I pretend to be a unicorn in the Red Mansion

Jia Cheng was laughing in the room, and Jia She finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He knocked on the door and the laughter in the room stopped abruptly.

Jia She forced a smile on his face and walked into the room with Madam Xing.

Jia Cheng sat up from the bed and asked with a smile: "Master, Madam, what are you doing?" He looked at what the two were holding in their hands.

Mrs. Xing had just enjoyed the melon and was in a very good mood. She replied happily: "These are the decorations prepared for you to decorate your room. Please pick them out first.

Tomorrow the master will take you to the main courtyard to pick a house you like and decorate it for you with these."

Jia Cheng was not very interested in the decorations in the room. These things were not worth eating or drinking, so he just glanced at them.

"Madam, please help me choose. If you like it, I will like it."

Mrs. Xing smiled. Her divine son was not only good-looking but also intelligent and spoke sweetly. Who could not like him?

She readily agreed, "Okay, Brother Cheng, don't worry, I will arrange it well."

Jia She could not bear to listen any longer. He knew that his wife was born in a poor family and she loved gold and silver the most.

You can tell from her usual dress that it's a bit tacky.

Other ladies like to dress in a fresh and elegant style, wearing jade hairpins all over their heads, or delicate and small gold hairpins with a strong sense of design.

Only Mrs. Xing wore those heavy-weight hairpins in her hair every day, making her look like a nouveau riche.

How can such a person decorate a good house? Don't let his fairy-like son be tainted with the smell of money.

At this time, Jia She had already forgotten what Jia Cheng had just gossiped about him, and quickly took the task of decorating the house into his own hands.

"Madam, let me decorate the house for Cheng'er. You have so much housekeeping to do, how can you have the spare time to do other things?"

Mrs. Xing was a little unhappy and glared at Jia She. “You are becoming more and more prominent every day. You are always competing for favor with me in front of my son. Humph.”

Mrs. Xing thought that Jia She was really too idle now. What was wrong with him? He had nothing to do every day?

Mrs. Xing discovered that Jia She devoted most of his time and energy to Jia Cheng. The more time the father and son spent together, the closer their relationship became.

This made Mrs. Xing feel a sense of crisis.

She wondered why Jia She suddenly became so pure and indifferent. If he was still like before, hanging out with women every day, would he not compete with her for her son?

In the past, Mrs. Xing was afraid that Jia She would look for women, but now she is afraid that Jia She will not look for women.

At this time, Mrs. Xing suddenly stopped being jealous of Jia She's maids, and even wanted to give him two more concubines so that he could focus his energy elsewhere.

Madam Xing suppressed the smile on her face and looked at Jia She coldly, "Master, you are a man who can do important things, you can't be trapped in the inner house every day.

You have to teach Cheng'er to read every day, and also help him find medical books and ancient books. How do you have so much time to decorate the house?

You are a man who does great things, so please teach us women how to do these little things."

Seeing that Madam Xing was actually trying to steal his work, Jia She was immediately displeased and said schemingly: "Madam, there is nothing trivial about Cheng'er. I not only have to teach Cheng'er to read, but also have to take care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Cheng'er is my most valued son and no mistakes can be allowed to happen to him. The house he lives in must be magnificent, with carved beams and painted rafters.

At the same time, it must be grand, solemn, and magnificent.

The house should not only be filled with various exquisite furniture and decorations, but also hung with various calligraphy and painting works.

The layout of furniture and decorations should be just right, exquisite, natural and harmonious, and full of a casual and elegant bookish atmosphere.

Only a house like this is worthy of Brother Cheng, and can make him live comfortably and in good health.

Madam, you don't care about Cheng'er's health." Jia She added in a mean way.

This little trick of sowing discord was really exposed.

Mrs. Xing was so angry that she was about to explode, bitch, bitch.

Madam Xing began to fight back, "Master, what you said is wrong, no one cares about Cheng'er's health more than me.

Cheng Ge'er was the child I carried for ten months. When he was born, he was only the size of a kitten. I worried day and night that he would not grow up. "

Mrs. Xing had tears in her eyes. Jia She thought to himself, "Oh no! This woman is not a good person. She is going to bring up old grudges."

Jia Cheng watched Jia She and Madam Xing compete for his favor calmly. He felt warm all over and felt relaxed from the inside out.

He likes others to love him and fight for him. In his previous life, he tried his best to please others in exchange for wealth, and he is tired.

Life is not easy when you have to bow down and scrape.

In this life, he wants to live his life with his head held high and let others try to please him.

He stared at Jia She and Mrs. Xing with sparkling eyes, wishing they would fight for him.

This idea is a little perverted, but Jia Cheng is just that kind of person.

Jia She treated Madam Xing like a formidable enemy and tried to change the subject, "Madam, we have to take back Rong Xi Tang tomorrow, but we may not succeed this time.

There is no point in us arguing here, let's talk about decorating the room after we get Rong Xi Tang back."

Jia She was sweating coldly.

Madam Xing didn't listen to Jia She. Her emotions had already been brewing, so how could she stop?

She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said in a sad tone: "Shuanbao, do you know why your mother gave you this name?"

Jia Cheng shook his head.

Madam Xing touched Jia Cheng's face and tears fell, "When mother gave birth to you, no one cared about you, everyone went to curry favor with the second wife.

