Chapter 140: Dining with Wang Ye

  Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but shudder again: "I didn't say anything."

  "What? Don't dare say it anymore?" His eyebrows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, his tone cool: "I thought you were a different kind of woman!"

  Such tone and demeanor, as if looking down on others with disdain.

  I had intended to defy him, but after a moment's reflection, I swallowed my anger and merely said: "You're overthinking this, sir!"

  "Hmph!" He snorted and said, "You say I don't care about Tang Er, is that true or not?"

  Looking at Song Tingwei's natural expression, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and resentment, and coldly said: "This is what the old master told me to say."

  "You said!"

  I took a deep breath and said, "I don't know how it was before, but since I married into this family, my husband has been seriously ill. Have you ever gone to see him or even sent someone to ask about his condition?" He was taken aback by my question, lost in thought, and I continued, "He doesn't even dare to take a walk in the garden, fearing that you might see him and be displeased."

  As I spoke, I couldn't help but shed tears: "You are father and son, you are not enemies. Do you remember what he looks like now, how old is he?"

  He sank into deep thought for a moment, with a rare look of self-reproach in his eyes, and said: "I often hear his mother mention..."

  I couldn't help but laugh: "Master, you've been away for years, busy with official business, even the number of times you see your mother-in-law can be counted on one hand, I'm afraid?"

  Song Tingwei looked at me with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes: "No one has ever dared to speak to me like that."

  The anger in his eyes, seemingly real and fake at the same time, made me unable to discern his intention. I swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, my voice stuttering: "I-I was just telling the truth, if-if you don't want to hear it, sir..."

  "Why doesn't he dare to take a walk in the garden?" He interrupted me with a low tone, turned around and faced away from me, as if deep in thought.

  I originally wanted to say that the madam was afraid you'd see him gradually recovering, but then changed her words: "Because he's afraid you'll be heartbroken seeing how seriously ill he is."