After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 9 He Also Became Her Bully

After he finished speaking, he took off the robe without hesitation, and threw it on the floor in front of Wei Zi.

Wei Zi's cheeks felt hot.

He said she was pedantic...

Her fingers on her lap curled up and trembled slightly, she was meddling in her own business...

That's right, they are not related by blood, nor are they sister-in-law. She will leave the Xiao family sooner or later. What does it matter to her how cruel and tyrannical he will be in the future, how he will kill his father and brother, and how he will be scolded by thousands of people?
Wei Zi stood up and said aggrievedly: "You are a genius with an unforgettable memory. You have read all kinds of books. You will have a bright future, so naturally you don't need me to mention it. If you think I talk too much nonsense, then I will not talk to you from now on." Just talk."

She bowed her knees and saluted, turned around and left with red eyes.

It was just that when he stepped out of the threshold, he was a little anxious, was caught by the handcuffs, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

She quickly climbed up holding the door frame and left without looking back.

Xiao Fengxian stood alone in the small study.

It was dusk and the garden was bleak.

He saw that the opposite window was lowered, and a tung oil lamp was lit in the boudoir.

The figure of the widowed wife is reflected behind the window screen.

She was lying on the table, probably crying out of anger, her slender shoulders trembling violently.

Xiao Fengxian knew that everyone in this house loved to bully her.

She used to be weak, and when she was bullied, she only knew to hide in the boudoir and cry.

These days, she seems to have learned to be stronger, but tonight she started crying again.

Still made him cry.

He also became a bully to her.

Xiao Fengxian leaned over to pick up the robe, and touched it carefully. The stitches were dense and dense, and the embroidery was exquisite and beautiful, and there was no place that was perfunctory.

These are the clothes she worked so hard to make after staying up for three nights.

Xiao Fengxian clutched his clothes tightly, remembering the scene when he threw it on the ground without hesitation just now, recalling the sadness that flashed in Wei Zi's eyes, for some reason, his palms were very hot and his chest was congested.

The next day.

Xiao Gui came back from doing business outside and brought Xing's nephew, Xing Qianri, with him.

Xing Qianri is the only child of Xing's elder brother, he learned to do business with Xiao Gui these years, but he didn't learn serious skills, instead he learned a lot about gambling, drinking, and visiting brothels.

He really thought that after Xiao Lingxiao died, no one in the Xiao family would inherit the family business, and he would only wait for the death of Xiao Gui and the Xing family in the future, and all the property of the Xiao family would belong to him, so he loved to run to the Xiao family when he had nothing to do, and when he saw valuable things My son also likes to take it from Xing's house.

The Xing family loves her natal family, pity that Xing Qianri is the only seedling of their Xing family, and never cares about her, Xing Qianri is spoiled even more domineering, and even has a lust for Wei Zi.

Wei Zi was making stinky tofu in the kitchen, and Xing Qianri went straight to find him.

He is also studying, and for the sake of elegance, he specially wears a scholar's hat, and because he dislikes not being beautiful enough, he puts a small red flower on his temple.

He courteously said: "Sister Xiao Zi, I haven't seen you these days, do you miss me? Look, what good things did I bring you?"

He took out a jade hairpin from his bosom, and offered it to Wei Zi like a treasure.

Wei Zi disliked it.

It was the same in the previous life, this dog-like beast always stalked her when no one was around, almost letting him take advantage of her several times.

Later, Xiao Dujuan ran into him, but Xing Qianri said that she seduced him on purpose. Xing was furious, grabbed her hair and called her a little whore in public. They beat her twenty times with sticks until she was covered in blood and could not get up. She lay alone in the rainstorm all night moaning and wailing.

That night, Xing Qianri, who claimed to love her, didn't even show his face.

Seeing Xing Qianri again, Wei Zi felt aching and itching all over his body.

Through the clothes, she subconsciously rubbed her arms.

When she was reborn, those wounds hadn't appeared on her body yet, but those wounds had already been deeply imprinted in her heart. Once opened, it was like frostbite that would recur every winter, and the pain was unbearable.

Seeing her flinch, Xing Qianri couldn't help but feel proud.

He took two steps closer, and lowered his voice ambiguously: "What is little sister Xiao Zi afraid of? Xiao Lingxiao is dead, and it is impossible for my aunt to let Xiao Fengxian, a bastard, inherit the family business, so I will have the final say in this family. Sister Xiao Zi's age Widowed at a young age, how lonely and pitiful, why not just follow me and let me love you well, huh?"

The little widow who was trapped by him in the stove was wearing a bamboo-green undergarment, combed a cloud-like single-snail bun, and had a small face that was white and delicate. , caged with pure white jasmine in the misty spring rain.

Xu was forced by him, she drooped her small face, and from time to time she raised her peach blossom eyes to peek at him with trembling eyelashes, all kinds of tactful and delicate, which aroused men's pity even more than the most charming oiran lady Xing Qianri had ever seen.

The spring breeze blows in through the screen window behind her, bringing out the sweet fragrance of the little widow.

Xing Qianri's eyes couldn't help but fall on Wei Zi's neckline, and a touch of whiteness spread down the neckline, and the sweet fragrance must have emanated from her body.

Xing Qianri's throat tightened up and down.

Fortunately, his unlucky cousin died, otherwise, such stunning looks, where would it be his turn!

Impatient, he put his arms around Wei Zi's slender waist: "I haven't seen you for a while, why is little sister Xiao Zi more beautiful? It just seems to be a little thinner, why don't you let my brother hug her and try it out?"

He was about to embrace with both hands when Wei Zi suddenly lifted the lid of the pot.

There was stinky tofu marinated overnight in the pot, and the stench rose to the sky instantly!

"vomit--"

Xing Qianri was caught off guard, let out a retch, covered his mouth and struggled to escape outside the kitchen.

He breathed in the fresh air with great gulps, finally recovered from his embarrassment, and looked towards the kitchen in fear: "Sister Xiao Zi, why do you want to cook a pot of cow dung? It almost stinks to death!"

Wei Zi once again felt offended by her tofu.

He Xing Qianri is cow dung, and his whole family is cow dung.

Thinking about it, she picked up a spatula to stir the tofu in the brine, and said lightly, "It's just pickling a few salted fish, how can it be so smelly? If my cousin thinks it smells bad, please go and stay elsewhere."

When peony flowers die, it is also romantic to be a ghost.

Looking at the little beauty in front of him, Xing Qianri couldn't bear to leave, he held his nose and resisted stepping into the kitchen again, but the stench came over his face again, making him take a few steps back quickly.

He couldn't stand it any longer, waved his hand and said, "I still have to talk to my aunt, little sister Zi, I'll come to see you sometime—vomit—"

He ran away with a stomach twitch.

"Yes." Wei Zi spat at his back, picked up the jade hairpin he had thrown on the stove, and smashed it to the ground without hesitation, "I don't want anything from a stinky man!"

Xiao Fengxian leaned against the door with folded arms.

He glanced at the broken greens all over the floor. She didn't want things from the stinky man, but she accepted all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones from him.

It can be seen that in her heart, he is different from others.

The corners of the boy's lips unconsciously showed a slight curvature.

He came to ask for peace today, but he couldn't lower his face, so he pretended to be arrogant and dragged his tone: "Sister-in-law, why don't you cook fish for me today?"

Wei Zi didn't seem to see him, and continued to work with his head down.

The kitchen fell into an eerie silence.

Xiao Fengxian tugged at his collar, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

(End of this chapter)