Looking at the beloved woman standing pitifully in the yard, although the sun was just warm and not too hot to panic at noon in March, this humiliation made Zhongyong Hou feel extremely sorry for his woman.

He shouted to Aunt Yue, "Xiaoyue, wait, I'll go and argue with that old woman now! I took the thing, what does it have to do with you?"

After saying that, he left angrily.

The eldest maid Leng He dared not say that his wife was not, but all she could do was stand with Aunt Yue.

Aunt Yue smiled at her gratefully and said softly: "You don't have to stand with me. Does your face still hurt? It's all my fault, I've implicated you."

Leng He touched her face and laughed in a low voice: "Where is someone who is not beaten? If I am not careful in doing things, how can I make my aunt apologize to me?"

Thinking of the slap, Leng He's eyes turned cold and he felt a grudge in his heart.

What's wrong with me? Can you be beaten at will? It's too presumptuous!

Aunt Yue didn't say anything, thinking in her heart that she turned around and gave Leng He one of her new jewelry, and at least she would win over this girl.

She didn't want to do anything, but in this marquis' mansion, if she wanted to gain a foothold, she had to have her own people.

"Don't worry, aunt, you won't have to be punished when the marquis is back later." Leng He saw Aunt Yue's face calmly and thought she was angry, so he comforted her.

In the eyes of the maid, the mansion belongs to the Marquis. If the Marquis becomes tough, the Marquis will not dare to say anything.

Aunt Yue sneered in her heart, and did not shy away from talking to Leng He, as if she treated her as her own person: "Master... Oh, I'm afraid I can't be my wife's home. Didn't you hear it? I said I wanted something, but the master didn't even refute it, obviously he was very afraid of the wife."

But this is not without benefits.

Having had enough of a tigress like her, the Marquis would probably like someone like her more? In this way, the stronger the wife is, the more beneficial it is to her. Then she has to find a way to show her strength.

"That's the same, Madam, she actually didn't give the marquis face like this." After hearing Aunt Yue's words, Leng He became a little slim about her future.

I felt a little surprised and thought it was a wrong decision to follow Aunt Yue?

If the wife is so strong, will there be a good result if she follows Aunt Yue? The Marquis can't even protect Aunt Yue, let alone her as a little maid?

Turning his head and looking at Leng He's unpredictable Lian, Aunt Yue guessed what she was thinking, and snorted coldly in her heart, but sighed quietly: "Actually, it's inappropriate for Madam to do this."

"oh?"

"Is there a man in this world who can't beat his wife? It's just giving in. But if the wife is always so strong, she will actually suffer a loss. The master is a man or a marquis, so he naturally cares about his own face. In the long run, the marquis will treat his wife in his heart... If one day the marquis doesn't want to tolerate it..."

The words were not finished, but the profound meaning was enough for Leng He to know.

Leng He also heard other young sisters chat about it on weekdays, saying that this man likes well-behaved, sensible and gentle women because that can satisfy their vanity.

Madam is like this... I think the Marquis has been dissatisfied for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible for Aunt Yue to exist, right? If you analyze this way, you will still have a lot of prospects with Aunt Yue.

"Auntie, I'll help you wipe your sweat." Leng He took out a veil in a flattering manner and helped Aunt Yue wipe off the fine sweat beads that popped out of her forehead.

Aunt Yue just smiled at this.

Let’s talk about this Zhongyong Hou. Aunt Yue can guess his psychology thoroughly and she didn’t dare to argue with Mrs. Zhongyong Hou at all.

Because he knew very well that it was a loss to move his wife's dowry, let alone give it to his concubine?

Moreover, he was worried that his trouble would make his wife disagree to let Xiaoyue enter the door.

After thinking about it, Zhongyong Hou decided not to go, so he turned around and went to the account room and wanted to withdraw 300 taels of silver.

I planned to use 300 taels of silver to make a beautiful flower crown or something, and gave it to Xiaoyue, which can be considered a make-up, right?

The accountant said in a dilemma: "Mr. Marquis, this young lady said that she must be informed of the withdrawal of more than 200 taels of silver."

"Rareless! I am the Marquis. Could it be that I should tell my daughter-in-law about the money?" Zhongyong Hou was furious and slapped the table.

It’s okay, my wife, can even her daughter-in-law restrain him now? Isn’t this a bit too bullying?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I lost my sense of what I said, "Now this Marquis' Mansion is still mine! I want to ride on my head? Hurry up and withdraw 500 taels of silver for me!"

He understood clearly. If he didn't spend it, the money would eventually fall into his daughter-in-law's pocket!

It would be better to spend more money on himself while he was still a marquis!

The accountant immediately knelt down and cried for a long time, and the same sentence was still said: If you want money, you have to get the young lady to agree.

Who doesn’t know the status of the Marquis’ Mansion? How to choose between the young lady and the Marquis’ Marquis is simply the simplest.

"Dog thing!"

Zhongyong Hou was so angry that he kicked the accountant, kicking the accountant as if he was rolling on the ground, rolling twice on the ground, then his head thumped on the corner of the table, and fainted on the spot!

Hou Zhongyong glanced at the head of the little manager beside him and asked in a sinister way: "Why, do you want to stop me?"

The manager was trembling. Thinking of the accountant's fate, he looked around and directly hit the wall with his head, then collapsed on the wall, and then sank on the edge of the wall, with a large swelling on his forehead, as if he had fainted.

Zhongyong Hou was so angry that he was going crazy!!!

Are these people looking for death? They don’t take him seriously?

Zhongyong went up angrily and kicked the little manager with two feet, just like he wanted to kick someone away!

Someone stopped him, but he stopped him, otherwise, judging by Zhongyong Hou's attitude, it seemed like he wanted to kick someone to death.

"Mr. Marquis, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

"Damn dogs! It's so unreasonable that I don't take this marquis seriously!"

The loyal and brave man was so angry that he was almost crazy!

It was still the servant who tried his best to pull him, so he stopped beating anyone.

"Go, find me money! Those who rummaged through boxes and cabinets must find it for me!" Zhongyong grinded his teeth angrily.

Aren't you guarding against him and not letting him spend money?

If you have to report to Yan Wan for more than 200 taels? This time he will spend 20,000 cars in one go! They will be so angry!
Chapter completed!