Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Chapter 157: Only with Thoughts Can You Live Well

Early the next morning.

Wei Zhong came to visit Baiyuan.

Bai Song was walking his dog in the garden when he saw Butler Yan running towards him in a hurry.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

It was a cold day, and seeing him sweating profusely, Bo Song hurriedly said, "Be careful, there's still snow on the ground. Don't fall down."

"Young Master, someone from the Sheng Mansion is here!" Butler Yan said after taking a breath.

"What are the people from the Sheng family doing here?" Bai Song asked.

"The person who came is someone close to Master Sheng. He just said he was here to deliver a message."

"What's the message?"

"I asked him, but he refused to say anything. He said that Master Sheng told him not to tell us until he met the Second Young Master and the Second Young Mistress." Butler Yan was a little angry. The man was so arrogant that he didn't take him, the head butler of Baiyuan, seriously at all.

Bai Song snorted coldly, "Why? Do you want Bai Xun and Nan Chun to greet him at the door?"

"That's right, it's too unreasonable. Young Master, look at this..." Butler Yan hesitated to speak.

"If he is willing to wait, let him wait. Anyway, Xundi has returned to Baijiazhai, and Nanchun hasn't gotten up yet." After saying this, Bai Song continued walking the dog.

It was more than an hour before Nanchun got up, washed up and went downstairs.

"What are you having for dinner today, Steward Yan?"

"The second young master said you like chicken soup wontons and rice cakes. The kitchen has prepared them and they will be out of the pot soon." Butler Yan said with a smile.

"Nanchun, there's a man at the door, claiming to be the eldest son of the Sheng family. He said the eldest son has something to say to you and Xundi." Bai Song put down the newspaper in his hand.

"A Century of Fuyuanji, Our Childhood Memories" was printed in a prominent position on the newspaper, along with photos of Fuyuanji and the sad-looking Boss Sun.

"The eldest son of the Sheng family?" Nanchun couldn't help but frowned.

Bai Xun is really good at predicting things!

The eldest son of the Sheng family actually showed up.

"Butler Yan, please go and bring the person in. I want to see what this Mr. Sheng wants to do." Nanchun said.

After a while, Wei Zhong was brought in. His cheeks and ears were red from the cold.

"Young Master Bai, Second Young Madam." Wei Zhong bowed.

"I'm sorry I got up a little late today. I wonder what Mr. Sheng wants to talk to me about?" Nanchun asked.

Wei Zhong looked around and didn't see Second Young Master Bai, so he asked with a smile, "Second Young Master Bai isn't here?"

"Oh, Bai Xun returned to Baijiazhai yesterday." Nanchun said truthfully.

Wei Zhong looked embarrassed. "It's true. Mr. Chunxiao has returned to Yangcheng. Our eldest young master knows that Mr. Bai and you enjoy Mr. Chunxiao's plays, so he wants to invite you two to the theater to listen to a play tomorrow."

Chunxiao is back!

Nanchun was delighted that she finally had a familiar friend in this huge foreign city.

"That's unfortunate. Bai Xun left yesterday," Nanchun said. "Go back and tell Master Sheng to thank him for his kindness. We'll invite Bai Xun back when he comes back."

Having said this, Wei Zhong had nothing more to say and could only bow and leave.

When I returned to Sheng Mansion, the eldest son was waiting in the living room drinking tea.

"how?"

"Unfortunately, the second young master Bai went back to Baijiazhai yesterday." Wei Zhong said truthfully.

"Back to Baijiazhai?" Sheng Zexi's eyes turned and a smile appeared on his face. "Oh, right, he has a beautiful concubine waiting for him in his hometown. So I can just accompany lonely Nanchun to listen to some opera."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong hurriedly said, "Mrs. Bai Er said they'll invite you back when Mr. Bai Er comes back."

Sheng Zexi's expression changed slightly: "You didn't invite Nanchun?"

Wei Zhong was a little nervous: "This... the eldest master said he was inviting Second Young Master Bai and Second Young Madam. Second Young Master Bai is not here... I was thinking..."

Sheng Zexi rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Since Second Young Master Bai isn't here, please invite Nanchun!"

Wei Zhong touched his nose awkwardly and said, "This... isn't very appropriate, is it? If others saw you going out to the opera alone with him, there would definitely be gossip."

"Then take Young Master Bai with you! Is your head full of rocks? Never mind, let Zekai go to that box and do him a favor." Sheng Zexi stood up and left.

Wei Zhong curled his lips and agreed.

baffling!

Why are you so concerned about someone else's wife?

Cypress Garden.

Nanchun ate a bowl of chicken soup with wontons and took two bites of a piece of rice cake with satisfaction.

His eyes lit up: "This rice cake is made like...it's delicious."

The taste is very similar to what Bai Xun often made for him in his previous life.

Steward Yan smiled and said, "The Second Young Master specially taught the cook how to put sugar and what kind of rice flour to use."

"I see, I was wondering why this taste was so familiar!"

"The eldest son of the Sheng family is really interesting! In the past, he would only be treated by others who came to his door to treat him, but now he is addicted to treating you and Xundi. It's as if you two had a meal together and became close friends." Bai Song said as he also picked up a piece of rice cake.

"Hey? This rice cake looks like my mother's."

Nanchun thought of the tomb without an inscription that Bai Changchang had visited to pay homage.

Nanchun asked curiously, "What kind of person is Mrs. Bai?"

"My mother is beautiful and elegant, quiet and gentle. My brother Xun looks very much like her. I look more like my father." Bai Song recalled, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"How did she die?"

"She fell ill not long after her father passed away," said Bosong.

Died of illness.

But why does Bai Xun think that his mother is not dead?

Seeing Nanchun's suspicious expression, Bosong sighed, "You know about Xundi building a cenotaph for mother in that cemetery, right?"

Nanchun nodded.

"Bai Xun mentioned it to me."

"After my father passed away, my mother became increasingly thinner and her mood was very bad. Finally, she became ill due to worry. My brother Xun and I wanted to go see her, but our grandparents stopped us. They said that my mother had a contagious disease and outsiders were not allowed to get close to her. Not long after, my mother passed away." Bai Song sighed.

"But why is Bai Xun..." Nanchun hesitated to speak.

"Until Mother passed away, Xundi and I never got to see her. And Mother didn't marry into the Bai family voluntarily. Just like you, she had to marry into the family because the witch doctor had calculated her fate. So Xundi wondered if Mother hadn't died, but had simply left.

He wasn't the only one with doubts; I had them too. So I contacted many people who had contact with my mother back then, and their accounts were consistent with what my grandparents had said. Xundi knew exactly what had happened, but he just couldn't let it go. Bo Song sighed.

"Is that so?" Nanchun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this.

He really hoped that his wife was still alive and could be reunited with Bai Xun one day.

"It's good for people to have a dream. Only with a dream can they live well." Bo Song sighed.

So, he persuaded his grandfather to agree to let Bai Xun build a cenotaph for his mother in a remote location in the cemetery, hoping that Bai Xun would have a place to rest in the lonely and cold old house.