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

Old Mrs. Jiang looked at her son with resentment in her eyes, but she did not cry.

The reason why she cried and made a fuss before was because that was like holding her son in her arms.

But now, she knew that she could no longer control her eldest son.

"Did that young Madam Mo tell you something? I knew Madam Mo had no good intentions when she asked her cousin to be your concubine. Since she herself was old and fading and couldn't keep you, she arranged for someone from her family to seduce you.

"You're so stupid! In this world, only your own mother won't harm you, and I'm the only one who's devoted to you! I gave birth to you, and all my thoughts are for you. How could you let that vixen, Madam Mo, deceive you?"

He Wenyan sneered, "Mother has been saying this all my life, and I believed it before, but what happened in the end? My wife and children are separated, and this is the result of believing what mother said! Mother used to say all kinds of bad things about Mrs. Mo, and now she's saying bad things about Little Mrs. Mo. Is mother satisfied only when her son becomes a lonely family?"

Old Mrs. Jiang cried, and this time she cried out of sadness, not out of nonsense.

She felt that she was really doing it for her son's good, but her son did not appreciate it and blamed and resented her.

"Who am I doing this for? I'm doing this for this family. How long can I live? Don't I want you all to be well and my grandson to have a promising future? You blame me for helping my mother's family, but I'm just thinking that your uncle is capable and can be your support. What have I lived for? My brothers resent me for not caring about them, my sons resent me, my daughters hate me too, and my grandchildren avoid me. Look, old man, you left me to suffer!"

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and she cried loudly.

He Wenyan stood up and said, "Mom, have enough food and drink in the future, and don't make trouble! Otherwise, how will you face my father in the future? If you act like before, don't blame your son for sealing this yard!"

After that he left.

Old Mrs. Jiang went back to the inner room, lay on the bed and cried, beating her chest. The maid quietly went to see Old Mrs. He.

Old Mrs. He hurried over. If her cousin-in-law started crying, making a fuss, or even threatening to hang herself, it would be bad during the holiday.

When Mrs. Jiang saw her sister-in-law coming over, she wiped her face with a handkerchief and said, "Sister-in-law, why is my life so miserable? My husband passed away early, and I raised them with so much hardship, but in the end, this is what happened!"

She repeated everything her son said from beginning to end. Old Mrs. He felt so good after hearing it. Being criticized by her own son, did the cousin feel good?

Of course Mrs. Jiang was uncomfortable. Her son couldn't control himself and even rebelled against her!

"He deserved the stroke! Why isn't he paralyzed in bed? And yet God made him limp into my room to scold me. What sin did I commit in my past life to give birth to such a thing?"

Old Mrs. He was horrified. How could someone curse their own son like this? Moreover, this son had obeyed his mother's orders for over thirty years. Wouldn't it be chilling for her nephew to hear this?

He Wenyan stood in front of the window, his face full of disbelief, and then anger.

Just now, he went back to his room and found two scriptures to give to his mother. He wanted his mother to recite some scriptures, but when he saw his aunt go in, he thought for a moment and quietly walked to the window to listen to what his mother and aunt were saying. Was his aunt trying to sow discord between the two families as his mother said?

I didn't expect to hear his mother's vicious tone, as if she wished he would collapse in bed.

Old Mrs. He in the room scolded, "I think you are confused because of your illness, or are you really crazy? Wen Yan is your own son. Didn't he have a stroke because you were angry? Wen Yan can't be an official. Doesn't he have any complaints in his heart? As a mother, you don't comfort him well, which will only make him more troubled. What's wrong with Wen Yan? Wen Yan must have been unlucky in his previous life to have a mother like you! He is not paralyzed in bed. He can still go to plant flowers. The flowers he planted won awards in the competition. Shouldn't you be happy for such a son?"

"But what did you do? As soon as Wen Yan came back, you complained to him about Madam Mo. Shouldn't you be thanking Madam Mo? Your niece-in-law's body couldn't take care of Wen Yan, so she found a young girl from her parents' family to take care of Wen Yan, which made Wen Yan more energetic. Why are you still not satisfied? You have to find trouble with it, right?

"Everyone else envies your grandson for his success, but all you do is find trouble and complain. What exactly do you want Wen Yan to do? You shouldn't have let Wen Yan and Wen Liang get married. You should have let them listen to you and stay with you for the rest of their lives. Don't say that I, your younger sister-in-law, always find fault with you. Look at what you've done. I can't stand listening to anything you say!"

Mrs. Jiang said with a dark face, "If you can't stand it, just leave. Who asked you to come? Whether my son is well or not is none of your business! It's better if you all leave. Take Wen Yan away, and I won't have to see him and won't be bothered!"

Old Mrs. He took a deep breath. If it weren't for wanting to help her niece-in-law, she really didn't want to stay.

"Don't say those angry words. Are you comfortable living here alone now that you're gone? When I came to see you before, who told me to come back more often, to move back home, and that we're a family, sisters-in-law, and that I can't just ignore you? Was that you who said that?"

Old Mrs. Jiang fell silent. She was afraid that Old Mrs. He would get angry and leave, and she would have no one to talk to.

"Then don't say anything that makes me angry. My son makes me angry, and you've made me angry too since you came here."

"Okay, I won't be angry with you. I haven't told you yet. In a month or two, Shanqiao's parents will be here. I'll let Shanqiao's mother accompany you, and I'll ask Wenliang to find a troupe of opera singers, and we'll go to the opera together."

Old Mrs. Jiang's anger had almost subsided. Seeing that her sister-in-law was speaking in a gentle manner, she also spoke in a gentle manner and asked when Shanqiao's parents would arrive.

She didn't know that Shanqiao and the Xue family were engaged, and she thought Shanqiao's parents were coming to see their son.

Old Mrs. He didn't mention it either. She was worried that her cousin's wife would become jealous and unhappy after knowing it, and would cause trouble again.

She lives here to appease her cousin's wife, not to stir up trouble.

After hearing this, He Wenyan went back and tore the two scriptures into pieces in his house.

After hearing what the maid said, Mrs. Mo did not go over. She was now just focusing on taking good care of her pregnancy and would not take the initiative to go over and be the punching bag.

She took out the silver bills and counted them again. Knowing that she was pregnant, her cousin gave her more silver bills, and she wanted to save them all.

If she had children, preferably two, she would then devote herself to raising them and leave the master to the three concubines.

A woman must have her own children, especially a concubine. Otherwise, when she is unable to move in the future, she will have to eat if the servants give her a meal, and she will not be able to get up and eat if the servants don't give her a meal.

There was no movement outside, and the three concubines were not stupid. Think about it, the stupidest person in the family is the master. Sometimes I feel sorry for him, but I also have to say that he deserves it. If the master hadn't insisted on listening to the old lady, the He family would not have become like this.

However, if the He family was doing well, it would not be her turn to come in. In fact, she should thank the old lady.