Chapter 4 The First Confrontation

The next day, we talked about the old house.

Song Yu slept deeply, but her dreams were strange and confusing, causing her to wake up feeling even more tired than if she hadn't slept all night.

She steeled herself and went downstairs to the restaurant. Before she could sit down, she heard Du Yumei's strange voice.

"I woke up late on the first day. Those who knew me thought I was here to be my wife, and those who didn't know me thought I was here to be my aunt."

Song Yu froze.

She silently recited in her mind, "If you don't get angry, don't get angry. If you get angry, there will be no one to help you." She tried her best to put on a friendly smile.

"Sorry, I was a little tired yesterday and slept a little deeply at night. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Tired?" Du Yumei glanced at Song Yu up and down, "Why do you have to be tired? Huairong was not at home last night."

Hold it, hold it...

Seeing that Song Yu didn't respond, Du Yumei's eyes became even more contemptuous.

Sure enough, she comes from a small family, with no education and no courage. Is this the daughter-in-law that the old man has chosen from thousands of times?

Before proposing marriage, she suggested that the old man should consider Xia Tong again, but was scolded for talking too much.

But look, it's really far worse than Xia Tong.

Seeing that Du Yumei wanted to say a few more words, Song Yu put down his chopsticks and clenched his fists tightly.

"Snapped!"

The sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks stunned the two women who were ready to go.

It was Tan Huaiwen, the eldest son of the Tan family, sitting next to Du Yumei.

"Yumei, Xiaoyu had a busy day yesterday. It's understandable that she got up late. As the sister-in-law, you have to be considerate of her."

"Sister-in-law? Ask the couple which one considers me their sister-in-law? This family can hardly accommodate me!"

"You!" Tan Huaiwen was furious.

"No one can tolerate you anymore."

The old but majestic voice sounded, and everyone immediately turned off their fire.

"Dad." "Talk about old age."

"It's time to change your tune."

"Ah?" Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then realized that Tan Lao was talking about her, and called out "Dad" unnaturally.

The old man agreed, his eyes swept over several people, and his brows furrowed.

"Where's Huairong?"

Du Yumei was angry and didn't want to open her mouth, but Song Yu didn't know how to open her mouth.

Both women remained silent, and Tan Huairong had no choice but to say, "Huairong was not at home last night."

"What?!" The old man's anger, which he spent all night extinguishing, suddenly ignited, and the word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows was knotted.

After "communicating" with the young couple last night, he took antihypertensive medicine and rested, not knowing that Tan Huairong had left.

"What's going on? Why didn't anyone stop him?"

Tan Huaiwen only heard from his wife last night that his brother talked back to her. He didn't know the specific situation, and he couldn't tell her now.

Uncle Li, who witnessed the whole process, spoke up at the right time: "The second young master suddenly wanted to leave without telling the reason. We...we couldn't stop him."

"Not only can't you stop it, but you can also tell us to mind our own business." Du Yumei said with a grudge that Huairong had criticized her last night, adding fuel to the fire.

"Stop talking to me!" Tan Huaiwen was also annoyed. What happened to his wife today? Every sentence was thorny!

The old man raised the dragon-head crutch in his hand and struck it hard twice, as if it was going to penetrate the ground.

"You traitor! Go and find him for me!"

The butler was ordered to find Tan Huairong. No one in the restaurant was in the mood to eat, and the breakfast ended unhappy.

On the first day of the second son's wedding, dark clouds gathered over the family.

"Yumei, I understand that Huairong doesn't want to deal with you. He doesn't want to deal with anyone in the family. But Song Yu just got married and didn't recruit you or mess with you. Don't take your anger out on her and spread the word to you and the Tan family. It doesn’t sound good.”

As his wife felt like she was on gunpowder, Tan Huaiwen went to work without worry and gave her some advice before leaving.

These words made Du Yumei instantly furious, and she loudly asked Tan Huaiwen why he was facing Song Yu and whether he still had her as his wife in his heart.

"That's enough! You are still unreasonable at your age, Yumei, you were not like this before."

After saying that, Tan Huaiwen walked away.

Du Yumei stood on the balcony and looked at her husband's back. The fire in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, until it was about to burst out of her eyes.

Last night I told him about Huairong's talk back, but he didn't take it seriously, and today he spoke for Song Yu again.

It’s too late to live this day!

At this moment, a beautiful figure walked toward Tan Huaiwen. The two stopped to say a few words and then passed each other.

Du Yumei suddenly became excited. Thinking of her identity as the young lady, she calmed down, turned around and walked downstairs quickly.

In the living room downstairs, the old man was not there, so Song Yu had nothing to do. He was wandering around to familiarize himself with the environment, and accidentally met Du Yumei at the stairs.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you open your eyes when you walk?"

I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore.

Song Yu lifted his breath to his chest and was about to ejaculate when he saw Du Yumei skipping her and walking forward.

"Xia Tong!" The tone of joy was completely different from when he just disliked Song Yu.

Song Yu followed the sound and saw a beautiful woman.

"I just saw you on the balcony. Why are you here so early? Have you had breakfast?"

"Thank you, sister-in-law, I've eaten."

Sister-in-law? Song Yu raised his eyebrows, who is this from the Tan family? Talking about Huairong, it seems that he has no sisters.

Du Yumei seemed to have come to her own home court, holding the woman's hand affectionately, looking at Song Yu with a look of pride that could not be hidden.

"You are here to see Huairong. Unfortunately, he was not at home last night. I don't know where he could go on the wedding night."

