Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

"The second daughter of the Wei family is a good girl and a good match. Tian Saner still thinks about her and wants to win her back and make her his legal wife. This is also the reason why he has never brought the women and children he kept outside back to the village." Bai Song said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

Nanchun snorted disdainfully and said, "He's dreaming! If he still has a shred of shame, he should kowtow to the girl and admit his mistake, and never mess with her again. He's greedy, fickle, and yet he shamelessly claims he's only trying to make amends. What does he think of the girl?"

"Oh? You also like that girl?" Bai Song said with a smile.

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Nanchun frowned and said, "I didn't even know about this...Grandpa never mentioned it to me. He arranged it on his own initiative."

"Since ancient times, marriage has been a major matter, decided by parents and matchmakers."

Nan Chun curled her lips and said, "If I don't want to, no one can force me!"

When he said this, he deliberately raised his voice, and his eyes swept over Bai Xun who was standing aside without saying a word.

Seeing that Baixun still had no reaction, Nanchun pursed her lips, turned her head and looked out the window.

You are so cool now, but you will definitely ask me for marriage later.

You are mine again...

Bingtuozi only got a wife after seeing a ghost.

Bo Song, who was driving, shook his head and said to himself, "I'm afraid it's not up to you!"

The car stopped in front of the Bai family's old house.

Nanchun felt a little scared when she saw the big house in front of her. Just as she was about to go to the school, the eldest young master grabbed her arm and dragged her into the yard.

The entire courtyard is spacious, bright, and elegant. Pathways connect the courtyard, dotted with rocks of various shapes. Although winter has arrived, the courtyard is far from bleak. Flowers abound, foliage flourishes, and the atmosphere is vibrant.

Butler Baishan was wearing a navy blue gown and a black satin melon-shaped hat.

His eyes fell on Nanchun, who was being held by Baisong. He stepped forward and took the suitcase from Baisong, saying with a smile, "Master, do you have guests today?"

Bai Song nodded and said, "This is the kid from the Nan family. Uncle Shan, take him there..."

He was halfway through his words when he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and said to Bo Xun with a smile, "Xundi is about the same age as him, and his figure is not much different. Your old clothes should be suitable for him. Why don't you take him to your courtyard to find some clothes?"

Before Baixun could say anything, Nanchun hastily refused, "No, no, no, that's not necessary! Please, the housekeeper, take me to the kitchen and roast it over the fire!"

Bai Shan said kindly, "Young Master, it's so cold. Your cotton coat and shoes are soaking wet. How long will you be able to keep them warm? Be careful not to catch a cold. It would be terrible if you get sick!"

"Of course not!" Bo Song pulled Nanchun with one hand and Baixun with the other, pushing them to the front of the hanging flower gate and then said, "Why is a grown man so fussy? Uncle Shan, let's go to grandfather. I have something to tell him."

Bai Song and Bai Shan left. Nan Chun felt very embarrassed and wondered whether he should say goodbye to Bai Xun. After all, Bai Xun didn't seem to want to see him anymore.

"Come in!" Bai Xun said and walked into the yard.

Seeing that he was so decisive, Nanchun no longer felt embarrassed.

There was a gatehouse with hanging flowers, verandas on all sides, and stone steps forming a path. Although the two sides of the verandas were not as magnificent and flower-filled as the previous courtyards, they were still decorated with pine and cypress rockery and a pond, creating a simple and quiet atmosphere.

"Young master, you're back!" A girl with double buns and a lotus pink dress was walking towards him.

She had a smile on her face, with dimples on her face. But when she saw the wet and disheveled figure next to Bai Xun, her expression changed slightly.

Nanchun turned his head and his ears felt burning.

"Luhe, find him one of my cotton-padded clothes and cotton-padded shoes, get new ones." Baixun ordered.

"Yes, sir, please follow me!" Lu He said with a smile.

"No need, just bring your clothes and shoes to my room." Bai Xun said as he pushed open the door. The room in front of him was obviously Bai Xun's bedroom.

Lu He was perhaps a little surprised and forgot what to do for a moment. Only when Bai Xun looked at her again did she put on a smile again and said, "Hey, I'll get it right away."

Nanchun entered the house somewhat shyly, and was greeted by a refreshing aroma. As she walked further in, the room felt warm as if it were spring.

Bai Xun placed the leather suitcase in his hand on the rosewood desk, picked up the gilded printed hand warmer on the desk and handed it to him.

Warmth slowly spread from Nanchun's red and swollen fingertips. He opened his mouth, but the word "thank you" did not come out.

Bai Xun didn't seem to care much. He quietly opened the suitcase and began to sort the things inside. Nan Chun pursed her lips, and seeing that he didn't pay attention to her, she looked around the room.

Nanchun had heard that the wealthy families in the city now favored Western styles. The eldest son of the Bai family had studied abroad, and his clothing, food, housing, and transportation all followed Western styles. Yet, the furnishings here resembled Bai Xun himself: antique, calm, and elegant.

The same was true of the villa where he lived in his previous life.

The jade pen holder on the table is intricately carved, its relief echoing the height of the giant pine tree on the slope and the bright moon above it, creating a rich and captivating scene. Inside the pen holder are several brushes, each one a master's hand, evident in its materials and craftsmanship.

What was strange was that one of them looked a bit old, and both the material and workmanship were of low quality. Even stranger was that the pen seemed to have been used frequently, with marks of wear and tear on the grip.

"Young master, the clothes are here." Lu He walked into the house quickly.

Bai Xun nodded, pointed to the screen on the right and said to Nanchun, "Go inside and change."

Although Luhe had a smile on her face, her gaze fell on Nanchun with a hint of surprise.

The second young master used to hate others entering his bedroom the most, so among the servants, only she and Ah Fu were allowed to come in to clean and serve him.

The bed frame is made of finely carved rosewood with a moon-shaped door, and a sachet embroidered with pine and cypress patterns is hung on the curtain hook. The faint fragrance makes people feel happy and refreshed.

Nanchun lowered her head and sniffed the clothes in her hands, which also had the same fragrance.

This is the smell of Bai Xun.

In his previous life, because he was with Bai Xun every day, he was filled with this smell.

"Ah, it's true that clothes make the man! After dressing up, he can become a handsome young man!" Lu He smiled with her hands covering her mouth when she saw Nan Chun coming out from behind the screen with a shy look on her face.

Nanchun rarely wore long gowns, and she felt awkward all over. Hearing her teasing and meeting Baixun's gaze, her face flushed.

"The clothes are a bit long, so you just have to wear them. Drink this bowl of ginger soup." Bai Xun said.

"Yes, yes, sir, please drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold." Lu He brought the ginger soup on the coffee table over with a smile on her face.

Nanchun took the ginger soup and drank it all.