[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Besides, although Song Yanzhi is the legal wife, she is only the second wife. What is there to be afraid of?

She was confident that she had plenty of means and that killing Song Yanzhi would not be a difficult task.

Take tonight for example, with a little trick, didn't I climb into the master's bed smoothly?

She was certain that Song Yanzhi had no way to deal with her, so she could only swallow her anger.

Just as she was lost in thought, Xu Nian suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar, slowly walking towards her room.

The corners of her mouth instantly rose, outlining a smug and cunning smile, and her eyes flashed with excitement and eagerness.

It must be Song Yanzhi who has come. As long as she comes and stirs things up, the good thing that he has been planning for a long time will be half accomplished.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Xu Nian deliberately let out a long moan. The sound was gentle and soft, with a long tail tone, to ensure that the people outside the door could hear it clearly.

Then she coquettishly lay on Han Heming, her fingers gently stroking his chest, and said in a delicate voice: "Master, I'm afraid that the Madam is here. I'm so scared. What should I do?"

Han Heming's mind was still a little confused at the moment. He was suffering from a hangover headache and his consciousness was still in chaos.

He was suddenly startled by the shout and instantly became a little more sober. Before he could fully come to his senses, the door was slammed open with a loud bang, and Mother Qiao rushed in aggressively with several burly and ferocious maids.

Xu Nian pretended to be panic-stricken, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, wrapping himself tightly, curling up in the corner of the bed, his body shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and he didn't forget to let out a few trembling cries of surprise.

Han Heming's face flushed instantly, and he looked at the person who came with an expression of embarrassment and confusion.

Mother Qiao bowed slightly. Although her gesture was respectful, her eyes revealed unquestionable majesty. She said to Han Heming in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Master, the Madam has ordered you to go see her."

Han Heming finally came to his senses when he saw that it was Mother Qiao beside Song Yanzhi.

When he saw Xu Nian beside him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed, "Why is it you?"

He was drunk last night and his mind was confused. He clearly felt that it was Yanzhi who was next to him, so why was there this woman next to him now?

When he thought of Song Yanzhi and looked at the chaotic and unsightly scene before him, Han Heming felt as if the sky had fallen, and regret and guilt surged in his heart like a tide.

Seeing this, Xu Nian immediately started her performance, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears as big as beans rolled down, wetting her cheeks. She spoke in a sobbing voice.

"Master, do you despise me? I am truly sincere to you, as the sun and moon can attest, as can the heavens and the earth. You can't just ignore me!"

Han Heming was furious and annoyed, his face flushed purple. He pointed at Xu Nian with a trembling finger and cursed, "You shameless thing, how dare you frame me!"

As he said this, he became furious and kicked Xu Nian off the bed. Then he hurriedly put on his clothes and was about to run out.

At this moment, Xu Nian felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his heart was filled with confusion and despair.

She couldn't understand why Mother Qiao came but Song Yanzhi was nowhere to be seen. Now her carefully planned plan was completely ruined.

Seeing Han Heming was about to leave, she was extremely anxious. She cried and screamed as she rolled over and crawled over to him, holding onto Han Heming's legs tightly with both hands: "Master, save me, save me! If you leave and leave me here, I will have no choice but to die."

Han Heming has not given her a legitimate status yet, and now Song Yanzhi already knows about their affair. If the master turns a blind eye now, what should she do when the master steps out of this door?

She clearly saw that Mother Qiao, who was standing beside her, was staring at her with eyes that looked like she wanted to skin her alive. If the master didn't give her an explanation, she would probably die today.

Han Heming was full of guilt at the moment, his mind full of what he had done to Yanzhi. How could he care about Xu Nian's pleas?

He knew Song Yanzhi better than Xu Nian. Yanzhi was a strong-willed woman who would rather die than live in disgrace. Even when they had physical contact, Yanzhi gritted her teeth and was determined not to give him a name. Later, he begged her in bed and swore an oath before he finally won her heart and became her real husband.

They had agreed long ago that they would only have each other in this life, and he would never let her down.

Now that he had made a huge mistake, would Yanzhi become cold-hearted and no longer want him? The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He kicked Xu Nian hard again, using all his strength to break free from her restraints, and walked out with big strides.

Seeing Han Heming walking further and further away, Xu Nian acted like a madman.

Her clothes were disheveled, her collar was wide open, a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks, and the rest were scattered wantonly. She looked like a madman who had just escaped from a crazy nightmare, completely devoid of the gentle charm she had just had.

She slumped on the ground in a state of extreme embarrassment, her legs weak and powerless, her hands stretched out in vain towards the door, her fingertips trembling.

Her voice had already become hoarse from her desperate cries, but she still refused to give up, wailing at the top of her lungs: "Master, you can't just leave me alone! How can you be so heartless? Have you thrown all the tenderness and affection you showed me last night out of your mind? You swore to heaven!"

Every cry was trembling with despair, and was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Mother Qiao stood aside, her posture straight, like a cold-faced demon.

She looked down at Xu Nian, who was kneeling and crying on the ground, with cold eyes, as if she was looking at a disgusting ant, without a trace of pity.

He tilted his head slightly, raised his chin in a contemptuous arc, and when he spoke, his tone was as cold as the icy wind whistling in the coldest days of winter, which could freeze people straight into their bones.

"Miss Xu, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you dare to covet our master?

Since you have joined this mansion, you should know the difference between respect and inferiority and fulfill your duties.

You did such a shameless and unruly thing today. Do you really think that the lady is easy to fool?

Madam has instructed me to teach you a lesson and what true etiquette means, so that you won't act so recklessly in the future!"

After saying that, she waved her hand, and several burly women beside her came forward, staring at Xu Nian with murderous eyes like wolves stalking their prey.

Xu Nian's eyes widened in horror, and he said in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do? The master will not let you go!"

Mother Qiao sneered, "Hmph, at this point, you still expect the master to save you? Who dares to disobey the mistress's orders?"

Without saying a word, several old women stepped forward and pulled Xu Nian up from the ground.

Then, a terrible sound was heard from the room.