"Well..." The woman hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes passed over Song Yu, and she spoke in a shy tone: "Last night, he was with me."

"Oh," Du Yumei seemed surprised, "I mean, I was worried that you didn't come to the wedding yesterday, but it turns out..."

Okay, it was very clear at this point. Song Yu finally understood where Du Yumei's hostility towards her came from.

It seems that this Miss Xia Tong is Tan Huairong's true lover and Du Yumei's ideal sister-in-law.

The two sang and harmonized, vividly portraying the drama of Tan Huairong being forced to separate from his beloved woman, but never forgetting his love, and pursuing his lover despite his father's orders on the wedding night.

Song Yu felt goose bumps all over her body. She rolled her eyes slightly and then raised the corners of her mouth, "It turns out to be Miss Xia."

"My surname is Zhu."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it turns out to be Miss Zhu. It's all my fault that Huairong didn't mention you to me. The same goes for you, sister-in-law. You didn't introduce Huairong's good friends to me when they came, causing me to mispronounce their names and making others laugh."

"Miss Zhu, thank you for taking care of Huairong last night. He didn't disturb your rest, but you should have given us a call. The family is very worried about him."

Du Yumei and Zhu Xiatong were stunned on the spot by a set of flat chop combos and cleave.

In the first confrontation, Song Yu easily won.

She stood in the center of the living room in the posture of a hostess, with a sincere and harmless smile.

Tsk, isn’t it just acting? Who can’t do it?

Zhu Xia Tong's face turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, her lips were slightly opened, and her eyes were full of apologies.

When Du Yumei saw this, she slapped Song Yu with a knife in the eye and patted Zhu Xiatong's hand to comfort her.

"Don't listen to her nonsense, Huairong is such an adult, we have nothing to worry about."

At this moment, the door of the old house opened, and a black car with a Porsche logo slowly drove in.

It was Tan Huairong who was called back from the company by Uncle Li.

Sister-in-law and Zhu Xiatong were all nervous when they saw him coming in. Song Yu, on the other hand, greeted him with a sweet smile, as if they were really a newlywed couple.

I adapted to the role quite quickly.

Tan Huairong replied lightly and went straight to the study upstairs without even looking at Du Yumei and Zhu Xiatong.

This time, Song Yu was really surprised.

She thought it would be a large Shura field and was ready for war, but he just left like this?

Is this Zhu Xia Tong his lover?

In the study.

"You brat, you still want to make me mad when you come back?!"

The old man's voice was almost a roar.

"Did you promise me to stay at home honestly last night, go back on your word, and turn a deaf ear to my words? Ah?"

He was so angry that his vision turned black and he staggered.

Tan Huairong frowned slightly, and subconsciously reached out to touch her, but quietly pulled back the moment the old man regained his breath.

"Come on, come down with me and burn incense for your mother."

Rarely, Tan Huairong did not refute and followed the old man downstairs silently.

The two of them walked into the living room one after another, and they heard Du Yumei ask, "Xia Tong, you are so busy at work and have to take care of Huairong. Yesterday was really hard on you."

Hearing this, Tan Huairong's sharp eyes pointed directly at Zhu Xiatong.

Zhu Xia Tong immediately looked away in panic, feeling extremely guilty.

When the old man heard that Huairong was staying with another woman last night, he felt unhappy. He rolled his eyes at him and said in a cold tone: "Old Li, please send Miss Zhu back. Huairong Song Yu has something to do and it's not convenient to entertain her." guest."

Before Zhu Xia Tong could react, Du Yumei hurriedly said: "Dad, I'll just entertain Xia Tong..."

"Okay, then you can go with her." The old man said straightforwardly.

Uncle Li stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation to Zhu Xiatong. Zhu Xiatong looked at Tan Huairong who was indifferent and could only turn his eyes for help to Du Yumei.

But Du Yumei still dared to say anything, the old man was obviously angry.

No matter how much she wanted Zhu Xia Tong to stay with Song Yu, she didn't dare to openly provoke the family's elders.

Zhu Xia Tong had no choice but to leave with Uncle Li, and took a deep look at Tan Huairong before leaving.

That look, as sad as you want it to be.

There are many things to pay attention to when offering incense to your deceased mother-in-law, including taking a bath and changing into slightly elegant but still festive clothes.

Song Yu and Tan Huairong went upstairs together.

The two of them walked side by side, and Song Yu thought silently in his heart: I won't offend anyone unless they offend me, and I won't offend anyone unless they offend me...

"You are quite bold. After you quarreled with me, you quarreled with the old man, and today you quarreled with my sister-in-law. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to stay in this house any longer?"

Tan Huairong suddenly spoke.

Song Yu was shocked. He installed surveillance cameras at home?

Then he thought that he was called back by Uncle Li, so it was probably Uncle Li who told him.

"You are quite well informed." She turned a corner and stopped, "But it's not that I want to quarrel with your sister-in-law, it's that your sister-in-law doesn't like me."

"She is also your sister-in-law." Tan Huairong stopped.

"I would like to recognize her as my sister-in-law, but they didn't like me. They chose Miss Zhu instead."

Song Yu blinked her big and smart eyes, her gossip soul burning brightly. She was very curious about the relationship between Zhu Xia Tong and Tan Huai Wen.

The pretty little woman had taken off her slightly heavy bridal makeup, her skin was as white and tender as a shelled egg, her beautiful eyes were moving, and she looked at him steadily with a sly smile.

Tan Huairong's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"I don't care who you quarrel with, but Xia Tong is my friend, don't go after her."