High-class maid

Chapter 228 The Only Wife

Song Wenyang stepped forward and knocked on the door. Xiao Tong stood behind him carrying gifts, and he found it somewhat strenuous, having not done heavy work for a long time.

"Young Master Song has arrived, please come in." Madam Wang opened the door and personally welcomed Song Wenyang in.

"Uncle, Aunt, this is my first formal visit. I've brought a small gift, and I hope you'll accept it." Song Wenyang placed the gifts on the table and said reservedly.

"You're such an honest child. You came all this way, why did you bring so much stuff? When did Xiaotong return from Jinling?"

Seeing that her husband was silent, Wang had no choice but to try to liven things up by asking him a question.

"I returned to the capital around the same time as you, young master. It's been a long time. How is Madam?" Xiao Tong asked, putting aside her usual playful mood.

"Everything is fine, please have a seat," said Madam Wang.

"No, no, I still have to feed the horses! Young master, I'll wait for you in the carriage!" Xiao Tong said, then bowed and left.

This is a major event in the young master's life. He is just a servant. He can go without food, but how can he stay indoors now?

“Young Master Song, please sit down. We’re just a humble family, so we don’t stand on ceremony. This is some tea I bought casually on the street today. I don’t know if it suits your taste,” Shen Kun finally said.

"Oh, this junior can drink anything." Song Wenyang hurriedly sat down, holding the teacup in both hands, not knowing where to begin.

Wang was relieved to see her husband finally speak. Although her husband still had objections, the other party was, after all, the young master of the Song family. If he continued to treat him with a cold face, it would be difficult for both of them to save face.

Seeing that the two of them started talking, she quietly opened the curtain and went to the kitchen.

Song Wenyang looked around but couldn't see Xing'er.

"Stop looking, Xing'er is cooking in the kitchen. Your aunt said that the banquet at the restaurant isn't as sincere as what you make yourself, so the two of them bought ingredients on the street and cooked it themselves," Shen Kun explained.

"Then, I'll go help too." Song Wenyang said, getting up.

"No need, sit down and talk to me," Shen Kun said.

"Yes."

The atmosphere became awkward once again.

"When did you and Xing'er secretly pledge your lives to each other?" Shen Kun asked.

“Uncle, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just wanted to finish what I was doing and come to pay a formal visit. I didn’t expect Xing’er to be so popular that someone had taken a liking to her.” Song Wenyang hurriedly explained.

“Since ancient times, marriage has been based on matching social status. Young Master Song comes from a wealthy and powerful family. I’m afraid your father wouldn’t agree to you marrying a girl from a humble family,” Shen Kun said, revealing the key point of the day.

“Compared to social status, Wen Yang values ​​mutual affection more. Xing’er is perfect in every way; social standing is the least important thing,” Song Wen Yang said.

“You are still young and haven’t seen many women. Although we are commoners, Xing’er has been pampered since childhood. If she moves into the Song family with you in the future, I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle the rules of a high-class family.”

Shen Kun pointed out the gap between the two, hoping that Song Wenyang would back down.

"Uncle, don't worry. As long as Xing'er is willing, we'll move to the other mansion after the wedding. Once the gates are closed, she can be free and unrestrained within the mansion, and no one can say anything about it," Song Wenyang said, responding to the situation.

We've finally reached the point of meeting his parents, how could I possibly defeat him with just a few words?

"Don't laugh at me, young master, but your aunt and I are reluctant to let Xing'er become a concubine. However, we are also aware of our family background and status. So, if you truly love Xing'er, you should end things with her as soon as possible."

Shen Kun said.

“Uncle! Wen Yang has never considered making Xing'er a concubine! Wen Yang would never bear to let her be a concubine! Rest assured, let her follow me, and I will never let her suffer the slightest grievance!”

Song Wenyang was so anxious that he almost stood up to explain.

“Even a concubine won’t do. We’ve served in the mansion for over ten years and know better than anyone how miserable these women are. They enjoy being served by others and have endless money, yet they’re not even as free as the old women who sell vegetables on the street. Xing’er has always been strong-willed. Can you bear to see her trapped in the mansion and tormented by the mistress?”

Seeing that this approach wasn't working, Shen Kun had no choice but to resort to emotional appeals.

"Wen Yang has never considered making Xing'er a secondary wife. As long as Uncle and Aunt agree, Xing'er will be my only wife," Song Wen Yang said, word by word.

“You’re still young, you don’t have the final say in this matter,” Shen Kun said, shaking his head.

"Uncle, don't worry, as long as you give me some time, I will definitely marry Xing'er properly!" Song Wenyang stood up and promised.

Shen Kun was about to say something more when he was interrupted by Wang, who was eavesdropping at the door.

She smiled as she held up the dishes.

"Alright, alright, husband, tidy up the table and try Xing'er's specialty dishes. Xing'er made all of these!"

"I'll do it." Song Wenyang tactfully took the gifts aside, then got up and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"You, you, just say less. You're happy that the child is here. Have you forgotten that we both wanted to marry no one but you?"

Wang's words snapped Shen Kun out of his reverie. She then rolled her eyes at him and headed to the kitchen.

Yes! Who hasn't been young? Oh well, let's see how sincere he is. Shen Kun also felt that he had gone a bit too far, but he quickly adjusted himself.

Shen Xing'er and Song Wenyang exchanged a glance, and he gave her a reassuring look. Only then did Shen Xing'er feel relieved and carry the dishes out.

She's caught between her father and her lover; it's a tough job for her!

"Father, Mother, please try your daughter's cooking. Brother Song, you should eat too," Shen Xing'er called out.

She was still too embarrassed to call Song Wenyang by his name in front of her parents. If her father found out that the two of them had reached the point of calling each other by name, she was afraid that she would find it even harder to swallow this meal today!

"Uncle, this is a Daughter's Red wine that I brought especially for you. Please have a taste." Song Wenyang poured a cup of wine for Shen Kun.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room eased considerably. In the end, Shen Kun, unable to hold his liquor, passed out drunk at the table.

"This old man really thinks he's a teenager. Why is he arguing with young people?" Wang shook her head and said apologetically.

“Uncle’s alcohol tolerance is much higher than mine. It’s just that I’ve been socializing a lot these days, so my alcohol tolerance has increased a bit compared to before,” Song Wenyang said, trying to make amends for his future father-in-law.

"Child, stop your busy work and go home quickly. Xing'er, see Young Master Song off."

Wang snatched the rice bowl from Song Wenyang's hands. How could she let him do this to a guest who was visiting for the first time?

Seeing this, Song Wenyang no longer declined. He had originally planned to attend the poetry gathering today, but his future father-in-law had invited him, so he came to the Shen family at the last minute.

"This was originally meant for you, why are you bringing it up again?" Song Wenyang asked.

It turned out that Shen Xing'er was carrying two boxes of gifts.

"You brought so many gifts, and the three of us don't go home during the day. When will we ever finish them all? We don't have anything good at home anyway, so you can take these teas and pastries back with you as a return gift."

Shen Xing'er said.