Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

Mo Chenxi took the time to knit some gloves with cotton thread, the kind that only had half of the front of the five fingers open, making it convenient to hold a pen and write.

She didn't have to take care of the He family's household chores. Except for going back to her parents' home, the Wang family, and visiting friends, she spent the rest of her time knitting gloves.

First, a pair was given to He Shanluo and He Shanqiao.

She found that He Shanqiao was not like a relative who came from the countryside to beg for money. Since he moved into the college, he would not come back unless he was asked to.

Every time he comes back, he will not be empty-handed, and he will always buy some food. The last time I took him to the Mo family, he even bought gifts for the Mo family elders.

It is rare for a fifteen-year-old boy to be so thorough without any elders to guide him.

He Shanluo is two years older than him, but if you don’t tell him and don’t prepare him in advance, he won’t think so much.

Don't underestimate these social skills. People who are good at them are definitely more likable than those naive people.

He Shanluo was raised too well by his parents, just like today's parents. As long as the child studies hard, they will serve him meals and don't let him wash the dishes. They will not tell him if there are any problems or difficulties at home.

Some are born sensible, observant and thoughtful, just like the two brothers He Wenyan and He Wenliang, who were born to the same parents and raised by Mrs. Jiang herself, but they were sons with different mentalities.

He Shanluo failed the imperial examination and it was time for him to get married. He grew up to be a naive man.

Compared with He Shanqiao, Mo Chenxi was easier to teach. Fortunately, He Shanluo was obedient. He did not hold a grudge against his cousin just because his cousin was more knowledgeable and sensible than him. Instead, he felt that he should take better care of his cousin because he was so far away from home.

It’s early September and it’s time to buy winter clothes in advance. This time I don’t have to spend too much money, and the fabric Mrs. Wang gave me is just right for me.

To thank Mrs. Wang, Mo Chenxi gave gloves she had knitted to everyone in the Wang family, including Wang Huilan.

Nie Lingxuan was very happy and said that when it snowed, her hands wouldn't be cold when she played in the snow.

Mrs. Wang was afraid of the cold, so she used a hand warmer and wore new gloves.

"This is good. It won't hinder my work. Sister Mo's hands are really skillful. I can't do needlework at all. I'd rather use a knife than a needle."

Mo Chenxi was familiar with them and knew that Wang Huilan was good at using a spear, while Mrs. Wang was good at using a dagger, using both hands at the same time.

Mo Chenxi has already prepared to let his younger daughter and son learn some basic skills from his sister-in-law Zhou, one to strengthen their bodies and the other to be able to protect themselves.

She saw that Mrs. Wang was wearing a gray-green cotton-padded jacket, a light dark green skirt, and a pair of dark green shoes embroidered with calla lilies in gold thread.

Looks ordinary.

She still doesn't understand fabrics or how to identify them, and can only tell the difference between cotton and satin.

It was Mother Wang who told her that the clothes Mrs. Wang was wearing were not ordinary. Not to mention whether she was a merchant, even some ladies of noble titles might not be able to afford them.

Mo Chenxi was surprised. When Mrs. Wang first came, she was wearing half-worn clothes, and even when she bought new clothes later, she didn't look very luxurious.

But later, when Mrs. Wang moved to the house that Wang Huilan came with as a dowry, Mo Chenxi learned from their conversation that when Mrs. Wang lived in the Mo family, she only brought two maids and two old women, and the dozen or so people who came with her all stayed in the inn.

There are six needlework maids alone, and the clothes they wear are all made of purchased fabrics and sewn by the needlework maids on a regular basis.

Mo Chenxi couldn't guess what kind of family the Wang family was, as they could live such a luxurious life in their daily life.

She also found something strange. Wasn't it said that merchants couldn't dress too extravagantly?

That means that although Mr. Wang is a businessman, the Wang family is not a merchant family.

Mrs. Wang saw that Mo Chenxi looked better than when she first arrived, and her face became rosy.

She said what her junior sister asked her to say. Wang Huilan added, "I was afraid that I might have been abrupt by saying it directly. Although my junior sister has never met my mother-in-law, she knows her mother-in-law and that she would do anything for her youngest son. I was just afraid that she would come after you in the future. It was my fault for saying that."

Mo Chenxi was shocked. She had always thought that others would stay away from her because she was possessed by Mrs. Chang, but she didn't expect that the business of fortune-telling would come to her while she was at home.

The problem is that she can't do it. She was just pretending that time.

Now she couldn't tell anyone that she was pretending, so she had to explain: "I don't know what happened that time. I rarely do fortune-telling, so I don't know much about it."

Wang Huilan said: "No matter who comes to you, just refuse. Find a reason to refuse."

Mo Chenxi blurted out, "What reason?"

Wang Huilan...

Why does she look a bit like her younger brother Mo Xinzhi?

"Just say...just say you can't. And besides, you're a god, not a fortune teller. Don't agree to anyone's soft talk. My mother-in-law would kneel down for you for her son, so you better stay away from her."

Mo Chenxi nodded. She would pretend to be unconscious. If anyone used their power to force her to become a fortune teller, she would pretend to be unconscious.

But why does Mrs. Wang look expectant?

Mrs. Wang was looking forward to it. She ignored the look her junior sister gave her and asked anxiously, "Sister Mo, if... I mean, if there are relics from our ancestors, can you summon them?"

Mo Chenxi didn't understand what it meant and had a face full of question marks.

Mrs. Wang burst into tears. "My father passed away in an accident because of me. I want to see him and say sorry to him."

Mo Chenxi...

"I'm sorry, I really can't. If I could do it, I could find reasons to refuse others, but I won't refuse Mrs. Wang."

Mrs. Wang's eyes were filled with disappointment. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears. "I was rude. I just..."

She tried hard to hold back her tears. Her sister was growing up, but she was still like a child. If it weren't for her willfulness, her father would not have gone to look for her again and again. She felt sorry for her father, her sister, and her two younger brothers, making them lose their parents at such a young age.

It's all her fault.

Wang Jingye heard it at the door and frowned.

The next day, Mo Chenxi received a message from her parents' home asking her to go back.

After returning, she didn't expect that it was Wang Dongjia who wanted to see her.

"Madam He, I heard everything Xiangxiang's mother and Madam said yesterday. I want to ask Madam for a favor."

Mo Chenxi had a bad feeling that Wang Dongjia wanted her to pretend to be a fortune teller.

"Xiangxiang's mother has always had a knot in her heart. Even without me telling you, you know she feels guilty towards her father. For so many years, she would often wake up crying in the middle of the night. I would like to ask Madam... as if I can communicate with her through spirits, to have my father-in-law tell her that he doesn't blame her, and that she should live a good life and thank her for taking care of her younger siblings."

When Mo Chenxi saw tears in Wang Dongjia's eyes, her eyes also became moist, because if she could communicate with spirits, what she wanted most was to talk to her modern mother in her dreams.

"I'm forcing you to do something. I know Madam is kind-hearted. It's mean of me to bring it up even though I know it. But I feel sorry for my wife, Xiangxiang's uncle and aunt. I shamelessly ask Madam for a favor. You can come to me if the Mo family has any problems in the future."

Mo Chenxi was thinking that asking her to pretend to be a fortune teller did not mean treating her as a fortune teller.

Wang Dongjia's help to the Mo family and her pretending to be a fortune teller to comfort Mrs. Wang were also good things.

Just think of yourself as a psychiatrist.