Chapter 107
"Sister Yutong, I accept this gift. I come from Yannan. I have a string of turquoise beads produced in Yannan. They are blessed and not as valuable as my sister's bracelet. I hope my sister will accept it."
Jiang Shuyue took off the turquoise beads from her left wrist and put them on Du Yutong.
Du Yutong couldn't help but be happy, "Okay, I like the gift from Sister Jiang. With these turquoise beads, I will be safe and sound, and I will no longer have to worry so much that I can't sleep all night long."
Du Yutong did not ask for a consultation fee, but gave her a jade bracelet, which showed that she sincerely wanted to make friends with him.
Du Yutong personally escorted the two of them to the gate of Du Mansion. When the maid went to call the coachman, Jiang Shuyue still said frankly: "My surname is Jiang, my name is Shuyue, and I live in Guixiang Street."
"Sister Jiang is from Yannan?" Du Yutong was stunned when he heard Jiang Shuyue's name.
"Didn't Miss Du notice that we still speak with a Yannan accent?" Seeing her expression, Qiu Ju deliberately accentuated her Yannan accent when speaking.
Until Jiang Shuyue and Qiu Ju got on the carriage, Du Yutong was still thinking, there are so many wonders in this world, and this is such a coincidence.
On the other side, Mrs. Wu went out early and came back late every day, drinking tea in the teahouse with her two maids all day long.
One evening, Mrs. Wu finally couldn't help but call her eldest daughter-in-law over.
"Boss, you have been out for several days every day, right?"
Mrs. Wu bowed respectfully to Mrs. Wu, "It's been six days."
Mrs. Wu looked at the dignified and polite eldest daughter-in-law, and she felt angry and couldn't control it.
Holding back his temper, he gritted his back teeth and asked, "What news can you find out? Where does Miss Jiang live? Who are the people around her?"
Mrs. Wu picked up the handkerchief and pressed the non-existent sweat on her forehead.
He replied humbly: "Don't worry, mother. It's such a hot day, so any girl has nothing to do to go for a walk on the street. When the autumn weather is crisp, the girls will naturally go shopping to buy rouge and gouache."
"Don't let me take the topic too far. Have you found out the news?"
Mrs. Wu thought that Jiang Shuyue was not young, and she was afraid that she herself would be eager to discuss the marriage. If it were a little later, if such a provocative girl was chosen by someone else, wouldn't she miss it in vain?
"Mom, calm down, we haven't found her yet. My daughter-in-law will search on another street tomorrow and there will be news." Mrs. Wu looked innocent and sincere.
In Mrs. Wu's opinion, she is just a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
"If you can find out anything on the street, go to the matchmaker in the capital and find out."
Mrs. Wu looked confused, "Does the matchmaker know Miss Jiang? Why don't mother send the matchmaker and ask her? My neck...has been hurting for the past few days."
When it comes to the latter part, Mrs. Wu’s voice can only be heard by herself.
She almost let it slip that she had been napping on a small couch in the private room of the teahouse for the past few days without a pillow, and her neck was sore from sleeping.
"There are so many matchmakers in the capital, can I call them all for questioning?" Mrs. Wu glared angrily, but she could only stop cursing.
Mrs. Wu suddenly felt blessed and said, "My daughter-in-law understands that there are many people talking. Tomorrow, my daughter-in-law will personally take people to ask questions."
"Speak carefully, don't go out with nothing." Mrs. Wu's face was full of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.
Mrs. Wu, however, smiled nonchalantly and said gently and calmly: "Mom is still thoughtful. My mother had rested earlier. My daughter-in-law is sweating all over. I will go back and take a bath right now."
The implication is that by the time I have had dinner and bathed, you have already gone to bed, and she will no longer come to say hello at night.
The next day, Mrs. Wu led the maid out. She suddenly discovered that she could not find the matchmaker anywhere.
Finally, I gritted my teeth and changed to a teahouse with a quiet environment.
There was no one on the street anyway, so the three of them simply asked for an ice basin, closed the windows and played cards.
After lunch, Mrs. Wu asked the waiter to change the tea and closed the door of the private room.
With the ice basin, the heat in the room disappeared, and she felt sleepy after eating, so she simply took a nap on the small couch in the private room.
Seeing that their master was asleep, the two maids opened the window a crack and looked out. There were only a few people walking on the street.
The two maids closed the windows and lay down on the table to take a nap.
I don’t know how long I slept, but suddenly, the sound of benches colliding came from the private room next door.
Mrs. Wu raised her hand and gently rubbed her forehead.
The two maids also raised their heads, and the wrinkles on their sleeves left traces on their faces.
Being disturbed from her dream by the next door, Mrs. Wu muttered listlessly: "I thought I chose this teahouse because it was secluded, but I didn't think the sound insulation was too bad."
Seeing that Madam was not sleeping well, the maid wanted to go next door to have a look.
At this time, a man's gentle voice came from next door, "Jiao'er, what are you afraid of? We are in love. I, I can't help myself when I see you, so just obey me."
Then there was the sound of tables and chairs hitting each other again.
There was a sound of gasping.
"If Sanlang also likes a little girl, why haven't you come to propose marriage for so long?"
The woman's voice is soft and sweet, like a gentle breeze blowing by her ears, stirring people's hearts.
Mrs. Wu's eyes suddenly widened, she raised her hand to stop the maid who had just stood up, and then made a silencing gesture.
What a god!
There was actually someone having a private meeting in the private room of the teahouse in broad daylight. She was here, and from the sound of her voice, it sounded like a gunfire was about to occur!
This melon is a bit big.
Mrs. Wu suddenly sat up, her posture clearly meant that she had something to eat, so I wasn't sleepy anymore.
The two maids were both Mrs. Wu's personal maids, and their faces turned red with embarrassment when they heard what was going on next door.
The two maids looked at their wives involuntarily.
At this time, the voices from next door were heard again.
"Jiao'er, you know that the eldest wife ignored my feelings and forced me to get married. I have been making a fuss these days, and you didn't comfort me."
"I made a fuss so badly that my father asked the accountant to deduct my share. Today, I asked you to come to this teahouse with little business to save money."
After the man finished speaking, a "click" sound came from next door.
A coquettish voice sounded, "If your stepmother insists on you marrying the Du family girl, where do you plan to put me?"
"Let me make it clear first that I am the daughter of a minister, and I will not be a concubine of your Wei family!"
Jiang Jiaojiao?
Mrs. Wu's hand trembled and she almost knocked over the teacup on the table.
No wonder she felt that the voice was familiar. It turned out to be the daughter-in-law she had once liked. At this moment, Mrs. Wu wanted to poke her eyes out.
The maid was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and quickly reached out to hold the teacup.
In the private room next door, Jiang Jiaojiao was held in Wei Mingzhou's arms, with his hands all over her.
One was reluctant to resist, while the other was infatuated and thirsty.
The two people who were infatuated did not realize that they were being watched.
They did not hear the sound of the cups hitting the table next door.
Their lips were pressed together, inseparable.
Wei Mingzhou had known countless fragrances and had experienced many battles. Jiang Jiaojiao could not withstand his teasing. In a moment, she felt like she was falling into the clouds, not knowing what day it was.
Only panting and a trace of obsession were left to defend the last line of defense.