The passers-by are vicious

Old Madam Song seemed so angry that she slammed the coffee table, and there was obvious anger on her wrinkled old face.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Seeing this, Song Qiyuan stopped playing dumb, lowered his eyes to look at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, and said calmly: "It is difficult for women to survive in the back house, and fighting is inevitable. Grandmother should be more understanding, there is nothing wrong with what Wanwan did."

Madam Song shook her head in disappointment. "I thought you were just a dull person, but I never thought you would indulge her in harming others like this."

Song Qiyuan raised his eyes and looked at Old Madam Song. His dark eyes were deep and cold. "Su Luoyan wanted to kill Wanwan with that bowl of medicine. She just gave the medicine to someone else using Su Luoyan's hand. Isn't that to protect herself? What's wrong with that?"

The voice was calm yet revealed indifference.

"Besides, even if there weren't bowls of soup, she couldn't have one."

Madam Song slammed the tea table again, and couldn't help but yelled: "I think you are blinded by lard."

The teacup was shaken slightly, making crisp clash sounds, but Song Qiyuan's expression did not change at all, he was still distant and indifferent, not moved at all.

Old Madam Song seemed to be angry. She used to think that Song Qiyuan favored Jiang Wanwan a little bit, and she didn't want to hurt the relationship between the grandparents and granddaughter, so she didn't care.

However, Song Qiyuan actually condoned Jiang Wanwan's misbehavior in the backyard of the Marquis' Mansion, and now he turned a blind eye to Su Luoyan's death.

"I don't agree. You favor that sickly girl. How can she be worthy of being the wife of the Marquis's mansion after doing such evil things? Forget it."

It seemed that she was so angry that her tone became a little agitated. Madam Song couldn't help but cover her chest and waved her hands with an ugly expression.

Song Qiyuan still respects and loves his only relative, Old Madam Song, very much, and cares about her health and feelings.

But this cannot be a reason for Old Lady Song to hold him hostage. Song Qiyuan pursed his lips into a straight line and said firmly, "It doesn't matter whether Grandmother agrees or not. As you said, I am the Marquis, so naturally I have the final say."

“You….” Seeing that Song Qiyuan insisted on his own way, Old Madam Song pointed at him and was so angry that she couldn’t speak.

This was the first time that the two of them, grandparents and grandchildren, had such a quarrel, and a certain rift arose in their hearts.

Old Madam Song is now even more certain that she must not tolerate or allow Jiang Wanwan to dominate the Marquis' Mansion.

She wanted to take a concubine for Song Qiyuan.

Old Madam Song wanted Song Qiyuan to marry another family's legitimate daughter as the new marquis' wife, but Song Qiyuan was unwilling.

Seeing this, Old Madam Song took another step back and asked Song Qiyuan to marry Su Wanran, wanting to use Su Wanran to suppress Jiang Wanwan, but Song Qiyuan was still unwilling.

After all, considering Madam Song's health, Song Qiyuan was unwilling to argue with her.

But Old Madam Song was determined and refused to agree, and even used her power as the head of the family to deal with Song Qiyuan.

Song Qiyuan and Mrs. Song finally parted on bad terms.

Yoona told Jiang Wanwan the news she had heard. Her face changed slightly after hearing it, and the fingers holding the chess piece turned slightly red due to the sudden force.

Looking at the black chess piece in her hand, Jiang Wanwan fixed her gaze on the chessboard, feeling hesitant. She didn't dare to move against Old Madam Song.

But Jiang Wanwan refused to just swallow her anger like that. She seemed to remember something and asked someone to take out the box from the cabinet.

When he opened it, he found Aunt Zhao's indenture contract. Jiang Wanwan took out the paper and held it in her hand, and began to think.

This was given to her by Song Qiyuan when he stayed there for the first night. Her indenture had been burned long ago, and Song Qiyuan also sent people to delete it at the government office. She was now a concubine with the status of a commoner.

Jiang Wanwan decided that she needed to plan carefully. From what Old Madam Song said, she could tell that Song Qiyuan and Old Madam Song had many spies in the Marquis' Mansion.

His every move was probably under the sight of Old Madam Song and Song Qiyuan's people, so it would be inconvenient for him to take action.

She had never thought of becoming a marquis's wife before, but now that she has this opportunity, she will not miss it.

Even Madam Song couldn't stop her.

She must be unable to do it now that she is old. Since you have any complaints about her, you might as well take a rest.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes flickered with a dark color. After making up her mind, she held her forehead and said to Bi'er beside her: "I have a headache recently. Ask Doctor Zhao to come tomorrow."

When Liu Benchu ​​walked into the house carrying the medicine box, only Jiang Wanwan was sitting on the couch with her eyes closed. When she heard the voice, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing her pair of eyes as bright as autumn water.

Jiang Wanwan didn't say anything about you coming, but she just frowned and coughed sickly before she spoke: "Although the old lady found out about everything you did for me, I still want to thank you."

In fact, the old lady did not discover that Liu Benchu ​​had drugged Su Luoyan. She only knew that Jiang Wanwan had given the hosting rights of the birthday banquet to Su Wanran with bad intentions.

However, Jiang Wanwan said this on purpose. Liu Benchu ​​naturally knew that he sent people to act so secretly that it was impossible to be discovered, but he did not refute Jiang Wanwan.

He just looked at Jiang Wanwan with a gentle smile on his handsome face, his eyes were dark and inconsistent with his temperament, and his tone was full of expectation, "I wonder what the reward will be."

On the bed, with layers of gauze curtains, Jiang Wanwan pressed her bare fingers on the man's thin lips that he wanted to kiss again. Her face flushed and she panted slightly, "You have to do one more thing for me."

Liu Benchu ​​panted heavily, kneading her soft and graceful waistline with his palm. "Don't mention a thing. I can go through mountains of swords and seas of fire for you."

His gentle and handsome face had red marks of passion. He kissed the bare fingers with his lips, then buried his head in Jiang Wanwan's fair neck and kissed her passionately.

Jiang Wanwan inserted her fingers into the man's soft black hair, slightly bent her fingers to grab his hair, and at his subtle teasing, her scarlet lips slightly opened and she let out a soft cry.

"You are helping me..." Jiang Wanwan didn't have time to say the rest of the words before the man blocked her mouth. Her clothes were gradually taken off, and the gauze curtain shook, completely covering the two figures on the bed.

The corners of Liu Benchu's lips curled up, and he put his arm around Jiang Wanwan's waist with a satisfied look on his gentle and handsome face.

His upper body was naked, revealing his well-defined chest, and his arms were strong, tightly wrapped around her.

Jiang Wanwan still had some tears in her eyes and beads of sweat on her forehead. She patted the man's arm and said, "Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"This is the reward I deserve. What am I afraid of?" Liu Benchu ​​kissed the cheek of the person in his arms, teasing in a gentle voice.

Seeing that he looked fearless, Jiang Wanwan frowned and pushed him, "Don't forget your business."