Favoring the concubine and killing the wife? She divorced the concubine and lived with her concubine

The Xiao family and the Sun family had many interactions in the past, but they were not mentioned when I was young.

When the original owner first met Sun Shaohua after he became an adult, he was wearing a green shirt with wide fluttering sleeves, like an elegant painting walking out of an ancient painting.

That day, Sun Shaohua wrote a word "Lan" to the original owner with his pen and ink. The word was strong and powerful, and the original owner was very happy and fell in love with him.

But who would have thought that life after marriage would be so far from what she had expected. She only realized later that Sun Shaohua was like this to everyone, even the fans of the women in the brothel had Sun Shaohua's calligraphy on them, and the words he wrote were full of deep affection.

The original owner was disappointed, yet hopeful, so he felt awkward and depressed.

Sun Shaohua, who was self-righteous and had been praised by everyone, found it difficult for him to like her. Moreover, there was also the increasingly difficult mother-in-law.

Before Sun Shaohua came, Xiao Lan recalled all the details of the original owner's relationship with Sun Shaohua.

She now knew that the original owner's memories were too subjective and could not be fully trusted. She could only search for useful information from them herself. For example: who was the real boss, Sun or Yu Mama...

I don’t know how long I waited, and the tea was changed pot after pot, but finally Sun Shaohua appeared at the gate of the yard.

Xiao Lan stood up to greet him. Her goose-yellow dress fluttered gracefully in the autumn breeze, and she looked dignified as she bowed.

"You're really long-lasting." Seeing that Xiao Lan had a sickly look on her face but was dressed exquisitely, Sun Shaohua sneered and strode into the house with a flick of his sleeves.

Xiao Lan seemed oblivious to Sun Shaohua's ridicule. She dismissed everyone, followed Sun Shaohua into the house, and closed the door behind her.

He poured the tea himself and placed it beside her before sitting down.

"If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible. If your maid hadn't pleaded for you, I wouldn't have come." Sun Shaohua's words implied that in his heart Xiao Lan was not as good as a maid.

"Master, do you really want me dead?" Xiao Lan's tone was calm and unmoved. Looking back, she knew that although Sun Shaohua disliked him, he wasn't murderous. Their relationship was just one of romance and the other of sorrow.

Xiao Lan's question was blunt, but blunt words often cut to the heart. Sun Shaohua, inwardly, asked herself when she had meant to kill her. It was simply her own poor health, and the daily rumors of her dying, but she hadn't taken it seriously, figuring it would be fine if she really died.

"You are dying of illness and will soon pass away. Why do you want me to die?"

"That's good." Sun Shaohua couldn't help but look at Xiao Lan in confusion after hearing what he said.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"If it weren't for the master wanting me to die, I would have lived well. After all, the master is the head of this family." Xiao Lan's eyes were gentle, and she looked at Sun Shaohua with anticipation.

"Of course!" Sun Shaohua drank the tea and said firmly.

"Before, I was in poor health and couldn't help the family. Before I died, I even said crazy things to my mother. But as a woman, married into the Sun family, can I really ask for bad things from them? It's just that I have doubts in my heart and don't know where to start."

"..." Sun Shaohua remained silent, narrowing his eyes as he studied Xiao Lan. Although Xiao Lan had been unpleasant before, he wasn't one to stir up trouble. He was willing to listen to what his concerns were.

"The Sun family now has two cloth shops, two drug stores, three farms, and four rented-out shops. Master should know all about this."

"What? Are you going to settle accounts with me?" With the previous experience as a lesson, Sun Shaohua's face changed immediately.

"I am settling accounts, but not with you." Xiao Lan reached out and covered his hand, patting it gently to show comfort, naturally and gently.

"I'm married into the Sun family, so I'm a member of the Sun family. I'll only help them settle their accounts. Xin'er's dowry, Jiye's house, and the unborn child—all these heirs of the Sun family—aren't they something that Master and I should plan together?"

This time, Sun Shaohua was completely baffled. He stared at the overly thin fingers pressing against his own, feeling the coldness. He had once thought he knew Xiao Lan perfectly, that she was just a shrew with a whiny temper, but now, he felt something different.

"You should have thought so."

Xiao Lan withdrew his hand, quietly wiped it on the handkerchief, and continued, "In recent years, the money these places have brought into the mansion has been less. My mother scolded me for this before, saying that I entrusted the letter to the Xiao family and withheld the money. The master was there at the time." The original owner was only angry at the time and didn't think about anything else.

"Hmm..." Sun Shaohua seemed to be thinking about something. Not only was he there, he also joined in the cursing.

"But I didn't. I am a member of the Sun family. Why would I withhold my own money? Besides, the Xiao family has a lot of assets, and those are just a drop in the bucket. The people who are in charge of those industries are all dedicated old people, and they will not do anything that is not decent." She looked frank.

Sun Shaohua did know that the revenue from those industries in recent years was not as high as before, but he did not care about it because the amount was quite large. However, if he knew that someone had done something bad and deducted his money, that would be another matter.

"Then why didn't you say it before!"

"I... I was unwell and couldn't take care of myself. After figuring out the reason, I suddenly fell ill and was bedridden. Besides..." Xiao Lan raised her eyes with resentment, "I blame the master for asking a prostitute to serve me tea."

Sun Shaohua felt guilty when Xiao Lan looked at him. He turned his head away and evaded the question, "Don't you know the rules of etiquette? I was just saying it in anger!"

"The last time I was bedridden and almost died, it was indeed because of my poor health. I caught a cold and had a high fever. But this time..." Although Xiao Lan was disdainful in his heart, he saw that others were moved, so he struck while the iron was hot.

"But this time it is...but..." She pretended to wipe the non-existent tears with a handkerchief on her face, "Forget it, I won't say anything more. It's good for the master to know these things..." Her tone was desolate. She stood up, took a step back, bowed again, and gave him a farewell look.

"This is the second time I've come back from the brink of death, and I doubt there will be a third time. In the future, please take care of yourself, Master."

Xiao Lan opened the door and saw Mother Xu and Chi Yu standing outside. She was weakly holding onto the door frame and almost fainted. Mother Xu hurried to help her.

Sun Shaohua glanced at the bruises on Mother Xu's face without saying a word.

Chi Yu looked at the master walking out of the yard in front of him with doubt, and then looked back doubtfully. He had clearly seen the master almost reaching out to help his wife when she was about to faint.

When has the master ever shown any compassion for his wife? He used to only do so to He Xiaoniang.

Chi Yu curled his lips. He genuinely disdained his master's fickleness and philandering, but he wouldn't do that. Even though he'd followed his master to see so many beautiful girls in the red-light districts, Haitang was the only one he had in his heart. The mistress hadn't been having a good time in the courtyard these past few days, and it was because he'd secretly given Haitang food, but she simply didn't want it.

"Chi Yu, don't allow your servants to deduct things from Madam's room from now on. Today's tea is very bitter and hard to drink!"

“Yes…” I didn’t care about it a long time ago, but only cared after he died twice.

Chi Yu muttered.