Just when he was still thinking wildly, he heard Lu Ling say:
"By the way, husband, I am going back to the Lu family the day after tomorrow, so I will ask my servants to pack my luggage tomorrow."
Not a request, but a notification.
Song Wenzhou subconsciously clenched his fists, raised his head again, looked into Lu Ling's clear eyes, gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go back with you."
Lu Ling smiled slightly and said, "My husband is busy, Ling'er can just go back by herself."
Song Wenzhou said: "How can there be any reason for you to go back alone? Then my mother-in-law will think that you suffered some injustice in the Song family."
Lu Ling stood up, nodded slightly, and said, "Then let's go together."
That's it, no more words, just took steps and walked out.
Song Wenzhou didn't try to hold him back, he just sat there with calm eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Seeing Lu Ling come out so quickly, Yu Qing's dissatisfaction disappeared and she hurried into the house to serve Song Wenzhou diligently.
Now that Master Song has let Song Wenzhou and Lu Ling take care of the house temporarily, and Lu Ling is no longer as sick and weak as before, Yu Qing feels that it is time to ask Song Wenzhou to go to Lu Ling to mention his identity.
If I help Song Wenzhou give birth to a son and a half daughter as soon as possible, then my status in the mansion will definitely be greatly improved in the future!
Back at Qingfengyuan, Haitang looked confused and asked: "Miss, my uncle was strongly opposed to our return the day before yesterday. Why did he agree so readily today?"
Lu Ling couldn't help but sneered and said, "What do you think he was doing out yesterday? He must have made some arrangements in a hurry because he couldn't stop me from going home."
Haitang frowned tightly and said, "I really don't understand why my uncle doesn't let us go back or let us communicate with the Lu family."
Lu Ling said calmly: "When I go back, I will know everything."
When it was time to eat, Lu Ling went to the Buddhist hall to deliver food to Mrs. Song.
I saw the door of the Buddhist hall was closed, and two women were standing at the door.
They had just been punished by Lu Ling last night, and now they didn't dare to be careless when doing things.
When he saw Lu Ling, he immediately saluted with a crisp voice.
Lu Ling gave a faint hum and said to the door: "Mother, my daughter-in-law is here to serve you."
The mother-in-law quickly opened the door.
Just as Lu Ling took the meal from Haitang and stood at the door, Mrs. Song rushed out of the Buddhist hall with a quick stride.
Before anyone could react, there was only a crisp sound.
The plate flew out of his hand.
Haitang groaned and looked intently, only to see a row of finger prints on Lu Ling's fair right wrist.
Lu Ling quickly took two steps back.
He glanced down at his burning wrist, and when he looked up again, a coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly. The moment I saw Mrs. Song raising her hand, I also threw the plate in her hand and raised my arm to block it. Otherwise, my cheek would definitely be swollen by now.
Seeing that Mrs. Song had not hit Lu Ling in the face, she wanted to do it again with red eyes. How could Lu Ling give her this chance again?
"My mother is so excited, why don't you hold her back?"
The two women didn't dare to really pull Mrs. Song. They just stood between them, separating the two parties like a wall.
Mrs. Song scolded with red eyes: "It's all your little bitch! Why are you showing off for no reason? Now that you have taken away the power of running the family, you still dare to show off in front of your mother-in-law! How could I, Zhou'er, marry such a person like you? Something comes through the door?”
Lu Ling sneered and said: "Mom, my father just asked Ling'er to temporarily help my husband take care of the family affairs, and you want to teach your daughter-in-law a lesson for such a trivial matter?
"Do you think it's not bad enough that you lost all your father's entire year's salary in one night due to gambling and your reputation as a prodigal is not bad enough, and you also want to publicize your reputation as an evil mother-in-law with gongs and drums, so that the entire Weizhou people will applaud you? "
"Okay, Lu Ling!" Seeing that Lu Ling couldn't be defeated by this side, Mrs. Song changed the subject and found another fault, "You have strong wings and dare to disobey your mother-in-law! But don't forget, you are my wife of the Song family. , what is your mission in marrying into the Song family! It is to help my Song family continue its incense.
"But after you have been married to the Song family for three years, has there been any movement in your stomach? You cannot give birth to an heir for our Song family. You have violated the rule of seven births. We, the Song family, can justifiably divorce you!"
Mrs. Song thought that she would be afraid if she threatened Lu Ling to divorce her.
Unexpectedly, instead of being afraid, Lu Ling actually smiled:
"Who doesn't know that I have been seriously ill for the past three years? How can a person who is too sick to leave the bed give birth to a child? Besides, mother-in-law, don't you know the reason why I am seriously ill?"
"You...what do you mean by this? It's not me who made you sick!"
Mrs. Song felt guilty.
Although she had been hoping that Lu Ling would die soon, she didn't have the guts to kill anyone yet.
But she wasn't sure whether her son had done anything.
Lu Ling said: "Mother-in-law, are you pretending to be confused because you understand?"
The corner of his mouth raised, and a sharp light flashed in Lu Ling's eyes: "Mom, don't forget, my Lu family's candle industry is still in my name, Lu Ling."
If the Song family divorces his wife, Lu Ling will take away the candle industry.
Mrs. Song's heart skipped a beat and she was a little nervous.
Lu Ling's candle industry has brought a lot of money to the Song family this year, and there is a tendency to continue to make more money.
But seeing Lu Ling's appearance of not being afraid of anything, Mrs. Song really couldn't bear it anymore. She said unwillingly: "Lu Ling, if our Song family divorces you, you will never be able to turn over again in this life. Waiting for a long time Hang Bai Ling!"
Lu Ling heard this and smiled even more happily: "What did mother say? Firstly, I will not become a divorced woman. Secondly, even if I really don't want to stay in the Song family anymore, I will only make peace with my husband. After divorce and reconciliation, the candle industry in my hands will be enough for me to have enough food and clothing for the next life, and I will not be stupid enough to hang myself."
"You... aren't you afraid of someone poking your spine?"
"There is no green grass by the river, and we don't keep talkative donkeys. I, Lu Ling, live my own life. Who cares what I, Lu Ling, do when I'm full and have nothing to do?"
Mrs. Song rolled her eyes in anger.
Why is it that Lu Ling now wants to be knowledgeable and sharp-tongued, but he dares not even take his own reputation seriously?
Then I heard Lu Ling say: "Mother, in the past, you used to suppress me with the rules of women's appearance and virtue, but now, it's useless, and you don't have to waste your efforts in the future."
"You...why are you so proud? Lu Ling, just wait, I still don't believe that my mother-in-law can't cure you!"
Lu Ling shrugged and said, "My daughter-in-law is waiting."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"By the way," she suddenly turned her head, "since mother doesn't like her daughter-in-law to serve the meal, her daughter-in-law will never come here again."
After saying that, he strode away, neither humble nor arrogant.
Mrs. Song pushed aside the two old ladies who were blocking her and was about to rush out of the Buddhist hall. The two old ladies quickly pushed Mrs. Song into the Buddhist hall and kept comforting them: "Madam, please calm down, be careful not to let your anger break your body." !”
When Mrs. Song heard this, she slapped one of the women in the face. The woman was stunned and stood aside in aggrieved manner, covering her face.
