Chapter 70 How Can I Be in Love with a Woman?

"Leng Xiangyu——" Gu Xietian suddenly called her by name and surname, and his voice seemed to carry the biting chill of winter: "You are a fool when you are an old man?! Do you think that you can really hide the things you did from me for the rest of your life?" ?! I protected you that day just because I was afraid that you would lose the face of the General's Mansion! Don't be ignorant!"

Gu Xietian didn't want to talk nonsense with her anymore, he pulled off his cloak and strode out.

Leng Xiangyu was stunned, and couldn't help rushing a few steps: "Master, where are you going?"

He hadn't stepped into her room for many days, and now he finally came here once, but he didn't expect to leave after only standing for such a moment.

Gu Xietian paused, and left a sentence coldly, but it was not an explanation of where to go, but a warning: "Don't play tricks on Xijiu again, or I will never spare you!" He strode away.

Leng Xiangyu slumped down on the chair and didn't speak for a while.

After a while, her personal maid came in and reported: "Madam, master has gone to Fengxiangyuan."

Aunt Zhou lived in Fengxiang Courtyard, she was admitted a year ago, she is only twenty years old this year, she is young, and of course she is being favored, Gu Xietian spends 8 out of 10 nights at her place.

As his real wife, Leng Xiangyu won his favor for a few days in a year, and once in a while, she was very perfunctory.

Or finish the job hastily, or simply push her tired and go straight to sleep... It made her sleepless all night until dawn.

And according to the report from the trusted maid she sent to Fengxiangyuan, Gu Xietian and Aunt Zhou were extremely brave there, able to toss a little midnight...

It made Leng Xiangyu's teeth itch with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Leng Xiangyu looked at herself in the mirror, she was only in her forties, and she was well maintained, her skin was still fair, her eyebrows and eyes were still beautiful, she looked like she was in her early thirties at most.

A beauty is not old enough to give up first, even if she is very charming now, how can she compare to that young girl who is like a flower in her teenage years?

She raised her hand to touch her face, but another person's face flashed in her mind...

She sighed lowly: "Luo Xinglan, if you are still alive and still sitting in this position, will he treat you like he did to me, and cut off the love between husband and wife early?"

It should be too, right?

Men, they all like the new and dislike the old, how can they have a long love for a woman?

Although Gu Xietian had been decadent for several months after Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, it seemed that he had been hit hard.

But half a year later, he still cheered up, and even intensified, like relieving hatred, every other year or two, he would accept a room of concubines to enter the house, and now there are more than a dozen concubines in the general's mansion, who are ostentatious every day, especially hindering Lengxiang Jade's eyes.

Leng Xiangyu started as a mistress back then, and Gu Xietian was surrounded by Luo Xinglan's wife at that time. At that time, Gu Xietian was still keeping his vow to Luo Xinglan. Although he had a high position and authority, he only had one wife by his side...

It was Leng Xiangyu who used tricks to climb onto Gu Xietian's bed, and then used the child as a threat to enter the gate of Gu's mansion and became Gu Xietian's concubine, and because of this, Gu Xietian and Luo Xinglan turned against each other...

Only then did everything that happened afterwards, at the end Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, and Leng Xiangyu finally secured her position as the general's wife.

She thought that she finally got everything, that she could get Gu Xietian's special favor, but she didn't expect that this favor only lasted for two years, and these two years were still when Luo Xinglan was still alive.

After Luo Xinglan jumped off the cliff, Gu Xietian's treatment of Leng Xiangyu was not as good as before.

There are more and more women around her like bamboo shoots after a rain, which sets her off like a yellow flower of yesterday.