After rebirth, my wife just wants to be a widow

Xue Dafu's study room follows the usual wealthy style. Various antique calligraphy and paintings are stacked together without any structure. There is no sense of beauty at all, but the word "nobility" is everywhere.

Shen Ruoyan wandered around the bookshelf for a while, but didn't find anything special. She pretended to be curious and secretly checked all the antique calligraphy and paintings in the study, but she didn't find anything unusual.

Just as she was thinking that she would have to ask Wei Xu for advice after going back today, Shen Ruoyan suddenly felt a gaze falling on her.

Turning around, I saw little kid Xue Jinbao immersed in writing. Yan Fuye, who was sitting opposite him, was holding a brush and writing something seriously with his head down. The scene was quiet, giving off an atmosphere of serious study, and no one looked up to look at her.

Shen Ruoyan shook her head, was it all her imagination just now?

Perhaps noticing Shen Ruoyan's movements, the little fat man suddenly raised his head and said to her with a smile: "Tangtang, come and see how my handwriting goes?"

Shen Ruoyan walked over, and Yan Fu also raised his head. Their eyes met, and Shen Ruoyan's heart suddenly jumped. That strange feeling came to her heart again, but her attention was quickly attracted by the child Xue Jinbao.

"Hey, my wrists are sore from writing, and I finally finished it." The little fat man said, putting down the pen, leaning back, his whole back pressed against the chair, slumping into a ball, looking proudly. Xiang Shen Ruoyan almost didn't express her praise for me clearly on her face.

Shen Ruoyan lowered her head and took a look. To her surprise, Xue Jinbao's handwriting was really good. The strokes were strong and the density was moderate. He had already begun to see the character of iron paintings and silver hooks. It was completely impossible to tell that it was written by a little fat man.

"Did you really write this calligraphy?" Shen Ruoyan asked slightly exaggeratedly, "I can't believe that you have such calligraphy skills at such a young age, and you have a promising future!"

The child Xue Jinbao was very helpful. His small eyes narrowed into slits with laughter. Shen Ruoyan took advantage of the situation and praised a few more words, praising the little fat man so much that he straightened up his waist and picked up the The writing brush on the desk looks like it is going to be written dozens more times.

"Have you finished writing the words?"

Suddenly a clear voice came from behind. Shen Ruoyan was startled and looked sideways. It turned out that it was Yan Fu who had stood behind her at some point.

Seeing the master coming, the child Xue Jinbao sat upright, stiffly waiting for Yan Fu's evaluation.

The man picked up the paper on the table with his slender fingers and said slowly: "There is indeed progress. It seems that with Miss Shen by his side, Jinbao can calm down and write with heart."

The three words "Miss Shen" were pronounced by him in a low and lingering voice, like clear springs hitting rocks, sweet and melodious. Coupled with the meaningful smile on the corner of the man's mouth, Shen Ruoyan blushed instantly for some reason.

In order to divert attention, Shen Ruoyan pointed to the paper on Yan Fu's desk and asked, "Master Yan, what are you writing? Can you show it to me?"

The man seemed to be flustered, put down the paper unnaturally, coughed slightly and said, "I just scribbled randomly, I won't show it to show my shame."

Shen Ruoyan glanced at his desk. The paper was covered by a book, and only some lines in the corners could be seen. Could it be that he was not writing just now, but drawing?

The child Xue Jinbao was praised and was very motivated. He copied three articles in one breath. It was lunch time soon. Because he missed class yesterday and had to make up for it in the afternoon, they simply ate in the study room.

The maids brought the sumptuous lunch to the table. When Shen Ruoyan thought about having dinner with Yan Fu later, she felt a little twisted in her heart. She walked slowly to the dining table. Xue Jinbao had already opened the seat next to her happily. , looking at her expectantly.

Shen Ruoyan sat down helplessly, and suddenly there was someone next to her. Yan Fu actually sat next to her.

"Let's eat." Shen Ruoyan was stunned when the man spoke first, as if it was an ordinary thing for him to sit here.

Shen Ruoyan took a mouthful of rice, looked at the little kid on her right, and then at Yan Fu sitting on her left. Why did she feel like a couple with a child, and a family of three eating?

Xue Jinbao didn't notice Shen Ruoyan's discomfort, and took the initiative to pick up a big chicken leg and put it into Shen Ruoyan's bowl. He grinned at her, his plump little face was full of red light, as if to say: Look at me I told you I would be good to you, so I gave you my favorite big chicken drumstick.

Shen Ruoyan was moved when she heard the little fat man say in a serious tone: "Tangtang, eat more. My father said that women should be fatter..."

Shen Ruoyan almost spit out a mouthful of rice. She forgot that she was a child bride now - the future wife raised by children. She quickly stopped the little fat man from saying shocking words: "Come on, you should eat more, you will be full in the afternoon." Have the strength to study!”

After saying that, Shen Ruoyan put a lot of vegetables into his bowl and successfully blocked Xue Jinbao's mouth with food.

After finally breathing a sigh of relief, Shen Ruoyan found a small plate of peeled shrimps on her left hand before taking a few bites of rice.

Shen Ruoyan raised her head and looked at Yan Fu in confusion.

The man lowered his head and said nothing. He just used his hands to push the plate of peeled shrimps in front of Shen Ruoyan.

Shen Ruoyan had no choice but to reach out to take it, but she happened to brush the back of Yan Fu's hand. The moment the man's warm skin slid across the back of Shen Ruoyan's hand, Shen Ruoyan shrank in panic and almost dropped the plate to the ground.

Her heart was beating loudly as she looked at the plate of peeled shrimps. Shen Ruoyan didn't understand what he meant. They had no contact with each other. It was impossible for Yan Fu to peel the shrimps for himself. Could it be for the little fat man?

Shen Ruoyan picked up a whole plate of shrimps and poured them all into Xue Jinbao's bowl. The unknowing little fat man ate even harder, but he didn't notice that his wife had a dark face.

After spending most of the day in the study with the little fat man, no useful clues were found. After finally saying goodbye to Xue Jinbao, Shen Ruoyan returned to the yard, only to find that her two helpers had used their own specialties to find out a lot of useful information.

Wei Xu said: "Today I did a little secret exploration and found the entrances to three secret passages. It seems that this courtyard is not simple."

Qin'er said excitedly: "Miss, I have established a good relationship with the servants in the house, and I have learned a lot of gossip. Do you want to tell it to you?"

In Shen Ruoyan's shining eyes, Qin'er told the news she heard one by one:

"Among Xue Dafu's seven concubines, the third and seventh concubines are the most favored.

The Eighth Miss and the Thirteenth Miss in the mansion are bitter rivals. They are jealous and compete for everything.

Also, the young master is not actually the eldest lady’s biological child. His biological mother died and was raised in the eldest lady’s yard. "