Mrs. Xu waited in the pavilion for a while, and then footsteps came from the other direction.
She clasped her hands nervously and looked in the direction of the sound.
But at this time, the sun was about to set, and the surrounding sky had darkened, making it difficult to see anything due to the shadows.
Not long after, the visitor came to the pavilion and saw Mrs. Xu wearing a curtain hat. He hesitated and asked tentatively: "Yu Rou?"
When Mrs. Xu heard this familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice, she couldn't help but tremble all over.
Seeing that Mr. Xu didn't speak, the other party took two steps forward and said, "Yurou, why don't you recognize me? I'm your brother Haijun!"
After getting closer, Mrs. Xu finally saw the person's face clearly and couldn't help but take two steps back.
She hadn't seen him for nearly ten years, and the other person was no longer what she remembered.
The voice was still slightly familiar, but the appearance was no longer the same as before.
If the other party hadn't called Yurou repeatedly, she probably wouldn't have recognized each other even if they met head-on.
Seeing that Mrs. Xu remained silent, Zhao Haijun took a few steps closer, his tone was not as calm as before, and he said with a slightly sinister tone: "Why, now that you are the wife of the prefect, you don't look down on me, my childhood sweetheart? Now even your face Don’t you even deserve to see it?”
As he spoke, he knocked off the curtain hat on Xu's head.
"You..." Mrs. Xu turned pale with fright. She felt that she didn't take anyone with her in order to keep it secret.
The haggard old man in front of her was no longer the gentle and handsome young man she remembered. Even his temperament had changed a lot.
Zhao Haijun looked at Xu and was a little stunned.
He didn't expect that Mrs. Xu, whom he hadn't seen for many years, would take such good care of herself.
Her figure is still graceful, and she doesn't look like a woman who has had two children.
There are almost no wrinkles visible on her face. If you look at her at dusk, she looks like a young woman in her twenties.
This suddenly brought back some of his good memories.
"Yurou, you are so beautiful. You are almost the same as when we separated..."
Mrs. Xu saw that his eyes were a little blurry and he was still retreating, but he had already retreated to the pillar. She could only say in a trembling voice: "You, don't come over! It's been so many years, why did you come to me again? !”
In order to keep a low profile when she came out today, she had deliberately dressed up very plainly, and even took off most of the jewelry on her head and face.
But in the eyes of Zhao Haijun, who has been in despair for many years, the clothes on her body and the silver hairpin in her hair are things that are usually out of his reach.
"Why, now that you are so prosperous, you don't miss the old relationship so much?" Zhao Haijun saw that Mrs. Xu's body was tense, obviously very nervous, and he did not want to push her too much, fearing that if she shouted, she would attract irrelevant people. , he sat down on a stool not far away from her and said, "Why don't we talk about old times?"
"What do we have to reminisce about?" Mrs. Xu looked at Zhao Haijun's face and didn't want to talk to him anymore, let alone reminisce.
Even thinking about the past between the two of them gave her goosebumps all over her body.
"Mrs. Shen is really heartless!" Zhao Haijun sneered, "Back then, when you were seducing me at your house, every one of you called Brother Haijun to make you affectionate..."
"Stop talking!" Ms. Xu almost collapsed, "I was just confused back then. Didn't I give you money? What else do you want!"
"Don't worry, I'm not here for you." Zhao Haijun said, "I'm here for my son!"
"You, what are you?" Mrs. Xu suddenly felt cold all over, her lips were trembling and she couldn't even speak clearly, "What does your son have to do with me? I..."
"I saw him getting out of the car in front of your house yesterday!" Zhao Haijun licked his lips and said, "His name is Yuan Lin, right? He has grown so big in the blink of an eye."
Zhao Haijun's words scared Xu to the point of almost fainting.
"Don't talk nonsense! Yuan Lin is my master's son, you..."
"Yu Rou, is it fun to deceive yourself?" Zhao Haijun chuckled, "Or are you saying that you have been lying for so many years and now you even believe it?
"Calculate your days carefully, and then think about what Yuan Lin looks like? Especially his ears, it looks like he belongs to our old Zhao family!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Xu almost collapsed. She even forgot to lower her voice and shouted directly.
If Xie Yan hadn't led people to clear the place secretly, the people in the temple would have been called over by now.
Zhao Haijun was also startled by her voice, but he quickly regained his composure and said: "You shout louder, I am barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, but you are still the prefect's wife!
"Call everyone in the temple and see who of us is finished first!"
Xu raised her hand to cover her mouth, but two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"What on earth do you want to do!" she asked with a choked voice.
"Look, why are you still crying?" Zhao Haijun reached out to wipe away the tears on Xu's cheek, but Xu turned away.
This made Zhao Haijun's face, which had just calmed down a bit, look ugly again.
"Yu Rou, actually I don't blame you for this matter. You made my son the eldest son of the prefect. He may have a greater future in the future. It's too late for me to be happy, so how can I ruin the future of my child? Woolen cloth!"
"Stop talking... Yuan Lin is not your son..."
Mrs. Xu said this without any confidence. She was a mother, how could she not know who the child in her belly was.
Not to mention that as he grows older, Shen Yuanlin's face becomes more and more like Zhao Haijun.
But she and Zhao Haijun had not been in contact for many years. The Xu family said that they had given each other a sum of money and sent him away far away, and would never appear in front of her again in this life.
As Zhao Haijun said before, after so many years of living in peace and self-deception, she even deceived herself.
The sudden appearance of Zhao Haijun immediately broke the illusion she had maintained for so many years, causing her to fall back into the cold reality.
"What on earth are you going to do? If you want money, I'll bring the banknote. You can leave as soon as you take the money, okay?" At this time, Mrs. Xu no longer cared about her identity or pretentiousness. She wanted to kneel down and beg Zhao Haijun, " You just said you wanted to reminisce about the past, so can't you let me go for the sake of our past friendship?"
"Do you think I came to you for money?" Zhao Haijun didn't even look at the banknote in Xu's hand. "I have been suppressed and targeted by the Xu family in various ways. I have been in poverty for so many years, but I haven't come to you. Do you actually think I came here to blackmail you for your money?
"Xu Yurou, we grew up together. Do you think this is who I am?"
