First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 12 Big Brother
When Du Rongzhi woke up the next day, she was the only one left on the bed.

This sleep seems to have been sleeping for a long time... She sat up and opened the curtain as she thought about it in a daze.

The morning in spring was still very cold, the air outside the tent poured into the curtain unexpectedly, making Du Rongzhi shiver uncontrollably.

She looked down in surprise, but saw that the belt of the pajamas had been opened at some point, and it was just so wide open, and the belly pocket inside was also loose, barely covering the spring light on her chest.

Du Rongzhi suddenly woke up—whether he... last night

That's not right, if it's true... She's not an innocent girl who didn't know anything, so it's impossible for her to feel nothing at all.

While thinking wildly in her heart, Qing He had already walked over, "Young Madam, are you awake?"

"Hmm." Du Rongzhi responded sullenly, and stretched out his hands to cover his clothes. Seeing that Song Zixun had washed up and was being changed by Zisu, he asked, "What time is it?"

"That's right."

When I get home today, I should get up and get ready.

Du Rongzhi nodded, and followed Qing He's hand, letting the maids wait on her to wash and dress.

Song Zixun listened to the rustling sound behind him, without even turning his head.

The expression on the young man's handsome face was indifferent, and there was a faint bruise under his eyes.

She sleeps well!

Song Zixun thought angrily, completely oblivious to Zisu's tender and admiring eyes beside him.

When the couple finally tidied up, they went to greet the elders again. After breakfast, they listened to the girl's report that the uncle came to pick up the young master and wife.

Du Rongzhi lowered her eyes slightly, and lightly squeezed the brocade handkerchief in her hand.

She was about to meet the first family member of her natal family after waking up, but she had mixed feelings in her heart for a moment.

Speaking of which, although my eldest brother and I are not siblings, but because we were raised under our mother's lap since we were young, when we were not out of the cabinet, the relationship between the two was still very close.But in the last life, if he didn't know people clearly, his father would not have been framed miserably, and ended up in exile on the frontier to die in a foreign country. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't resent...

Thousands of feelings are constantly surging, but the girl brings in a tall and straight gentle boy, who is Du Rongzhi's brother Du Yunting.

This Du Yunting is gentle and handsome, and he was taught very well by his parents. He has a good manner of speaking and good manners. He has always been liked by the old lady. At this time, he had to be kind and let him talk for a while, which made him happy. Song Zixun and Du Rongzhi followed him back to the mansion.

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The carriage bumped all the way to Du's house, Du Rongzhi sat in the carriage, a little absent-minded.

All kinds of past lives appeared in front of my eyes one by one like a revolving lantern—the sudden death of my mother, the imprisonment of my father and brother, and the destruction of a century-old family...

Du Rongzhi blinked her sore eyes vigorously, but her eye sockets were still red unconsciously.

It's a pity that she was already married when something happened to Du's family in her previous life. Apart from the few words she heard from Song Zixun, she didn't know anything about the ins and outs of the incident.

Du Rongzhi smiled wryly: I'm afraid it's because he thinks he's too stupid, and there's no need to tell her about it...

A sense of helplessness suddenly rose in her heart—she clearly knew the ending of many things, but when it came to how to deal with them, she really had no idea.

Just when he was feeling infinitely lost and lost, the carriage stopped suddenly.

Seeing that there was still no movement after waiting for a while, Du Rongzhi said through the curtain, "Zisu, go ahead and see what's going on."

Zisu quickly agreed.

After a while, she heard her reply, "Young Madam, it's the uncle who met a friend."

This is not a rare thing... Although Du Yunting has no talent in reading, he is warm and cheerful, and he has made friends with some people.

But because of the troubles in his previous life, Du Rongzhi couldn't help but feel a little shy about his cronies, so he asked casually, "Do you know who they are?"

"I don't even recognize the servant girl," Zisu said, "I only know that it's a young master named Zhou, whose accent doesn't look like a person from the capital city, so the uncle calls him Zhonglin."

Zhou Zhonglin.

Du Rongzhi's expression changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)