The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Li Jiu quickly caught up and talked to Sang Wan for a while.

He ran back to the carriage happily. Pei Jinzhi was a little displeased: "You are a rough man, how can you be so rude as to tug at a girl on the street?"

"?" Li Jiu: "Master, I didn't argue. I just wanted to ask Miss Sang how to make malt sugar."

He turned around and looked at the receding figure, feeling a little reluctant: "What a nice girl, I wish she was my sister."

Pei Jinzhi folded the banknote and put it into his sleeve, sneering calmly: "What good is there in a heartless and ungrateful person?"

Li Jiu didn't think so. "How can she be so heartless? Master, even though she has become rich overnight, she still remembers to pay you back. I think this Miss Sang is very loyal and knows how to repay kindness. She is kind-hearted."

Pei Jinzhi groaned and said nothing.

There seems to be a strong sense of resentment all around.

"You talk too much. I'll punish you by making you keep quiet for two hours."

Li Jiu covered his mouth, his eyes glaring like bells:

"That's too cruel, Master."

"Add one more hour of punishment. You are not allowed to make a sound for three hours." Pei Jinzhi hit him on the head with the jade bone fan.

Li Jiu had a sad face and retreated silently.

What's wrong with me? I'm happy sometimes and angry sometimes.

The speed at which they changed their attitude was as fast as Juneday.

*

When Sang Wan returned to the new house, Sang's mother was already there.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sang Wan: "Wan'er, these maids said this is our new house?"

They brought her here, and she was terrified.

"Where did they get the money to buy a house? And all these people, my God, this is..."

Her eyes were filled with fear instead of joy: "Could it be that your brother made his fortune by committing murder or robbery?"

Sang Wan really couldn't explain where all this money came from.

"Mom, this has nothing to do with my brother. It's just that our family got lucky and suddenly became rich."

Even she couldn't stop the unexpected wealth from falling from the sky.

As he was speaking, Sang Daqing came back with Liu Yumei.

Before anyone entered the yard, a voice started:

"Mom, I brought Yumei and Fang'er back."

Liu Yumei held her son's hand with her left hand and carried a bundle with her right hand. Her cheeks were flushed and the two large peonies on her head were very beautiful.

"Wow, this is a three-story courtyard! The pillars, the eaves, oh, it's so magnificent, it's really magnificent."

She was extremely satisfied from head to toe, inside and out.

"My dear, this house is great. You don't need to worry about anything in the future. Just enjoy yourself."

Sang Daqing patted his chest loudly:

"From now on, I will be the one supporting this family. You all just need to live comfortably."

Liu Yumei's eyes were so smiling that they became a line:

"My husband is truly amazing. That Taoist priest from the Quanqing Temple wasn't kidding me. He said that with your broad brow and high, full forehead, you're sure to receive blessings and rich gifts from heaven."

Sang Wan sneered inwardly.

Oh, good, good, good Taoist priest.

Little did you know that your husband almost lost all his underwear.

Only then did Mother Sang finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart:

"Okay, I'm glad you're back. Our family is living in harmony and happiness, and it's better than anything else."

Liu Yumei took her hand affectionately:

"Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. I always say I want to see grandma."

As soon as Fang'er's little head touched Sang's mother, her tears fell: "My dear grandson, come and let grandma hug you. You miss grandma so much."

Fang'er hugged Sang's mother with her little hands and said in a baby voice:

"Grandma, Fang'er misses you."

Sang Daqing sat proudly on the armchair beside Sang's mother, picked up the teacup and took a sip:

"Well, this tea is good. Mom, you should try it too."

Mother Sang wiped her tears and said, "Oh, I'll taste it, I'll taste it."

The mother is loving, the children are filial, and the family is happy.

What a warm and happy reunion.

Sang Wan leaned against the door and found herself redundant.

It's strange, when did she feel so alienated?

I felt that I was incompatible with such warmth.

A maid came to her side and asked in a low voice: "Miss, how should we arrange the rooms in the new house?"

Sang Wan was about to speak when Liu Yumei heard him and said, "Everyone, wait. I'll make arrangements for you later."

"Well, listen...Mrs.

Sang Wan thought about it and changed her words.

Now that Sang Daqing has transformed himself into Master Qing, Liu Yumei is naturally the mistress of the house.

"Sister-in-law, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay in the west room. I want to get some sleep."

I went to see Sang Daqing last night, and fought three rounds in the gambling house today. Now that I have relaxed, I feel so tired that I have no strength left.

Liu Yumei was now rich, and she was also in a good mood towards her: "You look unwell, go lie down quickly."

Sang Wan just turned around and heard her mumbling again:

"After being at the Pei Mansion for a few days, she's become spoiled. She wants to lie down before the sun goes down. She still thinks she's a rich lady."

Sang Daqing quickly pulled her sleeve:

"Keep your voice down. We're rich now, so what if we're lazy tonight?"

For the sake of face, he never told Liu Yumei where the money came from, but only said that he earned it himself.

Liu Yumei just wanted money and didn't ask any further questions.

She is the mistress of a large house with three courtyards.

"I've finally made it, Sang Daqing!"

"Yes, yes, my wife has endured all this hardship with me, and now we can finally relax. Tomorrow, my husband will take you to the best gold shop, silk shop, and rouge and powder shop in town. What others have, our wife must have too."

"My husband, you are so good to me!"

Fang'er babbled, "Daddy, I want one too! I want to ride a big horse and buy a big sword!"

"Okay, okay, I'll buy them all, I'll buy them all!"

Mother Sang smiled brightly, her eyes wrinkled into flowers: "Fang'er is still young, how can he ride a big horse?"

"If we buy a big horse, Fang'er will grow taller. When he grows as tall as his father, he can ride a horse."

The children are talking and chatting, and the family is having a great time.

Sang Wan walked away silently. The evening breeze was a little chilly.

The excitement was theirs and had nothing to do with her.

She raised her hand, and her sleeve slipped down, only then did she see a bruise on her wrist.

He must have pinched it when he was pushing and shoving with Sang Daqing today.

Her wrist had already been swollen, but she was numb and didn't feel it.

My hands were numb, and for some reason, my heart started to ache.

"Girl, girl."

A maidservant caught up with him.

"What's wrong?" Sang Wan asked, touching his wrist.

"There's a boy outside the door. He said someone asked him to bring you some medicine. It's for swelling and pain relief. Please keep it."

The maid respectfully handed her a porcelain bottle with both hands.

Sang Wan was puzzled: "Who could have asked this?"

"I asked, and the servant said it was a girl."

"Okay. Go ahead." Sang Wan thought about it, girl?

Hmm. It must be Qinghe.

How did she know she was injured?

After thinking about it, Sang Wan suddenly understood.

Qinghe had just healed from an old injury, and she must have been worried that she didn't have enough medicine, so she secretly had someone deliver it to her.

She is such a caring sister, I must thank her very much.

The porcelain bottle is warm and slightly cool when held in the palm of your hand, but your heart feels warm.

There are still people who care about her.