Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting peacefully, suddenly stood up when she heard what Zichuan Niang said.
"Godmother, you asked me to persuade Zichuan to come back and get married. I'm happy to do this. But please, godmother, don't say stupid things. It's been so many years, and don't get me and Zichuan together again. Go, I have my own husband and children, my own husband’s family, and my own reputation.”
Yang Ruoqing said with a serious face, without any hint of joking or compromise in her words.
Zichuan Niang realized that her words had made Yang Ruoqing unhappy. She was startled and quickly changed her words: "Qing'er, of course the godmother knows that you are a good girl. What the godmother means is that Zichuan still has you in his heart. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to get married for so many years..."
"Godmother!"
Yang Ruoqing interrupted Zichuan Niang again.
"Goddess, you can't say anything nonsense. If those people who are chasing after rumors heard it, they would think that I, Yang Ruoqing, already have a wife, behave inappropriately, confuse Zichuan, disrupt his marriage, and harm him. I have been a bachelor until now," she said.
Zichuan's mother was so speechless by Yang Ruoqing that she didn't know what to say, and she burst into tears: "You have nothing to do, it's Zichuan's own problem, it's my stupid son's problem, he got into trouble and can't get out... "
"Qing'er, you don't know that in the past few years in the capital, he has found various excuses to refuse his marriage,"
"One Mid-Autumn Festival he was drunk. I heard him talking in his sleep. He kept calling your name."
"From that time on, I realized that he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart, and that hurdle was you, Qing'er!"
"My godmother knows that this is his business alone and has nothing to do with you. As long as you have a slight liking for him, now you are not the daughter-in-law of the Luo family, but the daughter-in-law of our Mu family."
"My godmother is really at my wits end. I originally thought that cardamom could dilute your shadow in his heart, but I didn't expect that at this critical moment of marriage, he would fall back on his old habit of sneaking away..."
Zichuan Niang spoke with tears and runny nose, and every word was a mother's bitter words.
From the perspective of the woman who was missed by her son, Yang Ruoqing did not take the blame.
But as a mother, Yang Ruoqing can also resonate with Zichuan Niang's words.
If Chen'er or Zhi'er were to be obsessed with a woman who didn't belong to him and didn't like him and even ignored their own life-long affairs in the future, Yang Ruoqing, a mother, would probably be even more anxious than Zichuan mother!
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing could only sigh and handed a handkerchief to Zichuan Niang to wipe her tears.
"Godmother, don't be sad. Wipe your tears first. When I get back, I will write a letter to Zichuan to urge him to come back." Yang Ruoqing said.
Zichuan Niang suddenly raised her hand and held Yang Ruoqing's hand, "Qing'er, what are you going to say in the letter? What reason are you using to persuade him to come back?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said, "I can only show him affection and reason, so that he can understand your painstaking efforts, godmother."
Zichuan Niang shook her head, "No, this trick has stopped working for a long time. We have to find another way to try and get him back..."
"Godmother, do you have any good ideas?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Zichuan Niang gritted her teeth and said, "You...just said in the letter that my mother is critically ill and should come home soon!"
"What?" Yang Ruoqing cried out in shock, "Godmother, you must not do this! It's too unlucky!"
Zichuan Niang said: "If he hides outside and doesn't come back to consummate the marriage, I will really be anxious to death. No matter what, he will die. What's so unlucky?"
"The Liu family doesn't know about this yet. Zichuan went to Changhuaizhou. The excuse I gave him was to go to Changhuaizhou to buy things for the wedding."
"Qing'er, don't worry about anything anymore. Just write as I say. You must, you must call Zichuan back to see me one last time!"
"Okay, okay," Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"Then I'll go back and write..." she said.
Yang Ruoqing still felt that she couldn't lie like this. If Mu Zichuan rushed home and found out that it was a scam, he might do something even more drastic when he was already resistant to the marriage.
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing still wanted to stick to her own ideas and treat Mu Zichuan Xiaozhi with affection and reason, so that he would come back willingly.
Just as she turned around, Lady Zichuan called out to her again.
"Qing'er, there's no need to go back and write. Just write it here, in front of me. When you're done, give the letter to me and I'll have someone deliver it to you." Zichuan Niang said again.
"Godmother, I will write as soon as I get back..."
"Qing'er, my godmother knows what you have in mind," Zichuan said with a wry smile.
"Just write it here, godmother. If I say something, you write something..."
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines, and her godmother herself was literate. Zi Chuan taught her how to read when she was studying with Zi Chuan.
But the godmother didn't write the letter herself. She just wanted to borrow her handwriting to make Zichuan more convinced that the godmother was terminally ill.
Okay, I can’t even do anything about it now, that’s all, just follow your godmother’s wishes!
At that moment, Zichuan Niang read a sentence, and Yang Ruoqing took up her pen to write a sentence. After she finished writing, she picked up the letter paper and blew it a few times so that the pen and ink could dry up earlier.
Then he handed the letter to Zichuan Niang and took a look at it. After reading it, Zichuan Niang nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, you leave the letter and go home and do your work." Zichuan Niang said.
Yang Ruoqing responded and gave some more instructions before leaving the Mu family.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the house, I heard whining sounds coming from the house where the four little ones were, mixed with a few squealing sounds from time to time.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.
This wolf cub is really different from a dog cub. She fed him goat milk when she went to Lao Mu's house an hour ago.
This hour passed, and there was no movement on the little Teddy side, but the little wolf cub was so hungry that he almost rebelled!
This digestion ability and eating ability are really different.
"Come on, come on, wet nurse loves you!"
Yang Ruoqing's gentle voice came into the room, intended to comfort her.
The sounds in the room stopped for a moment, but after a moment, the voices of four little ones turned on the violent mode.
One screamed louder than the other, one screamed louder than the other, and they even crawled around.
"The squealing Zaizai has milk to drink. The four of you are squealing like this. I don't even know who to feed first."
Yang Ruoqing couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, and while speaking comforting words, she boiled goat milk for them as quickly as possible...
"Okay, okay, the milk is here!"
Yang Ruoqing came to their den, "Little Chunbai was injured a few days ago and her body was injured. Little Chunbai came to drink first."
She reached out and gently picked up the fluffy little pure white. She sat on the stool and put the little pure white back on her lap.
Just like how we fed Luo Baobao and Dazhi in their infancy, we also put a small triangular handkerchief around the little Chunbai's neck and belly.
In the past few days, Little Chunbai has become familiar with this process. When Yang Ruoqing put a small handkerchief around it, it stopped squealing, but could not wait to open its mouth and stick out its pink tongue. Come out and lick your wet little nose...
