Chapter Thirty-Two: Stay Put

l with them. Teaching and disciplining were separate matters, and they did not conflict with each other.Gu Jingxi looked at her, smiled helplessly: "Madam, next time you can just ask directly, no need...Meng Jinyao arrived at the small house behind the ancestral hall. This house was specially prepared for unworthy descendants who were confined to the ancestral hall for reflection.

The maidservant sent to take care of Gu Xiuming was taken aback upon seeing her. She had been notified that the Marquis was coming, but why was it the Madam instead

But now is not the time to dwell on this matter. After all, one of the couple has arrived. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully: "I greet you, Madam."

Meng Jinyao nodded slightly and asked, "How is my son now"

The maidservant respectfully replied, "Returning to Madam, the Young Master has already woken up."

Meng Jinyao softly hummed in response, then strode briskly into the room. Chunliu, with a determined look on her face, followed suit.

As soon as I stepped into the room, a strong smell of medicine hit me. It must be medicine for treating wounds.

Meng Jin yao wrinkled her nose uncomfortably and continued walking inside, but she didn't see the figure of her cheap husband. She only saw her cheap son lying in bed. She was a little dazed and turned to Chunliu, wanting to ask.

Chun Liu was also dumbfounded. She had received a message saying that the Marquis was coming to see the young master, and she stammered, "M-Madam, I-I don't know...."

The person in bed heard the sound and raised their head to look. When they saw who it was, Gu Xiuming was first disappointed, then anger surged up. Just as he was about to get up, the wound on his back was pulled, making him grit his teeth in pain. Seeing Meng Jin Yao smile, he endured the pain and let out a cold snort: "Meng Jin Yao, are you here to laugh at me"

Meng Jin Yao gave him a look. Seeing his pale and haggard face, looking sickly, even his voice was soft, it seemed he was seriously injured, but he wouldn't be in any danger. She then smiled and said, "My son, what on earth happened I heard you had a high fever last night that didn't go down. As your mother, how could I rest easy without coming to see you"

Her bright smile was so piercing that Gu Xiuming felt it like a stab to his eyes. It perfectly embodied the image of a vicious stepmother in his mind, she sneered, "Are you here to see if I'm still alive, you venomous woman I'm not dead, I'm doing well, are you disappointed"

“How could you be disappointed Which mother would want her son to die young” Meng Jin Yao finished speaking, sat down on a nearby chair, and smiled at Gu Xiu Ming. Seeing him lying there, even though he was angry, he didn't dare to move, afraid of hurting his wound. She felt a sense of comfort all over her body, as if she had let out a bad breath.

Gu Xiuming gritted his teeth and hissed, "Stop putting on this pathetic act of feigning compassion. I'm like this because of you!"

Meng Jin Yao wasn't annoyed, she lightly raised her eyebrows and spoke in a slow, drawn-out voice: "My child, I was able to become your mother, all thanks to you."

Gu Xiuming felt a knot in his stomach, staring at that bright and charming smile. He secretly cursed himself in his heart, if he had known this beforehand, he shouldn't have run away from his marriage. He should have married this poisonous woman, letting her pave the way for Wan'er, then find an excuse to divorce her, and then marry Wan'er as his wife.

Because of his impulsive actions, he made a mistake. Now, this venomous woman is his nominal mother. In the future, he will be ridiculed wherever he goes. Meng Jin Yao is the only stain on his sixteen years of life.

Meng Jin Yao asked in a spiteful tone, "My dear, you have no mother, and I have no son. We complement each other perfectly, wouldn't you agree"

Gu Xiuming's face twisted with rage, and he glared angrily at Meng Jin yao. "Who is your son A pauper! For the sake of climbing a higher branch, you married your fiance's father. Do you have any shame If I were you, I would find a secluded place, tie a white silk scarf around my neck, and end my life, so as not to disgrace myself in this world!"

"Outrageous!"

Before Meng Jin Yao could retort, a roar of anger came from the entrance. She turned her head and saw Gu Jing Xi's furious face. She was momentarily stunned, then quickly reacted, realizing Chun Liu’s message was accurate; she had arrived early.

Hearing the familiar voice, Gu Xiuming's pupils shrank suddenly. He looked up and saw his father's face grim as he strode in. His face was pale, and he stammered, "Fa—Father"

Gu Jingxi frowned, his face darkened, and he glared fiercely at the son lying on the bed. Anger surged in his heart, and he asked in a deep voice, "It's humiliating for her to marry her ex-fiancé's father, isn't it also humiliating for me to marry my son's ex-fiancée"

Gu Xiuming hurriedly shook his head: "Father, son doesn't mean that."

Gu Jingxi questioned again, "As a victim, she should know how to live her life. Shouldn't the culprit who eloped on her wedding day be alive"

Seeing Gu Xiu Ming speechless, he continued to berate him: "If you had even a shred of responsibility, things wouldn't have come to this. As the son of the Marquis's mansion, you don't even have the most basic sense of responsibility. Even now, you fail to reflect and push the blame onto others. You disrespect your elders and are repeatedly unrepentant. How can someone like you possibly shoulder important responsibilities"

Gu Xiuming's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the sharp gaze and quickly bowed his head in fear, stammering, "Father, son knows he was wrong."

Gu Jingxi narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "Xiu Ming, you've truly disappointed me." He then turned his gaze to the young girl beside him, pinching the bridge of his nose with a headache. "Madam, let's go. Let him reflect here."

As soon as the words left her lips, Gu Jingxi turned around and walked away without looking back.

Meng Jin Yao, seeing this, hurriedly stood up and followed them out.

"Father!"

Gu Xiuming hurriedly called out to Gu Jingxi, but Gu Jingxi didn't even look back, and his pace didn't falter. His heart was in turmoil, he struggled to get up despite the pain on his back, but with a surge of emotion, he fell directly off the bed. The intense pain caused his vision to go black, and he fainted.

Over there, Meng Jin Yao left the ancestral hall and secretly glanced at the man's face. Seeing that his complexion had returned to normal, she couldn't guess what he was thinking at this moment and dared not be presumptuous for now.

Gu Jingxi stopped his steps, glanced at Chunliu, and signaled her to leave.

Chunliu met his gaze, her heart pounding. She was afraid of being questioned and, although she could leave now, she didn't dare linger. She curtsied to him and quickly left.

Gu Jingxi saw his young wife's head lowered, revealing a section of her fair neck. He couldn't see any expression on her face. She looked like a poor little thing who had been wronged. He opened his lips and asked, "Are you feeling wronged"

"Ah"

Meng Jin Yao looked up and met those tranquil eyes. There seemed to be a hint of concern in them. She shook her head honestly, a smile curving at the corner of her mouth: "No, no. A mother wouldn't keep score with her son, would she"

Seeing this, Gu Jingxi knew that his little wife was truly not wronged. His heart might even be gloating over Xiu Ming's misfortune.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. His son was a handful, and his wife wasn't any easier. The difference was one was wicked, the other was a drama queen. He was already swamped with work and barely had time for one child, now he had to deal with two.

Given this kind of situation today, Gu Jingxi didn't want to see it again. He said in a low voice, "Behave yourself, next time I might not be here."d had them delivered to each courtyard. Even those for Princess Jingning and Song Xining were prepared by her. She was waiting to visit her friends in two days and bring the gifts with her.Later, Men...