Chapter 876 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 18

So in the evening, Song Yu opened the door and came in, and what he saw was the scene of the three confronting each other.

No, to be precise, it should be Xihe wrapped in a thick padded jacket and sitting at the table picking her nails. The old man leaned on a fire stick and lit Chuntao, telling her what a "servant's duty" is, and Chuntao knelt down. Dare to be angry on the ground and dare not speak, until the fire stick in the old man's hand was about to poke his face, he couldn't help it anymore, and stood up with a 'bang'.

The old man was startled, and couldn't help but lean back: "What are you doing!"

Chuntao gritted her teeth with hatred on her face: "You are a shameless old man, why do you also train me? The old man of my Song family is a Jinshi and a senior official, a third-rank official in the household department. What are you? A big character I don’t know you, if it weren’t for the kindness of my young master, do you think you would be here?”

Mr. Jiang was stunned, and pointed at her: "You you you!"

Chuntao slapped his hand away, with a disgusted expression on her face: "If the young master didn't let me come, you think I'd be so rare to come here? The room is full of stench, it's disgusting, and I don't know how long I haven't showered..."

The moment he turned around, the sound stopped abruptly.

Xihe raised her head in surprise, followed her gaze to see Song Yu standing by the door, frowned, turned her head, and saw Chuntao's face turned pale instantly, but she forced herself to calm down and said, "Master, are you here? Slave servant Go get you a cup of hot tea."

Song Yu looked at her, and only said two words coldly: "Get out."

Chuntao became anxious in an instant: "Master, things are not as you see them. This old thing is relying on the old to sell the old, and even beat me with a stick. I am a servant girl of the Song family. He..."

Song Yu's face was instantly cold.

Chuntao's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to speak.

The old man was possessed of drama in an instant, and ran over with a cry: "Big baby, you are back. You don't know how much this maid is going too far. She bullied us and my father in the early morning, made Yue'er look bad, and called me an old bastard." ..."

Snot and tears rubbed on Song Yu's body:

"Although you suffered in my old Jiang's house by mistake, what does it have to do with us? It was the Song family's lax housekeeper who made a mistake and made you suffer...My old man dragged you down with shit and piss Big, there is hard work without credit, right? As for being scolded by a maid pointing at her nose like this!"

Mr. Jiang was furious, it was the first time he was scolded like this in his life, it was unreasonable!

No, if he doesn't give him a hard lesson today, he will definitely not be able to swallow this breath.

Adding oil and vinegar, I told how Chuntao was beaten and beaten early in the morning, and she gave Xihe a face, and recalled the past: "I think you were weak back then, old man, I asked a doctor to treat you after selling the last family property. Okay. Later, I was afraid that you would have no way out, so I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma to invite Master Wu... Big boy, now that you are home, you are a master, and we can't climb up to you."

Let go of his hand, with a disheartened expression on his face: "Go back, don't come again, my old man is getting old, I just want to live in peace and wait for death, and I don't want to be scolded."

The moment he turned around, he counted one, two, three, and the next second his arm was grabbed.

Song Yu looked at Chuntao, her voice was as cold as ice: "Are you going out by yourself, or do you want me to carry you out?"

Chuntao looked at the three people in the room. The former eldest lady was still eating melon seeds while watching the play. Although the old man had a sad face, his eyes were full of pride, while the eldest son who had just returned to the Song family stood in front, doing his part. Protecting them, she has no scruples at all that she is the maidservant of the Song family.

Mistake, miscalculated the old man's position in the young master's heart.

Chun Tao's heart choked, and she leaned over: "Your servant is wrong."

There were only three people left in the yard, and Song Yu humbly apologized to Mr. Jiang, saying that it was his negligence this time, and there would be absolutely no next time.

Of course, the old man didn't make such a fuss to push his grandson away. The black face didn't turn cold for long, and he forgave him angrily, and said: "This kind of person likes to praise the high and trample the low. She respects you and fears you when you gain power today." You, when you fall down in the future, she will definitely be the first to turn around and step on you."

"Your status is different now, so keep your eyes open."

Song Yu bowed his head: "I know, Grandpa."

The old man was immediately satisfied, and stood up: "Okay, I'm tired too, go into the room and lie down, what do you have to tell Yue." Without Song Yu's help, he opened the curtain and went into the room to rest.

The yard became quiet, the wind was blowing, and the sky was gloomy.

Seeing that Xihe was still nibbling melon seeds unhurriedly, Song Yu opened his mouth, suddenly embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't know... Don't worry, there will never be a next time."

Xihe smiled and nodded: "It's okay, people's hearts are unpredictable, and you didn't expect it."

Most of the original owner's clothes were bright pink. At this time, she was wearing a pink padded jacket, her hair was loosely tied into a braid, and her eyes were clear, as if she didn't care about everything just now.

Song Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable, it was different after all.

He stood up awkwardly: "I'm going to cook."

Jiang’s house is a typical small farmyard. The kitchen is covered with thatch, and an oil lamp is lit. Xihe sits in front of the pot and burns the fire while watching Song Yu roll up his sleeves and cook quickly—a plate of meat, A plate of vegetables, a pot of soup.

Xihe thought of Chuntao outside the door and hesitated: "Chuntao?"

Song Yu brought Cai Sheng out neatly: "I will take her away when I go back."

Xihe looked out the window, it was still dark, and it was snowing: "It's not safe to go back at night, why don't you go tomorrow?" If something happens, you can fix it, it's better to be safe.

Song Yu paused and looked up at her: "Okay."

This night Chuntao was exceptionally honest, she let Xihe sleep in her arms as a heater without saying a word, it was freezing cold, Song Yu called someone in without letting her blow the cold wind for too long, old man Jiang snorted coldly, I didn't hold on to it all the time.

The next morning, Song Yu took Chuntao and left.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, he sent the person back to Mrs. Song, and then turned and left without saying anything.

Mrs. Song was stunned, and shouted, but found that the person had gone far away, she frowned and asked Chuntao what happened? Chuntao babbled and said the matter again.

But she was afraid that his wife would punish her, so she was full of bad things about Xihe and Mr. Jiang.

She knew that Mrs. Song was a treasure to Song Yu, so she kept talking about how the Jiang family squeezed Song Yu, such as cooking, sweeping the floor, washing clothes and so on.

Mrs. Song: "..."

He slapped his hand on the table and was furious: "It's too much to bully!"

In this room, Song Yu followed the people appointed by Mr. Song, carefully remembered the intricate relationship between the various families in the capital, and then learned various etiquettes, so that there would be no mistakes on the day of the banquet.

Song Yu studied eagerly, and met the third housekeeper of the Song Mansion during the period.

The sons and daughters of the first room, the younger brothers and sisters of the third room, and Mr. Song's children and younger sisters are especially affectionate to him, full of "brothers and brothers", all of them are lively and lovely.