May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Pei Zhicheng was taken aback: "Mother, these words... perhaps you should speak to Madam Xie yourself. I am but a humble person, and I'm afraid..."

"How could that be? You're so charming, I'm afraid Miss Xie wouldn't have the heart to refuse you no matter what you say," Wen Yuanshu said with a smile. "On the contrary, I don't get along with Miss Xie, so my words really don't carry any weight."

Since things had come to this point, Pei Zhicheng naturally couldn't refuse.

He could only nod: "...Okay."

Watching Pei Zhicheng leave, Chunhua finally couldn't hide the shock on her face: "Madam, what's going on!"

Wen Yuanshu chuckled softly: "Do you find the current Pei Zhicheng more pleasing to the eye, or the previous Pei Zhicheng?"

Chunhua thought for a moment and said, "Although he was arrogant and disrespectful to you before, he still gave me a better impression than he does now."

"Well..." Chunhua said with some distress, "I used to just dislike him a little, but now... I'm a little scared."

Pei Zhicheng now gives her a strange feeling, like someone with ulterior motives wearing a cloak of innocence.

But he had already revealed his true self, so the more flawless he appeared now, the more frightening he became.

Wen Yuanshu chuckled: "So, are you afraid of me?"

"What are you saying, Madam? Why would I be afraid of you?"

Meeting Chunhua's somewhat resentful gaze, Wen Yuanshu smiled and said, "It was just a casual question."

“Madam, if you let him go back and tell Miss Xie himself, I’m afraid it will upset her.”

"If Miss Xie is unhappy, then I am happy." Wen Yuanshu's smile deepened.

Chunhua chuckled, "Then, Madam, are you trying to sow discord between the two of them?"

Wen Yuanshu shook her head: "After all, they are mother and son. It's not so easy to sow discord between them. It's just that... I don't want them to have such a happy life."

In their past life, Xie Qianjiao and Pei Zhicheng could be considered a loving mother and a filial son.

They schemed to destroy their own family; she never wanted to see such a heartwarming scene again.

-

What happened in Xie Qianjiao's courtyard is unknown, but Pei Zhicheng moved back after noon.

A little later, Pei Zeyu also arrived, bringing a box of exquisite pastries.

"I specially asked someone to buy this from outside. It has a light and sweet flavor that isn't cloying. I think you'll like it."

As Pei Zeyu spoke, he opened the lid of the pastry box, revealing the exquisitely shaped pastries inside.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis," Wen Yuanshu said with a faint smile, "but I have just eaten and I really can't eat anymore."

"It's alright, let's keep it for now." Pei Zeyu said, and put the lid back on.

Wen Yuanshu didn't want to play games with him, so she spoke directly: "Why did you suddenly come here, Marquis? Just to deliver a box of pastries?"

“Yes and no,” Pei Zeyu said with deep affection, “In the end, I just miss you.”

Wen Yuanshu lowered her head, concealing the coldness in her eyes: "Your Excellency should be preoccupied with the future of the Marquis's mansion now."

"Your future is important, but so are yours!" Pei Zeyu said with a smile. "Yuan Shu, as you know, my current busyness is only for the future of the Marquis's mansion. I really don't want to use you as a tool for the continuation of the Marquis's mansion, which is why I don't come here. But don't worry, once the Marquis's mansion has a successor, I will definitely make up for all the years I have mistreated you!"

His energy is precious these days, and he certainly can't waste it on someone who can't have children.

Hearing these words, Wen Yuanshu couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Pei Zeyu is as eloquent as ever.

It's quite a feat to know she's infertile and can't get pregnant, yet still manage to say it like that.

However, his words were exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Yes, I will do as you say, Lord Marquis."

Seeing how sensible she was, Pei Zeyu couldn't help but exclaim, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for!"

After drinking two cups of tea, Pei Zeyu finally got down to business: "Yuan Shu, the Marquis's mansion needs the General's mansion's support and protection in every way. I feel really bad about it. If I want to make something of myself, would you support me?"