Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Is it strange that I'm attracted to Mufucheng?"

Cao Shiyue felt that Cao Ying was very baffling:

"I've inquired about it. Mu Fucheng is the Ninth Master of the Mu family. The Mu family is the richest family in all of Fengcheng. So Mu Fucheng must be rich and powerful as well."

"Although he and An Nansheng have a child, they are not married. If I snatch him away from An Nansheng, it won't even count as meddling in someone else's marriage. It can only be attributed to An Nansheng's own incompetence."

She spoke as if Mu Fucheng had already been snatched away by her.

Cao Ying felt a little uncomfortable.

Twenty years ago, when Mrs. An brought her family back to Caojiazhuang, Cao Ying was already twenty years old and a grown-up girl, so she naturally had memories of that incident.

She still clearly remembered her mother and her aunt hiding in the room and plotting.

Her mother said something similar to Cao Shiyue:

"Then Xu Xinci gave birth to a girl. It is said that she was injured and could not get pregnant again. How can they have such a huge fortune without a son? If you give An Yanqing a son, maybe the An family will divorce Xu Xinci and let you become the An family's wife? As long as you give birth to a son, even if Xu Xinci wants to hate you, she can only hate herself for not being able to conceive."

At that time, Cao Ying was not married yet and her heart was still pure.

She looked at her aunt's slightly yellow face, and then thought of Xu Xinci's gentle and peaceful face, and felt that her mother and aunt were daydreaming.

Even if the An family wanted to find a woman to give birth to a son, it would not be her aunt's turn.

Although Cao Shiyue is the most beautiful girl in Caojiazhuang and is indeed pretty, can she compare with An Nansheng?

Although Cao Shiyue had never done any housework since she was a child, she took good care of her hands. She would complain about soaking her hands if she was asked to wash dishes.

Ever since she divorced and returned to her parents' home with her children, Cao Shiyue has stopped doing any housework and even has to wash her underwear.

But she looked carefully at An Nansheng's hands. Those hands were as white and tender as her face. They were definitely not something that could be maintained by just not working.

Aunt Cao Ying suffered a miserable end.

Although her plan to be a playboy failed, she fell hopelessly in love with An Yanqing, whom she had only met once.

So much so that later on, when looking for a partner, he had to follow An Yanqing's standards: he had to be rich and handsome.

This originally good girl dragged on until she was in her thirties and finally married a divorced contractor and became a stepmother to two teenage children.

Until now, she doesn't even have her own children, and her step-sons and step-daughters are not filial. They give birth to children one after another and leave them to her to take care of without even giving her living expenses.

She also became an enemy of Cao Ying's mother. They would quarrel whenever they met, and she would complain that her sister had ruined her life.

Cao Ying knew her sister's personality very well. Relying on her good looks, she was even more arrogant than her aunt.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be almost thirty and still single, and wouldn't come to Fengcheng to ask my aunt to find him one.

There are some things Cao Ying would never tell Cao Shiyue. It's useless to say them because the other person won't listen at all.

Thinking that her son was still being taken care of by his mother at home, she had to pay attention to the affairs of her younger siblings.

If I come to Fengcheng and nothing can be done, I will have no explanation.

Thinking of this, Cao Ying went to the kitchen in the backyard, worked for an hour or so, and made a bowl of stewed noodles and brought it to the backyard.

Old Mrs. An had just finished reciting the scriptures.

"Auntie, you really have a kind heart."

Cao Ying came over and helped Mrs. An to the small restaurant outside the Buddhist hall.