Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

After asking around with Tiancheng for a while, Song Wanyin finally found out where the Jia family lived. It was an old house that looked quite old. The words "Jia's House" were engraved in a flamboyant style on the door plaque. The vermilion lacquered gate had already peeled and faded. The stone lions on both sides of the door looked mighty and majestic, like two sentinels guarding the peace of the home.

Tiancheng walked up and knocked gently on the door. After knocking for a long time, the housekeeper finally came.

The housekeeper cautiously opened the door a crack, and with a pair of piercing eyes that showed vigilance, he looked up and down at the two handsome men in front of the door, and asked vigilantly:

"who are you?"

Tian Cheng bowed politely and said:

“This is my boss, his name is Song Wanzhou, and he is also a friend of Master Jia.

We went to Shou'an Hall just now and heard from the waiter that Mr. Jia did not go to the hall today, so we came here rashly to look for him.

I hope you can do me a favor and go and inform them."

When the housekeeper heard this, he waved his hand unhappily and said:

"Let's go, let's go. It's all because of you bunch of bad friends who have been fooling around with the young master all day long, and that's why the young master got so angry that he fell ill.

It is not convenient for the young master to see you now, I hope you will not come again in the future."

Song Wanyin was about to step forward to explain the reason, but she saw that the housekeeper did not give them a chance to explain at all, and slammed the door shut.

The master and servant were really rejected.

Tian Cheng kicked the door twice angrily and muttered:

"Huh, what's the big deal?"

Song Wanyin thought about it, then took Tiancheng around the old house. Finally, they heard the sound of a whip coming from across the wall in the backyard. Each whip was very crisp and loud, as if it was whipping themselves, which was terrifying.

Then, a hoarse cough was heard in the yard:

"Ahem, ahem, you, you rebellious son, you are deliberately trying to piss me off to death.

I will hand over Shou'an Hall, which I have painstakingly managed for my entire life, to you to manage.

But you are different. You have no ambition and no drive to make progress. You just think about these beautiful girls all day long.

You were actually thrown back by Huayue Tower, and you even came to ask for so much silver.

You have brought shame upon my old self. How could I have given birth to such a useless son like you?"

Soon, a familiar voice came, full of stubbornness and rebellion:

"I just don't want to follow in your footsteps. I just want to live a carefree and easy life.

If it weren’t for you running out to buy medicinal herbs and not coming back until late at night.

My mother would not have run out to look for you out of worry about you, only to slip and fall into a dry well and die.

After you came back, you simply buried your mother hastily and then devoted yourself to the business of Shou'an Hall.

In your heart, you only think about making a lot of money. Have you ever valued us, mother and son?

From childhood to adulthood, you have never asked about my studies. Why do you expect me to achieve fame and fortune?

On the contrary, every time I got into trouble, you beat or scolded me without asking any questions and never gave me a good look.

I often wonder whether I am your biological child?

Since you don't like me so much, why did you give birth to me?

If you have the guts, kill me today, otherwise I will go out and have fun."

Song Wanyin and Tiancheng looked at each other, then tacitly walked to the back door and looked inside quietly through the gap in the door.

I saw an old-looking figure lying in a Huanghuali armchair, covered with a thin blanket, with a pale face and looking very sick.

I guess this person should be the boss Jia Zongli.

The person kneeling in front of him and being scolded was Jia Yuanxi, and next to him stood the shopkeeper Xue, holding a whip in his hand and whipping Jia Yuanxi on the back again and again.

Jia Yuanxi glared at his father with a face full of dissatisfaction. He hated him from the bottom of his heart and was eager to escape from his control. He was determined to go against him:

"Go ahead, go ahead, hit me. Your business has failed miserably and you've lost money, so you just take it out on me.

It is the father's fault if he raises his child but fails to teach him. It is entirely your fault that I have ended up in this situation.

You are not worthy of being a father!"

Jia Zongli was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. With trembling hands, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, covered his mouth with it and started coughing violently.

The coughing became more and more rapid, as if he was about to die.

When he spread out the handkerchief, he saw that it was covered with bright red blood, which stung his eyes.

Seeing this, the housekeeper was so frightened that he immediately brought a bowl of freshly boiled medicine and advised him to take it:

"Master, please calm down. The young master is young and ignorant, so we must gradually persuade him to take the right path.

You must not get too angry and get sick, or Shou'an Hall will be completely ruined."

Shopkeeper Xue saw that Jia Yuanxi's back had been beaten to pieces, and he was hesitant to do it, so he tried to persuade him kindly:

“Master, the young master is your only blood after all, and the Jia family is counting on him to carry on the family line.

If he is really beaten to death, wouldn't the owner be unable to explain to the ancestors of the Jia family a hundred years later?"

Jia Yuanxi was so focused on being stubborn that he didn't notice his father was coughing up blood. He bit his cheeks tightly, and even though his back was in severe pain, he endured it without saying a word.

He was certain in his heart that his father would never really beat him to death, otherwise the Jia family would be extinct.

After Jia Zonglin took the medicine, he took a long break and said with a livid face:

"You, an unfilial son, actually did something that brought disgrace upon our family.

The money you owe is life-saving money for Shou'an Hall's livelihood.

I will not help you pay off your debt. Next time you come to collect the debt, you can kill or chop you up as you please.

You disappoint me so much, I don't have a loser like you!"

Jia Yuanxi lowered his head, still refusing to admit his mistake, and said resolutely:

"Father, I really like Liu Fuxu, the top courtesan of Huayue Tower.

I intend to redeem her and marry her."

When Jia Zongli heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue. He suddenly felt a black screen before his eyes and fainted on the spot.

For a moment, Manager Xue and the housekeeper were so frightened that they rushed forward in a panic, pinching his philtrum and feeding him stimulating pills.

Jia Yuanxi then realized that something was wrong and wanted to go forward to check on his father's condition. However, his back was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up at all. He could only kneel there and worry.

"Father, father, what's wrong with you?"

Soon, the whole backyard became a mess.

Song Wanyin witnessed this scene outside the door and felt sad.

This father and son are really weird. How could they get along so well but become sworn enemies?

Tian Cheng saw his master turn around and leave, so he ran after him and asked in confusion:

"Boss, aren't we going in to look for Master Jia?"

Song Wanyin noticed that the situation had reversed, shook her head and said:

"Master Jia is now in a difficult situation, unable to save himself.

After this period of turmoil is over, I believe he will grow.

By then, I no longer need to beg him, but he will take the initiative to talk to me about cooperation. "

Tian Cheng thought about it and realized that this was indeed the truth. He couldn't help but sigh:

"The boss is still smart! Where should we go now?"

Song Wanyin turned to look at her and said with a smile:

"How long do you plan to wear this wine-smelling outfit?"

Sweet Orange grinned and said:

"Yes, let's go back to Jishiditang to change clothes and check on the patients' conditions."

As soon as they returned to Jishiditang, they saw a few sneaky figures at the door, as if they were planning something.