Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 287 Madam Yu has evil intentions

Just when Mr. Yu and Xiangyun were sleeping, they heard a little maid outside the door calling "Madam is coming!"

At this moment, he was sweating all over and breathing heavily, but he had to get up from the bed with a feeling of being unsatisfied, and did not forget to grab the snow-white breasts.

She jumped up and quickly got off the bed, fearing that Mrs. Yu would come and cause trouble for Xiangyun.

He put on his clothes in a hurry, pulled the quilt over Xiangyun, and went outside.

Madam Yu stood at the door, her eyes fixed on Mr. Yu.

I saw that the buttons of his clothes were all in a mess, some of them were even buttoned in the wrong place, and the shoes on his feet were also casually slipped on.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Yu had already guessed about 70% of what was going on.

However, unlike before, this time Mrs. Yu did not cry and make a fuss as usual.

She just glanced coldly at the inner room with an expressionless face, thinking to herself:

"To act like this in broad daylight, you've truly been bewitched by that bitch!

After this ceremony of worshipping our ancestors is over, I will slowly get rid of this vixen!"

Then, she slowly turned around and spoke to Master Yu in a calm tone:

"Master, several elders from our clan have come to our house. They are here to ask about some details of my ancestral worship.

It would be better if you come in person and discuss it with them.

So, sir, let's go quickly."

After hearing what Mrs. Yu said, Mr. Yu looked embarrassed.

He looked down at his disheveled clothes, quickly straightened them, and put on his shoes.

After doing all this, he nodded helplessly and left with Mrs. Yu.

Just now, Xiangyun was still immersed in a deep sleep, and felt as if her whole body was pressed by a stone.

But the familiar voice of Mrs. Yu was like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, gradually awakening her from the chaos.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids and slowly shifted her gaze to herself.

All I saw was that the delicate white skin was covered with shocking scratches and some faint kiss marks.

In addition, after hearing the conversation between Mr. Yu and his wife outside, she understood what Mr. Yu had just done to her, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted with herself for being so dirty!

These marks were like ugly scars that made her feel extremely disgusted, but at the moment she was powerless to do anything about it.

Xiangyun subconsciously wrapped herself tightly in the thick quilt, as if this could cover up the unsightly marks.

But tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, blurring her vision in an instant, and her heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of sharp arrows, causing unbearable pain and scars.

She couldn't help but ask herself silently in her heart: How long will this painful and tormenting life last, of being committed to someone I don't love, sleeping in the same bed with someone but having different dreams every day?

Just at this moment, there was a slight noise at the door.

It turned out to be Zijuan, carrying the child in her arms. It was noon, and the sunlight shone through the window onto the ground, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

Zijuan saw that the door of the room was closed, and Master Yu had never come out since he entered. She naturally knew what had happened.

She carefully held her brother in her arms, walked gently to the bed, then stretched out a hand and gently pulled away the quilt that was covering Xiangyun's head.

Said softly:

"Miss Yun, please don't be sad anymore. There's nothing we can do about it. At least get up and come see the child!"

At first, Xiangyun was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate herself, sobbing constantly.

But when she heard the news of the child's arrival, she seemed to come to her senses suddenly, quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, forced herself to be strong, hurriedly put on a padded jacket, and sat up.

Xiangyun gently stroked the child's chubby little face and sobbed, "My poor child, when can we mother and I live a peaceful life?"