The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun slept for two hours straight, and in her dream she saw her child's bloody corpse again. She woke up with a scream.

Sweat soaked her hair, which clung messily to her face.

Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly ahead, clearly still unsure whether this was a dream or reality.

It wasn't until the cry of a baby that she was jolted awake from her reverie.

"Madam, you're having another nightmare."

Xiao Tao took a square handkerchief and wiped Song Wenjun's face. Song Wenjun's heart pounded wildly, and the fear in her body had not completely dissipated.

She took the handkerchief and wiped her sweat, feeling utterly exhausted.

She could not sleep peacefully until she avenged her family.

It seemed the child was connected to her, sensing Song Wenjun's fear, and burst into tears.

Xiao Tao tried to coax her for a long time but couldn't. Song Wenjun reached out her hand and said, "Give it to me."

Strangely enough, the child immediately quieted down as soon as he was in Song Wenjun's hands.

He stared at Song Wenjun with his dark, grape-like eyes, then drifted off to sleep again.

Xiao Tao exclaimed in admiration, "The young master knows that he has stopped crying because his mother is holding him."

Song Wenjun gently patted the baby's swaddle blanket, looking at the infant's tiny face with a radiant maternal glow: "Yes, I am your mother. With your mother here, you have nothing to fear. Sleep now..."

……

The next day, news of Qingshan came from the villa.

The note was hidden inside a steamed bun, and Xiao Tao quickly handed it to Song Wenjun.

When Song Wenjun opened it, she saw a note that read, "A small piece of baby finger bone was found in the dog cage. Jiang Miaoyin lives in the West Garden of the villa."

Upon seeing the words above, Song Wenjun felt as if a large hand was tightly gripping her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Her eyes were wide open, and she clenched her teeth to keep herself from losing control.

Gu Huaizhou, what a cruel heart you have.

He's worse than an animal; he wouldn't even spare his own child.

A sudden wave of nausea surged in her stomach, and Song Wenjun couldn't help but vomit.

Xiao Tao patted her back for a long time before she recovered.

She clutched the note tightly in her hand, then threw it into the brazier to destroy it.

"That child, he really did kill him." Song Wenjun felt indescribable grief and indignation. If she hadn't made preparations in advance, it would be her child who was dead now.

Xiao Tao, her eyes red with worry, said, "He's so ruthless that he doesn't even spare his own child, he certainly won't spare Miss either."

Anger flashed in Song Wenjun's eyes, and with a do-or-die spirit, she said, "That depends on whether he has the ability. Now that I know his character, how can I sit idly by and wait for my doom?"

The last shred of mercy for Gu Huaizhou vanished completely. Song Wenjun had long ago woven a net from which he could not escape, just waiting for him to step into it himself.

Gu Huaizhou wanted to hide Jiang Miaoyin, but she wouldn't let him have his way.

“Go tell Qingshan to set fire to the other house. Without a house, let’s see how he can hide.”

Xiao Tao did not hesitate at all in response to Song Wenjun's actions. A person as utterly rotten as Gu Huaizhou did not deserve to live in this world.

Immediately, a message was sent to Qingshan.

Qingshan was very efficient, and Gu Huaizhou returned home the next day.

He's been leaving early and returning late these past few days, and everyone assumed he was busy with official duties.

Who would have thought that he was taking care of Jiang Miaoyin, who had just given birth?

They were living peacefully in the villa when a fire suddenly broke out in the woodshed. The fire was so large that it almost burned Jiang Miaoyin.

Even the government was alarmed, and they had to register with the government.

If Gu Huaizhou hadn't been in a position at the Capital Garrison Command, his secret with Jiang Miaoyin wouldn't have been kept.

Jiang Miaoyin was so frightened by the fire that she cried in her dreams, and Gu Huaizhou slapped himself repeatedly in self-reproach.

The cause of the fire was eventually discovered to be that a servant had dripped lamp oil on the pine and cypress trees outside the woodshed.

The weather has been hot these past few days; the sun's rays are so strong they could set you on fire.

In order to prevent the situation from getting out, Gu Huaizhou spent some money to send the officials away.

I'm constantly traveling back and forth, and I can't sleep well at night.

Gu Huaizhou looked exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his chin was covered in stubble.

He hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath after returning when he was summoned by Madam Zhou.

Zhou originally wanted to complain about Song Wenjun, but when she saw Gu Huaizhou's tired appearance, she felt sorry for him: "Have you been so busy with official duties these past few days? Look at you, you've lost so much weight."

Gu Huaizhou suppressed the news of the fire at the villa, and Madam Zhou was unaware of the situation outside.

Gu Huaizhou forced a smile and replied, "I've been a bit busy these days, but it'll be fine after this month."

A month later, Jiang Miaoyin finished her postpartum confinement and was able to return home.

Then he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou gave an "oh" and, while supporting her forehead with her hand, winked at Qi's mother.

Madam Qi hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Does Madam have a headache again?"

"Mother's headache has flared up again. Have you called a doctor?" Gu Huaizhou asked with concern.

Zhou shook her head with her eyes closed: "It's an old problem, it's nothing serious."

“Madam, you’ve been bearing all this suffering on your own, how can it not be a problem? These past few days you’ve had headaches and trouble sleeping every night, unable to sleep all night long. In the past, it was always the young mistress who came to massage you, which was more effective than the doctor’s medicine. But now that you’re in your postpartum period, Madam feels sorry for you, so you’ve been enduring it on your own.”

Gu Huaizhou frowned deeply after hearing this, and he was immediately at a loss.

It would be reasonable to have Song Wenjun come to take care of him during normal times, but now that she is in postpartum confinement, it wouldn't be appropriate to call a woman who has just given birth.

He hesitated for a moment, then Zhou, with her eyes closed, pounded her head with her hands, startling Qi Mama into exclaiming, "Madam, you mustn't! How can you hurt yourself?"

"My head, my head..."

Zhou thought to herself that as long as Gu Huaizhou personally intervened, Song Wenjun would definitely not dare to refuse.

She still has to obediently come and serve her.

Seeing this, Gu Huaizhou didn't care about anything else; nothing was more important than his mother.

He stood up, his face grim, and said, "Son, I'll go right away."

It's not like we're asking Song Wenjun to do heavy work; we're just asking her to give Zhou a massage for a little while. There's no reason for her to refuse.