Pei Yu cast a seemingly disapproving glance at Song Wanying. "He's my father and your future father - in - law. How could you talk about him behind his back like this?"
Song Wanying was good at reading people's expressions. Immediately, she smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes. You're right to scold me, Pei Lang. After all, you're going to be the master of the Pei Mansion in the future and the successor of the Supreme Court of Judicature. Naturally, you'll be entrusted with important responsibilities."
Pei Yu nodded in satisfaction. Song Wanying walked over and sat down at the table. A servant beside them immediately poured tea. Pei Yu followed suit. Song Wanying was about to hand the tea to him when she caught a glimpse of the handkerchief in Pei Yu's hand.
"Your handkerchief..." Song Wanying's face changed. Before Pei Yu could say a word, she quickly snatched it away.
When Song Wanying unfolded the handkerchief, the delicate plum blossoms on it instantly changed her complexion. "You met that bitch Song Ruotang?"
Her tone was gloomy and harsh, showing none of her previous tenderness. She recognized the fabric of this handkerchief. It was the material Pei Zhi had once used to make clothes for Song Ruotang. She had ordered the servants in the manor to snatch it and deliberately left the scraps to disgust Song Ruotang.
Pei Yu frowned, dissatisfied with her attitude, but still said indifferently, "Aying, why such an expression? You're the only one who will be my wife, aren't you? Is it really necessary to spoil our relationship over a handkerchief?"
As he spoke, he walked over and tried to put his arm around Song Wanying's shoulder. She slapped his hand away and snorted. "You promised me that you wouldn't even look at that bitch again. But now you still keep her handkerchief. What does this mean?"
Pei Yu clicked his tongue, seemingly impatient. "I didn't want to either. It was that bitch who came to give it to me on her own initiative."
"She even dared to seduce you?" Song Wanying's face contorted slightly, and the anger in her eyes seemed about to burst out. Pei Yu nodded. "Yes, she gave it to me herself."
Song Wanying squinted her eyes slightly, and her anger seemed uncontrollable. Pei Yu put his arm around her shoulder again and coaxed softly, "Don't worry, Aying. I only like you. No matter what Song Ruotang does, she can never shake your position."
Song Wanying gave him a sidelong glance and snorted. "It'd better be so."
Pei Yu tightened his fingers slightly, dissatisfied with her attitude, but in the end, he said nothing. The two got intimate for a while before separating.
The next day, as usual, Pei Zhiyan left early for work. When Song Ruotang got up to wash her face, she noticed that the place on the table where the coat had been was clean. She frowned slightly and turned to Xiaoxi. "Where's the coat I brought back yesterday?"
Seeing Song Ruotang's confused and slightly anxious look, Xiaoxi smiled, turned around and walked towards a desk in the corner on the other side. "This morning when I came in with water to serve the master, I was afraid of accidentally soiling the coat, so I moved it."
Xiaoxi brought the coat over and added, "I'll send someone to take it to the Supreme Court of Judicature right away."
Seeing that the coat was found, Song Ruotang let out a sigh of relief. She had thought that Pei Zhiyan had taken it with him when he went out, which would have ruined her original plan.
Fortunately, Xiaoxi had moved it. Pei Zhiyan was probably in a hurry to go out and forgot about it. Moreover, Song Ruotang hadn't mentioned asking him to take it to the Supreme Court of Judicature and give it to Pei Yu.
Otherwise, her identity would have been exposed.
Seeing that Xiaoxi was about to go out, Song Ruotang called her back. "There's no need to send it to the Supreme Court of Judicature."
Xiaoxi was a bit confused. Song Ruotang explained, "It'll be troublesome for the eldest young master to bring it back from the Supreme Court of Judicature. It's better to send it directly to the mansion."
She smiled at Xiaoxi. "The master saw the coat again last night. I discussed it with him, and he agreed."
These words dispelled Xiaoxi's doubts, and she obeyed the order and left.
Song Ruotang watched Xiaoxi's back and curved her lips slightly.
She knew that Song Wanying was very possessive. As soon as they got together, Song Wanying had arranged for people to secretly monitor the Pei Mansion, for fear that other women would get close to Pei Yu.
Now that she sent the coat over, Song Wanying's people would surely find out.
Song Ruotang knew that Song Wanying would get the news, but she didn't expect that Song Wanying would witness it with her own eyes.
After last night's incident of Pei Yu keeping the plum - blossom handkerchief, Song Wanying had been skeptical. Although she was confident in her own beauty, she also knew that Song Ruotang had a charming face.
At first, she had wanted to ruin that face, but Pei Yu had secretly protected Song Ruotang. After all, Pei Yu liked beautiful women.
So when she went to the Pei Mansion as a guest today, she had planned to take the opportunity to search Pei Yu's courtyard. Unexpectedly, she happened to meet the person sent by Xiaoxi to return the coat.
The visitor bowed to Song Wanying. Seeing her luxurious clothes, he thought she was an important master in the mansion and explained, "Miss, this is the young master's coat. I was ordered to return it. Our mistress has specially prepared some small gifts. Please accept them."
The servant of Pei Yu who was accompanying Song Wanying took the coat, several dried persimmons and a box of tea. Before the visitor could leave, Song Wanying snatched the things away.
She glanced at the small gifts and snorted. "That bitch is really bold..."
Song Wanying waved her hand, and the person who came to deliver the things quickly left this troubled place. She looked at the dried persimmons in her hand and suddenly threw them hard on the ground. The dried persimmons rolled for a distance and got covered in dust.
"Miss, please calm down..." The servant quickly knelt down, complaining in his heart but not daring to make a sound.
Song Wanying paced back and forth a few steps, opened the tea canister, and saw the tea produced in the Song family's manor in the suburbs of the capital. This was the manor where Song Ruotang had stayed.
Dried persimmons were Song Ruotang's favorite food.
This coat was obviously sent by Song Ruotang.
It meant that Pei Yu not only kept her handkerchief but also gave her his coat!
Song Wanying was burning with anger. She threw the porcelain tea canister at the servant kneeling in front of her. The servant fell in pain, and the porcelain canister rolled and shattered.
"That bitch! That bitch!" Song Wanying cursed a few times, then lifted her foot and walked out. When passing by the dried persimmons she had thrown on the ground, she couldn't help but step on them until they were mashed and then stomped on them a few more times.
Pei Yu's servant didn't dare to say a word. He could only watch helplessly as she rushed out in a hurry. Only after her back was out of sight did he dare to run towards the Supreme Court of Judicature.
At first, Song Wanying had thought that Song Ruotang had been married as a concubine and disdained to associate with her. In recent days, she had been busy preparing for her wedding with Pei Yu and had no time to laugh at Song Ruotang.
She never thought that this would give that bitch an opportunity. Having already been married as a plaything for an old man, that bitch still dared to secretly seduce Pei Yu and pester him.
If she didn't teach this bitch a lesson today, this bitch would forget her place and dare to provoke her.
It was easy to find out where Song Ruotang lived because she didn't intend to hide it. And fortunately, Pei Zhiyan didn't want people to know that this was his outer residence, so she didn't have to worry about exposing her relationship with Pei Zhiyan.
When Song Wanying rushed to Song Ruotang's residence in a fit of rage, Song Ruotang was leisurely lying on a beauty's couch in the plum garden.