That night, Su Hele sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the candle flame on the table with a displeased face.
A few days ago, she took the initiative to visit He Jin in the guest room several times, but never spent the night there.
She did this to tell He Jin that she went to see him only because she was scared, and she was not the kind of clingy woman.
She thought that after a few such visits, He Jin would calm down and come back to the bedroom on his own initiative.
But just now, after He Jin returned to the mansion, he went straight to the side - courtyard guest room without any intention of coming here.
Was He Jin planning to sleep in the guest room from now on?
The candle on the table had been burning for too long, revealing a long wick, and the flame was stretched out.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, making the candle flame sway back and forth.
The long candle flame was reflected on Su Hele's face, dividing her cheek into two halves, one bright and one dark.
Su Hele stared fixedly at the candle flame, then picked up the scissors beside her and cut off the wick in one go. The candle flame went out instantly.
Looking at the pitch - black bronze mirror and thinking about the humiliation she had suffered in the past few days, Su Hele could no longer wait calmly.
She suddenly stood up, scaring Su Mo, who was hiding aside to serve her:
"Is the young mistress going to bed?"
Su Hele looked at her expressionlessly:
"I have to sleep alone again tonight, and yet you can sleep so soundly."
Su Mo lowered her head even more and said nothing.
Seeing this, a nameless anger welled up in Su Hele's heart. She glared at Su Mo fiercely:
"You're always so silent. It annoys me just looking at you."
He Jin didn't even come. Didn't she, as a maid, know how to think of a way?
She had trusted her so much, but it was all in vain.
After venting her anger, Su Hele felt a bit better. She then said:
"Hurry up and prepare my clothes. I'm going to visit my husband."
She was really fed up with this humiliating life and couldn't let He Jin continue to be cold to her.
If He Jin didn't come, then she would go to him. After several times, even a heart of stone would soften, not to mention that He Jin loved and admired her so much.
As long as she could humble herself, it would be easy to regain He Jin's favor.
...
Early the next morning, the wife of the Duke of Anguo came to visit. Chen Wanrong specifically called Su Nansheng over.
The wife of the Duke of Anguo looked a bit haggard, with faint dark circles under her eyes, but she was in high spirits and smiling.
She looked at Chen Wanrong with gratitude all over her face:
"I must express my gratitude for your great kindness. Thanks to you for what happened yesterday."
Yesterday, her daughter told her that if it weren't for Chen Wanrong's support and comfort, she wouldn't have been able to appear in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.
Hearing this, Chen Wanrong gave her a helpless look.
Seeing this, the wife of the Duke of Anguo laughed:
"I know your Marquis Anshun Mansion doesn't care about my little gifts, and I'm not good at making a big show of my gratitude. But autumn is the season for nourishment, so I brought you some tonics. You must accept them."
After saying that, several servants immediately carried two mahogany boxes over.
Chen Wanrong looked at the two boxes that were big enough to hold a person, and her lips twitched twice.
Goodness, how many tonics could these boxes hold? This was not much different from making a big - show gratitude.
"Fine, I'll accept them. But looking at your complexion, you're the one who should take tonics."
Chen Wanrong looked at the wife of the Duke of Anguo's face. She must have had a tough time yesterday.
But the wife of the Duke of Anguo raised her head and laughed:
"What happened yesterday was a great tonic for me. Catching them red - handed saved them the trouble of making excuses."
Then, she looked at Su Nansheng:
"Which one is Miss Bitao?"
Bitao, who was wondering who "they" were, instinctively looked at the wife of the Duke of Anguo when she heard her name called.
"It seems to be you. You look so smart."
The wife of the Duke of Anguo first praised her, then looked at a little maid beside her.
The maid quickly came in front of Bitao, bowed respectfully, and said:
"Sister Bitao, Nanxing is here on behalf of my young mistress to thank you."
After saying that, she handed the brocade box in her arms to Bitao:
"This is a gift from my young mistress for you."
"Originally, Xueying should have come to thank you in person, but that child is so useless. After being so frightened, she got a high fever when she got home. She just got a bit better this morning. I'll let her come another day."
The wife of the Duke of Anguo seemed to be explaining to Bitao, but actually she was looking at Chen Wanrong.
Chen Wanrong naturally understood what she meant and laughed:
"We have a long time ahead. There's no need to rush. Let her recover in peace."
The two of them were chatting on their own. Nanxing was anxious when she saw that Bitao didn't take the brocade box.
She directly opened the brocade box:
"My young mistress insists that Sister Bitao accept this."
Bitao looked at the stack of silver notes in the box and shook her head like a rattle:
"I dare not accept it, I dare not. A servant like me can't accept it."
"What's there to be afraid of? You saved my Xueying. I can't thank you enough. I originally wanted to give you some rare items, but then I thought that real money would be more practical for you."
Following the wife of the Duke of Anguo's words, Nanxing pushed the brocade box forward again, almost stuffing it into Bitao's arms.
Bitao was forced to take a step back and had to look at Su Nansheng, who in turn looked at Chen Wanrong.
"Accept it. You deserve it." Chen Wanrong replied readily this time.
Those who did well should be rewarded. If it weren't for Bitao protecting Cui Xueying yesterday, all their efforts would have been in vain.
Since Chen Wanrong had spoken, Bitao didn't dare to refuse. She quickly took the brocade box and grinned from ear to ear.
Her obvious smile made everyone laugh.
"Look, Bitao is probably richer than I am now."
Su Nansheng was also very happy and joked with a smile.
"Don't feel wronged. We all remember your kindness. But this kindness is too great. I don't know how to thank you properly. I need to think about it. Unlike her, I can just deal with it casually."
The wife of the Duke of Anguo looked at Chen Wanrong and said playfully.
Chen Wanrong knew that she didn't want to make the atmosphere too serious. She laughed:
"Look, she just knows how to fool me."
...
On the way back after seeing off the wife of the Duke of Anguo, Chen Wanrong said:
"A Sheng, I didn't contribute much this time, but the wife of the Duke of Anguo sent me a generous gift first. Do you know why?"
"Because I'm from the Marquis Anshun Mansion. Thanking mother with a generous gift is also like thanking me."
Su Nansheng was respectful and showed no dissatisfaction. Whether she was thanked or not didn't matter much. She didn't really expect any rewards.
"Look, you're quite clear - headed. In the future, don't bear things alone when something happens. Discuss them with us. More people means more ideas. Since we share the good times, we should also share the bad. There's no reason to let you suffer alone."
Chen Wanrong's tone wasn't harsh. It was even a bit gentle, but it made Su Nansheng's nose feel sour.
He Xun seemed to have said something similar before, but she was used to solving problems on her own and suffering alone.
Her first reaction when something happened was to rely on herself. She never thought that she could discuss things with others.
But in the future, it seemed that she had to change this habit.
"Mother, I understand."