High-class maid

For a moment, everyone in the room was stunned. Pang had never seen such a handsome man in the countryside. Shen Zhiyuan, who considered himself a scholar, felt that no one in the countryside looked more like a noble young master than him. Now, Song Wenyang, dressed in a simple black robe, just stood there, looking even more like a scholar than himself.

"Song...Yang'er, why are you up? Are you feeling better?" Wang ignored everyone's reactions; she was more worried about Song Wenyang's health.

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. My health is much better now," Song Wenyang replied.

"That's good, that's good. Quickly sit down and rest for a while. You too, you just sobered up and came out without even putting on a coat." Seeing that he was indeed alright and didn't seem to be faking it, Madam Wang gently scolded him.

"Auntie is right. I was just thinking that the kitchen was warm, and when I heard what sounded like someone insulting Xing'er, I got anxious and rushed over."

Song Wenyang replied, and when he mentioned that someone had insulted Xing'er, his eyes swept over her like a venomous snake, which made Pang Shi shiver in fright.

"Who are you? When did it become your place to interfere in our family affairs?" Although Pang was somewhat frightened, she still mustered up her courage to ask.

"Outsider? Family matter? And who are you to Xing'er? I've never heard her mention you before?" Song Wenyang pressed closer, walking up to Madam Pang and asking.

Although Shen Zhiyuan was also somewhat afraid of Song Wenyang, he couldn't abandon his mother, so he nervously swallowed and stood in front of Madam Pang. Since force didn't work, he would try a softer approach.

“Young master, you have misunderstood something. I am Shen Zhiyuan, Xing’er’s uncle, and this is Xing’er’s grandmother. We are indeed relatives.”

"No wonder you wouldn't let me into your room, you were hiding a man!" Seeing her son blocking her way, Pang felt as if she had found a backer again, and her mouth began to rage again.

"nonsense!"

"presumptuous!"

Song Wenyang and Shen Kun's voices rang out at the same time, and then Shen Kun walked in from outside with a gloomy face.

"Mother, after so many years, is this how you treat my wife and children?" He was not surprised that Song Wenyang was there, nor did he mind that he saw the family scandal. It was as if he regarded Song Wenyang as family.

"Father!" Shen Xing'er called out, and Shen Kun nodded to her, giving the mother and daughter a reassuring look.

Seeing her son disobey her once again for the sake of her and her daughter, Madam Pang angrily said, "Your good daughter is actually bringing men home! No wonder she didn't agree to the marriage I proposed; it turns out she's climbed the social ladder!"

"Mother, watch your words!" Shen Kun's face darkened further, and the last trace of affection in his eyes was completely worn away.

Seeing Shen Kun looking travel-worn, Wang felt a pang of heartache. She stepped forward to help him take off his outer garment, then brushed the dew off his clothes and poured him a cup of hot water to warm his hands.

Shen Kun looked at his mother, who was constantly nagging him, and his brother, who was completely indifferent to him. He also saw his wife, who was heartbroken, and his daughter, who was extremely aggrieved. It was immediately clear who was good and who was bad.

"Father, that's not how it is! She's the one who's forcing me to get married. I only said I wouldn't, and she said no one would want me! Young Master Song couldn't stand it and came out to say a few words, and she said I was bringing men home."

Shen Xing'er pointed at Pang Shi, not even calling her "Grandma," and became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls. She didn't know why she, who was usually so strong, was crying so easily this time. Perhaps the original owner of this body also felt wronged in the afterlife.

Shen Kun did not ask Shen Xing'er why Young Master Song was at home. He turned to look at Madam Pang, like a warrior protecting his family.

"What, are you going to kick me out for some little brat?" Pang raised her chin slightly, as if she was convinced that Shen Kun couldn't do anything about her.

“That’s not quite right. Is it just for Xing’er? Don’t you really have any idea why we moved to the capital more than ten years ago?” Shen Kun said, word by word, his eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.

Pang's eyes darted around, and she continued to argue, "I just made her trip and fall, who would have thought she was so fragile..."

"How cruel you are! Why did I fall? If you hadn't pushed me on purpose, how could I have fallen? I've never said anything in the village for the sake of your son's reputation. Shen Zhiyuan is your son, but Shen Kun isn't?"

When Wang saw her nonchalant manner, she instantly exploded. It was her child whom she thought of every night, but her good mother-in-law covered it up with a casual remark: "It's just a fall."

If Shen Xing'er hadn't been holding her mother back so tightly, her mother probably would have already slapped her. Although she also wanted to hit this cheap grandmother, if her mother had actually hit her, it would have damaged her relationship with Shen Kun.

"Is this how you talk to your mother-in-law? Look at your good wife!" Pang pointed at Wang, furious, and even tried to complain to Shen Kun.

"Yes, I respect you for giving me life and raising me, that's why I call you Mother. But you have never cared about me. You made me work at the docks to carry goods when I was young, and I was always hungry and cold. I always thought that as the eldest brother, I should be more tolerant. But you didn't even spare my unborn child. Now you are scheming against my only daughter. I think our mother-son relationship is over."

After Shen Kun finished speaking coldly, he stopped looking at her.

"Brother, you know Mother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. It's not like we're family." Shen Zhiyuan panicked when he saw that Shen Kun wanted to separate the family, and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Although he looked down on his elder brother's family, feeling that they were commoners and not worthy of his status as a scholar, Shen Kun had sent a lot of money home over the years, and he had benefited from it. For his own benefit, he could not separate from the family.

"You unfilial son! You have raised me with such care and hardship, and now that you've grown up, you don't even want your old mother anymore?" Seeing that Shen Kun was determined, Pang Shi also started to act out and even threatened to hang herself.

"Hmph, the mother-son relationship is just a title you use to morally bind me. Since you're all here today, let's talk about the division of the family property." After saying that, Shen Kun sat down directly.

Seeing that they were dealing with family matters, Song Wenyang felt it wasn't appropriate for him to stay there, so he prepared to leave.

"Young Master Song, please be my witness." Shen Kun looked at him pleadingly. If there wasn't someone of high status to keep Pang Shi in check, who knew what kind of trouble she would cause.

“Okay.” Song Wenyang sat down as well.

"Who exactly is he?" Seeing Shen Kun's respectful attitude towards him, Pang regretted her earlier words.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Song Wenyang, the son of the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices." Although Song Wenyang was reluctant to mention his adoptive father, he had to admit that this title was enough to deal with the Pang family.