roccoschili Chapter 279 A rare closeness
Chapter 279 A rare closeness
Her persistence and ambition gradually touched the eldest lady, and her attitude changed from the initial sternness to gentleness, and she even occasionally showed a look of approval.
At first, Song Yanyi just wanted Cui Rongrong to be happy, but as time went on, he began to realize that something seemed wrong.
She left in a hurry every morning, without even having time to say a word of kindness; and she returned later and later at night, and was always busy when she got home, either reciting the complicated family genealogy, or checking the accounts in the mansion, or she was so tired that she fell directly on the bed and fell asleep, as if his existence had become dispensable.
So, that night, when Cui Rongrong returned late at night again and walked into the dormitory, what she saw was Song Yanyi sitting in the armchair. The dim candlelight reflected on his angular face, and his deep eyes revealed an indescribable coldness and loneliness.
"Xu Cui Rongrong, do you think of me as a decoration in your house?"
His words were like ice in winter, piercing people's hearts.
Cui Rongrong was startled by his sudden questioning. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and confusion and a little panic flowed in her eyes: "What's wrong with you? Why do you say that?"
"What time is it now?"
He asked back with a gloomy look, his words filled with suppressed anger and hurt.
Cui Rong gently put down the account book in her hand, feeling mixed emotions. She tried to comfort him in a calm tone: "If you are tired, take a rest first, and we will talk tomorrow."
However, the tense atmosphere in the air did not ease as a result, and the relationship between the two seemed to have reached an unprecedented deadlock.
These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which instantly made him speechless. His expression became even more unhappy, like a sky covered with dark clouds, dull and depressing: "Then why don't you just come back in the middle of the night."
After saying this, he turned his head away, with a barely perceptible hint of disappointment in his eyes.
When Cui Rong heard this, she was slightly startled, and then she felt that this accusation was nonsense.
"I'm not wandering around. I'm just learning the rules and etiquette of the mansion from my mother-in-law."
She thought secretly in her heart that his words sounded as if she had sneaked out late at night to meet someone secretly, which made her smile bitterly.
Even the eldest lady often praised her diligence and love of learning, and truly appreciated her efforts. I really don't know what else to complain about in her eyes.
Cui Rongrong didn't want to spend more time trying to figure out his thoughts. After all, she had already been recognized by the eldest lady and had a place in the Xie Mansion. She no longer needed to be cautious and careful in observing people's words and expressions.
When a woman gets married, she should follow the old saying "marry a chicken, follow the chicken". However, in the deep and sea-like inner house, if she wants to survive, she must eventually rely on her own strength to stand firm.
Only when one's position is stable can one have more autonomy, more dignity, and pursue more of what one wants and desires.
Although she did not marry Song Yanyi voluntarily, Cui Rongrong was unwilling to become a weak woman who complained about herself and lamented her fate no matter what the situation was.
Compared to anyone else, she longs to live a strong and wonderful life and live out her own style.
"I'm going to take a shower."
After she finished speaking, Cui Rong sighed lightly. She was exhausted both physically and mentally from the hard work all day. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the bathroom.
This action made Song Yanyi's heart tighten suddenly. Her attitude was so calm, as if she was just being casual.
Before marriage, he naively thought that once they became husband and wife, they would become the closest partners in life, all previous estrangements and misunderstandings would be wiped out, and their feelings would become increasingly deep and intimate.
However, reality gave him a loud slap in the face.
She seemed to have never even thought of trying to improve their relationship. She would rather put her energy into pleasing the eldest lady than give him any care.
Thinking of this, Song Yanyi couldn't help but feel an indescribable bitterness in his heart. This seemingly heartless little thing!
The depression in his heart became more and more intense, so Song Yanyi decided to go all out and stood up and strode into the bathroom.
Through the curtain made of gauze, Cui Rong's slender back was vaguely visible. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a simple hairband and fell casually around her waist. The traces left in the bridal chamber that day had been washed away. Her skin glowed with a warm luster under the dim light, and looked particularly soft and delicate.
Looking at this scene, Song Yanyi's eyes involuntarily became deep. He gently pushed aside the gauze curtain and walked in slowly.
"Wan Wan."
He called her name, and his voice became much softer without her noticing.
When he approached the bathtub, he was surprised to find that she had tilted her head and fell asleep in the steam. Her tired face could not hide her elegant and graceful beauty.
"Wanwan?"
He called softly again, only to see her frowning slightly and mumbling something, but she didn't really wake up.
He leaned forward and listened carefully, only vaguely catching her whispering like a dream: "The monthly salary for a maid is five taels, the monthly salary for a second-class maid is three taels, and the monthly salary for a third-class maid is one tael..."
This scene made him laugh and cry, he was both angry and amused.
He shook his head helplessly, but a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He carefully picked her up from the water, meticulously wiped every drop of water from her body, and then gently put her into the bedding on the bed.
Cui Rong, lying in the quilt, seemed to feel satisfied. She turned over comfortably and continued to sleep soundly without even moving her eyelids. Her breathing was even and peaceful.
I had originally planned to have a good talk with her tonight, but unexpectedly I was fooled by her casual tiredness and innocence, and I had to put on a smile and take good care of her.
This feeling of depression and grievance swirled in his chest, with nowhere to release it.
So he simply pulled back the quilt, held her tightly in his arms, and felt this rare closeness.
His lips gently touched her earlobe, and his tone contained a hint of teasing and imperceptible tenderness: "Next time, I won't let you go so easily."
This joking remark also hides his infinite expectations and tenderness for the future.
The next morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale and a thin mist enveloped the capital, casting a mysterious veil over this ancient city.
Before attending the morning court, Song Yanyi deliberately took a detour and unconsciously walked towards Qingfeng Garden.
In Qingfeng Garden, flowers and trees are lush, morning dew is light, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
As he entered the courtyard, he called softly, "Mother, I'm here to see you."
The eldest lady was sitting by the window, holding an embroidery needle, concentrating on embroidering a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. When she heard the voice, she slowly raised her head, with no extra expression on her face. She only asked calmly, "Why, what's the wind blowing today that allows you, the eldest young master, to have the leisure to come here before going to court?"