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"That's right." Fang held down Wang who was about to speak, and said with a smile: "We are here to inquire about Yuan'er's situation and take him home by the way."

Ms. Jiang said coldly: "If you want to know anything, you can go directly to Zhao Yuan and ask. He is in the car dealership next door, and it's not like you can't see anyone for hundreds of miles.

Besides, that kid only comes over for a meal occasionally, and we can't interfere with his personal freedom. If you want to take him home, just go find him. What does it mean to come to my house to question him? "

Mrs. Fang was speechless for a moment and turned to look at her second sister-in-law, Ms. Wang.

Mrs. Wang sneered: "Don't pretend to be innocent. Wasn't it you and your daughter who instigated my son to abandon school and go into business? Don't think I don't know. Yesterday, he bought more than two thousand taels of silver at the Jinyu Jewelry Shop. Jewelry, the jewelry has been handed over to your family now, right? What a good plan!"

Madam Jiang was so angry that she couldn't find the words to reply.

Wu on the side immediately retorted: "What are we plotting against him? Madam Zhao, you are also a member of our family, how can you be so embarrassed to say it?"

If my parents hadn't helped him earn money in the past two years, would he have been able to afford jewelry? You don't take your child seriously, and you have never looked after him once. Now you come to my house to make trouble for the jewelry you bought for him. Mrs. Zhao, are you really willing to go out? "

Mrs. Wang was speechless by the two people's rebuke, and her anger arose.

She slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Ms. Jiang and Ms. Wu and said, "It has nothing to do with you whether I care about him or not, but it's not okay for you to use your little girl to seduce my son!"

"What did you say?" Mrs. Wu rushed over angrily and slapped her on the face: "You are called a bitch! You said such insulting words just for that little money!"

She brought up Chang'an with her own hands. If it's not her own life, it's better than her own. How could she allow others to look down on her like this?

Wang was stunned by the slap. When she realized what she was doing, she couldn't help but scream loudly: "Someone! Hit me!"

Several maids and women rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Wu.

Seeing that a struggle was about to break out, Zhao Yuan appeared at the door of the house.

"Stop!" he shouted, rushed over and threw the maids and wives out of the house.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Yuan glared at his mother and third aunt with a frosty face: "Mom, if you have any trouble, come to me! Don't act recklessly everywhere for no reason!"

Mrs. Wang had always been displeased with her son, but now that she saw him talking like this, she couldn't help but get furious: "Zhao Yuan! Are you deceived? Are you helping outsiders?"

Zhao Yuan said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, didn't you come home with me? Come on, I'll go back with you now!"

Mrs. Wang was about to say something, but Fang quickly smoothed things over: "Okay, second sister-in-law, please stop saying a few words. Since Silang is willing to go back, let's help him pack his things."

Zhao Yuan: "There is nothing to pack. When I went out to work alone, I only had a few old clothes. Now they are too short to wear. It won't be worth much if I pack them again."

"Look what you kid said?" Fang said with a sneer: "In the final analysis, it's because you haven't returned home that your mother didn't make you new clothes."

Zhao Yuan sneered: "Then are you here to pack my things? Or are you here to tell me to go home?"

"Of course I asked you to go back." Fang asked her second sister-in-law to take Zhao Yuan away quickly.

Mrs. Wang knew that she could not get any favors from the Song family at this time, so she left Haitang Garden with the help of two maids.

In this way, Zhao Yuan followed his mother and third aunt back to the Zhao Mansion alone and came to the old lady's yard.

Old Mrs. Zhao went out to listen to music again and was not at home. Mrs. Zhao was the only one sitting on the Taishi chair, with the eldest lady sitting next to her.

Zhao Yuan saluted the old lady, said hello, and stood listening to the instruction with his hands down.

When the old lady took a closer look at her little grandson for the first time, she saw that he had grown much taller and his figure was as tall as a pine tree.

The long black hair is neatly tied on the top of the head, which is much more attractive than the dry and yellow hair of childhood.

His facial features are also longer, and his eyebrows are steady and smart. Only the dark red crescent-shaped birthmark on his forehead is a bit abrupt, a bit like the flame makeup painted on a woman.

Such a birthmark, when it appears on a young man's forehead, looks evil and very unlucky.

However, this child is well-dressed and looks to be made of materials that are rare on the market.

I saw that he was wearing a lake-colored brocade and gauze flying fish robe, with a leather belt tied around his waist, and seven things hanging on it. He also wore an emerald green glass ornament. At first glance, he looked like a well-bred young man from a big family.

"Yuan'er, why haven't you returned home in the past two years?" Mrs. Zhao said warmly, "You haven't even come back during the Dragon Boat Festival. It's really inappropriate."

Zhao Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the old lady, "I won't come back unless I am a grandson. In fact, there is no place for me in the house."

The hut where he once lived seemed to have become a living quarters for servants.

The old lady frowned: "Yuan'er, what do you mean by that? The mansion is so big, why is there no room for you?"

She moved her eyes to the eldest daughter-in-law and asked silently.

Of course the eldest daughter-in-law Cui knew what Zhao Yuan meant and said calmly: "Silang said that his room was occupied by someone, right? But it was the second brother and sister who asked the servants to move in, and there is nothing I can do about it."

The old lady was a little angry and glared at Mr. Wang who was sitting next to Mrs. Cui: "How can you let Yuan'er's house be occupied by your servants?"

Mrs. Wang said without changing her expression: "Since he won't come back, that room will be empty, so I will make it available for Xuan'er's servant."

"Confused!" Mrs. Zhao was very angry and ordered: "Hurry up and vacate that room! How can you let a slave live in the master's house?"

Mrs. Wang was a little reluctant: "Mom, Xuan'er's servant has been living here for a long time. Where will he live now when he moves out?"

Since last time she found out that Zhao Xuan was spending money to fool around with some dandies in the capital, Wang bought two more servants to keep an eye on him and not allow him to mess around.

For this reason, she even had some disagreements with her sister-in-law.

Because there were more servants in the house, the monthly money needed had to be paid out of the public account. Mrs. Cui was a little unhappy and asked the second housekeeper to arrange the food and clothing for the servants.

Of course Wang was unwilling, so she argued with her sister-in-law for a few words, but in the end she had no choice but to arrange a place for the young servant by herself.

Mrs. Zhao became even more angry when she saw her second daughter-in-law being so ignorant: "Ms. Wang! Which one is more important, your son or the servant?"

Wang was silent.

She wanted to say that Xuan'er was more important, but it was not appropriate to argue with her mother-in-law at this time.

Seeing that her mother-in-law was angry, Mrs. Fang quickly stepped forward to comfort her: "Mom, don't worry about this. Isn't it my sister-in-law who takes care of everything in the house? I will leave Yuan'er's residence to be arranged by my sister-in-law."

Ms. Cui rolled her eyes silently, but didn't say a word.

I wish that my second wife and family would be in trouble, so I didn't care about Wang's tricks.

Zhao Yuan looked at all this and felt very irritated.

The three houses in the Zhao Mansion each have their own thoughts, but they want to live under the same roof.

And I am a poor person whose father doesn't care for my mother or my grandparents and doesn't care.

If Chang'an hadn't rescued him, he would have died long ago. How could he be in his current situation?

If I were allowed to go back to such a family life, it would be better to just die.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao finally brought the topic to the right track at the suggestion of her third daughter-in-law.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Yuan'er, how much money did you earn at that car dealership?"