My wife wants a divorce; if she ruins my life, I'll leave.

"What's wrong with that? Who can take care of a child from the start?" She smiled at Li Mama behind the Second Madam. "If Madam is worried about her daughter-in-law, then please show her some compassion and let Li Mama come and help me for a couple of days. Li Mama is an old woman who has taken care of the Second Master and the Third Sister. She will definitely be able to take good care of Xuan Ge."

When Granny Li recalled the slap she had received a few days ago, her face instantly felt a burning pain.

Not only did my face hurt, but I also lost all face.

She's been serving in the mansion for over twenty years, and yet she gets beaten just like that. The second young mistress even had the audacity to say she had no manners!

The lady went to confront the culprit on her behalf in a fit of rage, but ended up causing the third young lady to be beaten as well. When she returned, she even scolded her.

These past few days, she hasn't dared to breathe loudly in front of the Second Madam, and she avoids the Third Miss whenever she encounters her, for fear of provoking the Third Miss's resentment again.

If I were to go to the Second Young Mistress again, who knows how I would be humiliated!

No matter how much face she has, in the end she is just a slave who has sold herself into servitude, and she has nowhere to complain when she is beaten or scolded by her master.

Therefore, without waiting for the second mistress to speak, she waved her hand to refuse: "Second young mistress thinks too highly of this old servant. This old servant is old and has poor eyesight and hearing. I dare not delay the young master."

Meng Ruohua nodded with a half-smile, agreeing, "It's because I'm getting old."

Her tone was gentle, but her words sounded extremely harsh.

Li Mama's face stiffened. She was in a hurry to decline, but she didn't expect that she would be caught out by the loophole in her words. She leaned forward slightly to check the Second Madam's expression. She must not let herself be sent away because of these words!

The second wife gave her a disdainful look. She was indeed getting old; her words and actions were not thoughtful at all!

However, in her Rongxi Courtyard, it was not Meng's place to interfere!

She glared at Meng Ruohua with a sharp look, and said with absolute authority, "Meng family, don't even think about taking Xuan-ge away! I'm asking you to give Chen-ge a legitimate son as soon as possible, not to raise Xuan-ge!"

Oh my, you've given birth to a legitimate son?

Meng Ruohua smiled faintly. "Don't worry, you will have a legitimate son in the future."

But I didn't give birth to him!

Hmm, it's also possible that it wasn't Song Chen'an's!

Her gaze swept over the second madam's heavily wet dress, and she reminded her, "Madam, you should change your clothes first. Although a child's urine is clean, it still has a smell that can't be washed off even after several days."

Back then, Xuan Ge once urinated on her, and the Second Madam said that children's urine was clean and even complained that she was making a fuss.

The second wife paused, immediately feeling a damp, cool sensation between her legs, and a pungent smell of urine wafted to her nose. She moved slightly, and the damp, cold clothes clung to her skin, causing goosebumps.

"Alright, go back if there's nothing else!"

I get angry just looking at you!

Meng Ruohua stood up gracefully, casually brushed away the wrinkles on her dress, and walked out with a smile.

You're not young anymore; getting angry all the time isn't good for your health!

Qingfeng Academy.

Meng Ruohua leaned against the low couch, engrossed in reading a new storybook.

As dusk fell, Song Chen'an walked in, his clothes shrouded in twilight.

Meng Ruohua was too lazy to get up, her eyes still glued to the storybook, and casually asked, "Where did you come from?"

Pearl was helping Song Chen'an change into his outer robe when he heard the question. He glanced at the dim light outside and replied, "Just got off work!"

Oh, that's the time he goes home after finishing his duties at the yamen.

Pearl deftly draped her outer robe over her shoulders, raised her beautiful face, and asked with a charming smile, "Second Master, are you eating here? I'll fetch it for you."

"Ah."

Song Chen'an walked to Meng Ruohua's side, glanced at the books on the table, and frowned after seeing the title. "Read less of those fictional books. The vulgar language in them is completely unreasonable and immoral."

Meng Ruohua smiled coolly and asked crisply, "Second Master, you've read it too? Otherwise, how would you know what's written inside?"

Song Chen'an looked at her and saw that she was smiling, but a cold feeling came over him.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and steadied himself. "I haven't read it. I'm too busy reading so many classic texts, how could I have time for that?"

"Yes, Second Master should study the classics and do the things of sages."

It's a pity that despite reading so much classical Chinese literature, he still ended up doing something heartless!

Song Chen'an sensed something was off in her words and couldn't figure out what he had done to offend her, even after thinking for a moment.

Even though she verbally offended her mother the day before yesterday, didn't I still manage to persuade her to leave? I even spared her from punishment, aren't you satisfied?

If it weren't for his mother's constant nagging about him wanting to have a legitimate son soon, he wouldn't have come to Qingfeng Courtyard!

Seeing that Meng Ruohua didn't care about him at all, he wished he could just walk away immediately.

To think that he, the dignified second master of the Song family, a twenty-one-year-old young scholar who passed the imperial examination and was one of the ten virtuous gentlemen selected by Wuyinglou, would marry an ignorant woman who only knew how to read storybooks!

Thinking of this, Song Chen'an became even more disgusted, his brows furrowing in a tangled mess. "Put away these storybooks of yours. When you have time, read some poetry, or at the very least, practice your calligraphy."

"Also?" Meng Ruohua lowered her eyes to hide the coldness in them. "Who are you thinking of?"