"You two are eating everything inside and out, and you're scared out of your wits when this little shrew scares you?"
Another woman hurriedly said: "Madam, as the saying goes, a good man never suffers the consequences of his life. Now that the master is angry, if you are dissatisfied with the young lady, the master will be even more angry. Please calm down first, and wait for the master to finish his work and his anger will subside." Well, if you say a few nice words, the power of running the family will definitely return to your hands."
After hearing this, Mrs. Song gradually became quiet.
It's not that she listened to the mother-in-law's words, but she thought - Lu Ling is neither afraid of herself nor afraid of being divorced, so what is she afraid of? What will I use to pressure her in the future?
After thinking for a long time and unable to come up with a reason, Mrs. Song couldn't help but ask the two women: "Tell me, why is this Lu Ling not afraid of anything?"
The mother-in-law who just comforted her heard this and replied: "Madam, I think the reason why you can't handle the young lady is because the young lady has no children."
Um?
Mrs. Song couldn't figure out the relationship for a moment and showed a puzzled expression.
The mother-in-law hurriedly explained: "Madam, think about it, if the young lady gives birth to a child, you must consider the child before doing anything. Children are the lifeblood of a woman. If the young lady has a child, you can take your grandson with you. How dare you, young lady, be disrespectful to you?"
After Mrs. Jing said this, Mrs. Song suddenly understood. She couldn't help but feel happy.
If Lu Ling gave birth to an heir of their Song family, then even if she really wanted to run away with the candle industry, she would have to consider her own child.
Then use the child to threaten her and see what she can do?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Song wished that a child would pop out of Lu Ling's belly tomorrow.
She quickly said to her mother-in-law: "Go and call the young master, I have something to tell him."
Song Wenzhou had just fallen asleep in that room and was still catching up on his sleep. When he heard his mother calling, he got up quickly, steeled himself and went to the Buddhist hall.
Seeing his mother locked in the Buddhist hall from a distance, Song Wenzhou complained about his father in his heart.
"Zhou'er, Zhou'er!"
Mrs. Song saw her son coming through the crack in the door and shouted quickly.
The mother-in-law opened the door and Song Wenzhou walked into the Buddhist hall.
Mrs. Song took his arm and asked, "Zhou'er, how many days have you not been to Lu Ling's room?"
Song Wenzhou was stunned and became more energetic.
"I haven't been there since my last burn."
Mrs. Song pulled him to sit down on the round stool next to her and said, "Zhou'er, have you noticed that Lu Ling is a completely different person now?"
Song Wenzhou sneered.
Who in this house can't see that she has become more powerful?
Seeing Song Wenzhou nod, Mrs. Song continued: "This little hooves doesn't take me seriously now. I can't control her at all!"
Song Wenzhou said displeased: "Lu Ling is indeed not afraid of anything now."
Mrs. Song responded: "She just came to me to make trouble, and she was not afraid even if I threatened her with divorce -"
"Mother, you must not divorce her!" When Song Wenzhou heard that he was divorcing his wife and son, he felt anxious and quickly interrupted his mother.
Mrs. Song patted the back of his hand and said, "I know, you have worked hard to take care of the candle industry for her for so long, how could you return it to her again?"
Only then did Song Wenzhou feel at ease.
"I just figured it out. The reason why this little hoof is not afraid of anything is because there are no children holding him."
Song Wenzhou was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and couldn't help but frown and asked: "Mother, do you plan to let Lu Ling live peacefully in our home for the rest of his life? This is absolutely not possible!"
Song Wenzhou stood up suddenly, and Lu Ling's pale and weak appearance flashed in his mind.
"What are you in a hurry for?" Mother Song pulled her son back to sit.
"I know you are very fond of Qingyun, and your mother also likes her. In this way, I thought of a good idea."
Song Wenzhou asked: "What can I do? Mother, I must marry my cousin."
Mrs. Song said: "You have a child with Lu Ling first, and then you can get involved with her,"
Speaking of this, his brows darkened and he showed a vicious look, "Maybe one day she suddenly dies of illness or accident, so you marry Qingyun, and then adopt Lu Ling's child to Qingyun." Come on, in this way, the candle industry will naturally be in the name of your grandson in the future, and you and Qingyun will eventually get married."
Song Wenzhou's eyebrows widened as he listened.
He looked up at Mrs. Song and couldn't help but smile: "Mother, this is such a good idea!"
"right?"
"But..." After a moment of pause, Song Wenzhou gradually showed a look of disgust on his face: "Mother, this Lu Ling's body is like a bamboo pole. I really..."
I hate it so much.
"She is not as good as Yuqing."
"For the sake of a better life in the future, why are you holding back now?" Mrs. Song scolded.
"But……"
"Stop it! I think Lu Ling looks better than Qing Yun, but she's just a little less fleshy. I know you all like round girls, but fat and thin girls have their own tastes.
"Listen to me, from tonight on, stay with Lu Ling and try to let her give birth to our Song family's blood as soon as possible. When she gets pregnant, you can go back to your own yard and no one can control you."
After hearing this, Song Wenzhou felt that it was very reasonable and said: "Okay, mother, the child listens to you."
Mrs. Song's eyebrows were filled with joy and she patted Song Wenzhou on the shoulder, feeling that the future was bright.
The mother and son chatted about their family affairs for a while, and then Song Wenzhou got up and left.
Before leaving, he told his mother-in-law to take good care of his mother and not let her be hungry or cold.
He went back to the house and continued to catch up on his sleep.
In Qingfeng Courtyard, Lu Ling picked up the pen again and started writing a letter.
Last time, I imitated my brother Lu Cheng's handwriting and wrote a letter, deceiving Song Wenzhou that it was from the Lu family.
Unexpectedly, Song Wenzhou believed the letter without even looking at it, and hurried out the door.
It can be seen that he must have done something shady to the Lu family and was afraid that Lu Cheng would give the news to Lu Ling.
Although Lu Ling still can't guess what he did, but with his temperament, he must be planning something related to money...
Haitang was grinding ink on the side and asked curiously: "Miss, do you want to write a fake letter claiming that it was from the young master?"
Lu Ling didn't even raise his head and said, "I really want to write a letter back this time."
"Ah," Haitang suddenly realized, "Now that you can run the house, Miss, you can send the letter."
Lu Ling smiled faintly.
Haitang was very happy thinking that she would be able to return to the Lu family soon to see Mrs. Lu and Lu Cheng.
She tilted her head to watch Lu Ling write, and then asked: "Miss, do you remember that you didn't write in this font before?"
"This is running script."
Thinking of the Ou Kai script written by the original owner before, Lu Ling added, "Although the fonts in the past were neat and beautiful, they were very time-consuming."
"That's it." Haitang smiled, "Miss, you are so awesome. I'm afraid there's no one in Weizhou who reads as much and writes well like you."
Lu Ling laughed out loud and said: "In this small Weizhou, I am considered a talented woman, but if I go to the capital, I will be overwhelmed by talented women everywhere."
"Really?" Haitang was a little sad. "It's a pity that we will never be able to see how beautiful the capital is in this lifetime."
The corner of Lu Ling's mouth raised slightly, not taking it seriously.
Although she had been dead for three years and had almost forgotten her memories of her life, she knew that in the past, she was a noble daughter of a certain family in the capital.
