Chapter Thirteen Night Talks

  "It seems that the carefree days of Shen Fu are numbered," Zhu Zi Ming didn't seem to have any sense of loss, and sighed: "In the end, I'm just a fake."

  Although life in the Shen household was somewhat stifling, as a son-in-law, he couldn't avoid being looked down upon. However, he didn't have to worry about food or clothes, and occasionally he would flirt with the pretty young maidservants or go for a stroll in the market. Life wasn't bad, but Zhu Ziming never thought that this situation would last, maybe one day Shen's wife would tell him to pack his bags and leave.

  Everyone has misunderstood it to this extent, Zhu Ziming really doesn't have the face to return to Shen's house, but thinking about slipping away is also not a good way, otherwise, only Miss Shen's reputation will be damaged, and no one will dare to marry her in the future. It's better to return to Shen's house and take it one step at a time.

  The already miserable Zhu Ziming had no choice but to follow behind the horse carriage, slowly walking towards the road back to Shen Fu, while the horse carriage got farther and farther away...

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  In the evening, Lingyun City was already lit up with lanterns, and the night sky was dotted with stars that shone brightly, illuminating the entire city. At this time, Zhu Ziming finally returned to Shen Mansion, dragging his tired figure.

  He walked straight into his room, pushed open the door and fell onto the bed.

  Not only did he lose face in front of Miss Shen, but also made an enemy out of a beautiful and skilled girl. The days that followed were unbearable for Zhu Ziming, his comfortable life was over just after a few days...

  The tired body felt much more comfortable after a short rest, but the empty stomach was getting hungrier and hungrier. I had planned to rest for a while longer before going to the kitchen to find something to eat, but at this moment the door was gently pushed open.

  A lovely figure quietly walked in, it was the adorable little aunt Lin Zhīyún, she held a plate of freshly cooked food in her hand.

  Lin Zhuyun gently said, "Brother-in-law, get up and eat something."

  Smelling the aroma of the dishes, Zhu Ziming suddenly felt delighted and jumped out of bed, came to the table, without caring about anything, sat down on the stool with a plop, and started gobbling up the food.

  Looking at the miserable state of the wind-swept clouds on the table, Lin Zhuyun felt both heartache and amusement. Her brother-in-law was really starving, and she scolded him, "Brother-in-law, slow down your eating, don't choke."

  "Hmm...". Zhu Ziming vaguely responded a few times, but his stomach was already growling with hunger, and he didn't care about anything else.

  After finishing all the dishes, Zhu Ziming patted his satisfied belly and looked at Lin Zhixi's gentle face with some emotion, chuckling: "Zhixi, you still care about me."

  "I brought the leftover food, knowing you didn't have dinner. I saw the burning gaze in your eyes," Lin Yiyun's face turned red as she changed the subject: "Brother-in-law, did you make sister angry?"

  "How could I...?" Zhu Zi Ming's old face turned red as he said, "I don't even have time to pamper your sister, how would I dare to make her angry?"

  It's also said that, after all, Brother-in-law is just the son-in-law of the Shen family, how dare he be bad to Sister? Lin Zhuyun asked somewhat puzzled: "But why did Sister look very unhappy when she came back, and why didn't you come back with the horse carriage, but instead walked back alone......"

  Looking down, she saw that her brother-in-law's long boots were almost worn out at the soles. The fact spoke louder than words, and it was clear that her brother-in-law had upset her sister. Lin Zhuyun thought to herself.

  Her sister's husband had a helpless personality that no one would like at first, but after spending more time with him, they would enjoy his company. Lin Zhixi thought of this and her pretty face turned red as she secretly scolded herself, "How could I say something so embarrassing?"

  Lin Zhīyún's little face was very serious as she said: "When older cousin came back, her complexion wasn't too good?"

  Why is this little girl's face so red? Zhu Ziming looked at her with a puzzled expression, cleared his throat and said: "Maybe your cousin has been working day and night, so she's not feeling well."

  Sister is angry or uncomfortable, can't I see it? This rascal is really good at quibbling. Lin Zhuyun knew he wouldn't tell the truth, and it wasn't good to ask her sister, so she had to give up. Looking at his dark face covered in dust, she smiled: "Brother-in-law, hurry up and take a bath, you're filthy."

  "Zi Yun, you should also go to rest early," Zhu Zi Ming said with a hint of concern, knowing that it was not good for the little girl to stay in a big man's room on such a dark and windy night.

  Lin Zhixia nodded, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and when she walked to the door, she said softly: "Although my sister's temper is a bit cold, she is good to everyone in the Shen family. As long as you don't make my sister angry, you will get along."

  Zhu Ziming was stunned and didn't know what to say. An idea suddenly surged in his mind: as a modern person with thousands of years of culture, couldn't he handle this cold beauty?

  Thinking of this, Zhu Ziming's heart suddenly cleared up: "There is no hurdle that I, Zhu Ziming, cannot overcome."

  As he finished speaking, a sly smile spread across his face...

  In a side room of the Shen Mansion, Madame Shen and Shen Biyin sat together on the bed in her boudoir. Madame Shen held her daughter's small hand and said softly, "Biyin, you must have had a hard journey?"

  Thinking of the long journey to Beijing, it must be very tiring. Mrs. Shen's heart is filled with tender feelings and a thousand concerns, yet she also has some worries. Thinking that such a big Shen family doesn't have a single male member, but instead wants a daughter's family to visit relatives.

  Not only did she fail to give birth to a son for Old Master, but also let her daughter take on these responsibilities. Thinking of this, Madame Shen's eyes suddenly became moist.

  Shen Bi Xing saw the tears in her eyes, and immediately put aside what had happened during the day. She said softly, "Mother, for the sake of the Shen family, I am not suffering."

  The daughter's sensible words comforted Mrs. Shen, who nodded in agreement, but thinking of the late Mr. Shen, her mood was still somewhat downcast.

  "Mother, Auntie asked me to ask you how you're doing. She said that if your body is a bit better, you can also come to Beijing for a trip," Shen Bixian quickly changed the subject and said.

  Upon hearing her own sister, Mrs. Shen immediately wiped away her tears and smiled: "How are your aunt and uncle's bodies?"

  Shen Bixian changed her usual cold demeanor and revealed a warm smile: "Yes, they're all fine. It's just that my uncle is busy with work and I didn't get to see him."

  Madam Shen's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, and she shook her head: "Nothing, your uncle is a noble ninth-rank official, naturally he has to attend to the great affairs of the world."

  Now the Shen family only has her and her mother, two people, not relying on the heavy identity of royal relatives, how can they stand in Lingyun City? Every year going to Beijing to visit relatives is a must. In the past few years, it was Mrs. Shen who went personally, but now she is old and cannot travel long distances, so this burden can only be placed on her daughter's shoulders.

  Madam Shen's wish is that the Shen family urgently needs a male heir, otherwise Zhu Ziming can easily take over. Of course, Madam Shen cannot blindly grab someone, but after several days of observation and examination, she kept Zhu Ziming in the Shen house.

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