I raised you alone with great difficulty. We had a lack of medical care and medicine, and I was afraid that the wet nurse would harm you, so I could only breastfeed you myself.

You were weak when you were a child, and I was afraid that I couldn’t support you, so I gave you a nickname.

Shuan means to tie. You are a treasure given to your mother by God, so you are called Shuanbao.

Mother doesn’t expect you to be successful, she just hopes you can grow up safely.”

Jia Cheng was also somewhat moved by Mrs. Xing's words. At that time, his luck was sucked away by the system. His soul was that of a normal person, but he could not express himself.

Mrs. Xing really gave a lot for him. Although she didn't have much money, she still tried her best to give him a life of luxury.

Jia Cheng grabbed Mrs. Xing's hand and called her "Mom" emotionally.

Mrs. Xing squatted down and hugged Jia Cheng, and the mother and daughter cried bitterly.

Jia She was at a loss. Wasn't he just talking about decorating the room? Why did he start crying?

Jia She confessed, "I am sorry to you and your mother, I am a bastard. If I had known your suffering earlier, I would definitely not let you live such a miserable life."

Jia She slapped himself and apologized sincerely.

Mrs. Xing glared at Jia She, but did not continue to pick on him.

She wanted to occupy the most important position in Jia Cheng's heart, but she also couldn't let Jia Cheng hate Jia She.

It is still important to have a good father.

The better Jia She treats Jia Cheng, the more support Jia Cheng will get in the future. Who wouldn't be envious of such a huge Rongguo Mansion?

Mrs. Xing wiped away her tears and said, "Alright, Master, ignorance is not a crime. I just hope you can be nicer to Shuanbao in the future. It's not easy for this child to grow up."

Jia She nodded desperately. Even if Jia Cheng was not the reincarnation of a unicorn, he was still his good son.

During the time they spent together, he gave all his fatherly love to Jia Cheng. It would be hard for anyone not to like a child who is handsome, smart and filial.

Jia She and Mrs. Xing looked at each other and showed a rare bit of affection. Jia She found that Mrs. Xing still had her charm.

After crying for a while, Jia Cheng felt a little tired, so Mrs. Xing sang a little tune to coax him to take a nap.

Jia Cheng did not resist and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Jia She and his wife's eyes were so gentle that tears could be dripped from them.

If they were asked to give their lives to Jia Cheng now, they would not refuse.

Jia She and Mrs. Xing left quietly and returned to their rooms.

The previous topic was interrupted. The matter of decorating the room had not yet been finalized, and Mrs. Xing argued for it.

"Master, please decorate Brother Cheng's room, but Rong Xi Tang has not yet returned, so what we said is just empty talk.

Can the old lady compromise so easily? Mr. Zheng has more face in front of the old lady than you do. "

Of course Jia She knew that what Mrs. Xing said was true. His mother was biased to an extreme. She always thought highly of Jia Zheng and always disliked him.

If you want to divide the family, you have to get through the old lady.

Jia She will call Jia Zhen over tomorrow to preside over the division of the family property. This is just a small test. He wants to see how the old lady and his second brother will react.

If the division of the family property could be successful, he could generously give his second brother more of the property, as long as the second branch of the family left.

If the division of the family fails, then as the next best option, Jia She will definitely move back to Rong Xi Tang to create a good living environment for his beloved son.

This small east courtyard is next to the stable and is no match for the main house in Rongguo Mansion.

When Jia She thought about how he had wronged Jia Cheng for so many years, his heart broke.

His Shuanbao has suffered so much!!

Just because he felt that he was guilty of Jia Cheng, he didn't want to let anyone else do anything related to Jia Cheng, even Jia Cheng's biological mother.

Jia She became serious and said in the tone of the head of the family: "Madam, there is nothing trivial about Cheng'er's affairs, so after we take back Rong Xi Tang tomorrow, you can help your son choose a room, and I will be in charge of the decoration and arrangement."

Mrs. Xing is now content with her son and feels confident. She is not polite to Jia She, "Why? Cheng'er is my son. Do I know him better than you? I have to do the decoration work."

Jia She blew his beard and glared, "Madam, I grew up with my grandmother, who was a noble lady of the Yehenara clan. The environment I lived in since I was a child was extremely elegant.

I was influenced by it and have a particularly clear understanding of the furnishings and layout of the house.

I also stayed in the palace for some time, and saw a lot about the magnificent furnishings and layout.

The things used in Brother Cheng’s room must not be ordinary items. How can they be worthy of Brother Cheng?

So let me be in charge of decorating the room."

When Mrs. Xing heard the implication in Jia She's words, her face turned green with anger. This bastard was implying that she, from a poor family, was not worthy of furnishing a room for Cheng Ge.

She was indeed inexperienced, and it was only when she came to Rongguo Mansion that she saw what a wealthy and powerful family was like.

Mrs. Xing gritted her teeth. Although her face was important, it was more important for her son to live comfortably.

She was indeed not as knowledgeable as Jia She, so she could only leave this task to Jia She.

Mrs. Xing took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master."

When Jia She heard Mrs. Xing compromise, he suddenly felt that he was better.

He even wanted to ask Jia Cheng, Brother Cheng, do you like your father more or your mother more?

But after thinking about it, I decided to give up. Since he could ask such a childish question, Jia Cheng probably wouldn't know how to answer it.