!”
Jing Mofeng couldn’t wait any longer. He turned her around, making her lean her hands on the table, her buttocks raised high.
Just as he was about to take off his pants, Qinghe whispered without batting an eye, “Miss, is this something we can watch without paying?”
Jiang Qingran quickly covered the tile.
“What are you looking at? Go call for help right now. Say there’s a thief in the Fourth Miss’s room.”
It’s so disgusting to watch. If I saw it, I’d be nauseous for years.
“Yes!”