Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 537 Rebirth Returns (2 More)
Time goes back one day.

Xu Jia was sitting on the bridal sedan chair, looking at her white and tender hands in disbelief, with stormy waves in her eyes.

"Miss." The sudden voice outside brought her back from her dazed thoughts.

"The servant has hidden two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. If you are hungry, please fill your stomach first."

This voice is Mo Xiang, her dowry maid.

Xu Jia stretched out his hand and opened a corner of the car curtain, and saw the happy bead hairpin on Mo Xiang's head.

She put it on for the little girl herself before going out.

The red wedding sedan chair, the heavy phoenix crown, the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers all reminded her that she was back.

But unfortunately, back to the day when she just married Tang Yuan.

Thinking of being cheated into marriage in her previous life, being imprisoned in the cage of the Tang family and suffering all kinds of humiliation, and being loved by God for a new life, she still repeats the same mistakes and wants to marry into the Tang family.

Xu Jia couldn't help smiling wryly, feeling chills in his heart, could it be that this is fate?

Mo Xiang's voice continued outside.

Accepting the fact of being reborn, Xu Jia calmed down and replied in a low voice, "I'm not hungry, you can keep it."

Thinking of something, Xu Jia asked again: "Mo Xiang, is there any news from the General's Mansion?"

Mo Xiang was puzzled, "What news is Miss referring to?"

Xu Jia's throat was a little choked.

In her previous life, her grandma disappeared on the day of her wedding, and because of this, Tang Yuan asked her to stay alone in the empty room on the wedding night and go to a private meeting with her widowed wife on the grounds that her Yue's family was in mourning and it was not appropriate to go to London.

Thinking of the past, Xu Jia sneered with a smile on his lips, he was like a scholarly family who passed on his family traditions with poetry and etiquette, like a Xinke Tanhualang who had read poetry and books and knew etiquette.

Hearing the low laughter in the bridal sedan chair, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Xiang's back for no reason, and he stammered, "Little...Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Jia laughed until his eyes became sour, and he held Longfeng Chengxiang's hijab with both hands, saying he was happy.

She should be happy that a general girl who doesn't know etiquette, doesn't understand etiquette, doesn't know how to give to common affairs, and doesn't have secret calculations can marry into a prestigious scholarly family in the capital, and marry a son of the Tang family who has many admirers.

She had thought so in her previous life.

However, as soon as she got off the sedan chair, the news of the funeral of her mother's family came, and reality gave her a slap in the face.

Only later did she know that the reason why Tang Yuan proposed to marry her was just to pave the way for the widowed sister-in-law.

And she is Tang Yuan's first wife chosen by his sister-in-law Jiang Qingyu.

It's just because the door girl is simple-minded, so she doesn't need to bother to deal with it, so she can handle it in the future.

Her father, Xu Guangfu, was not a womanizer, and for many years had only one wife and one concubine. The aunt was weak, and she was raised in another village all the year round, so she came back rarely.

Growing up in such a family, Xu Jia naturally couldn't learn any insidious tricks, and it was inevitable to be honest in dealing with others.

Jiang Qingyu took advantage of this honesty, and on the surface he was as close as a sister to her, but secretly stabbed her in the back, trampled her into a place where she could never be restored, until she died.

……

The sound of crackling firecrackers was heard outside again, Xu Jia separated his sanity from the past, let the happy matchmaker lead him down, straddled the saddle, passed the brazier, bowed to the high hall, and entered the new house.

These things that have been experienced in the previous life, now come again, without anticipation and joy, there will be no nervousness.

The moment the hijab was lifted, Xu Jia and Tang Yuan looked at each other.

It's no wonder that he was hand-picked as Tanhua Lang. Tang Yuan's good looks, coupled with his full stomach of talent and learning, can naturally make the girl in the boudoir fascinated.

Oh no, not only the girl in the boudoir, but even the elder sister-in-law Jiang Qingyu, who is already married and has a child, can't forget him, and tried every means to change her appearance and become his woman.

While Xu Jia was looking at Tang Yuan, the other party was also looking at her.

The girl was dressed in a red wedding gown, under a beaded emerald phoenix crown, her eyes were quiet and soft, and her small face was delicately made up. The gaze she cast was like a torch, making the eyelids twitch.

Tang Yuan was surprised, the appearance of the newlyweds was different from the general girl he had imagined, and the look in her eyes did not show admiration for him at all.

It stands to reason that his appearance is easy to use everywhere, and Xu Jia is his admirer, so he shouldn't be indifferent.

Quickly calming down his emotions, Tang Yuan put down the gold scale that had uncovered his head, and said lightly, "Sit down first, and I'll send someone to bring some food later."

Just one command, and the person disappeared.

Xu Jia thought of how she waited all night on an empty stomach in order not to be rude in her previous life, now it seems that she is very stupid.

Taking a deep breath, she took off the heavy phoenix crown, rolled up her cuffs, and sat down at the table.

The food on the table was very tempting, she swallowed, looked at Mo Xiang beside her, and told her not to stand stupidly, and sit down to eat together.

Mo Xiang shook her head, "This servant is not hungry."

Xu Jia smiled, "You went out at the same time as me, you didn't eat anything, why aren't you hungry?"

Seeing Mo Xiang's hesitant expression, Xu Jia continued: "Eat quickly, you will have the strength to deal with the next thing after eating."

Although Xu Jia said with a smile, Mo Xiang could feel the seriousness of the young lady's words, she was stunned, and then sat down.

Xu Jia handed her a pair of chopsticks with an extremely calm expression.

You don't have to worry about your husband's dislike when you see her, and you don't need to have that sweet expectation for a man. Xu Jia can relax physically and mentally, as if she is in her own home.

Mo Xiang hesitated to speak several times, but seeing the young lady's calm expression, she swallowed it back.

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forecourt.

Tang Yuan was having a banquet with the guests, when suddenly a small man broke through the crowd and ran over, hugged his legs, raised his neck, and looked at him tearfully, "Second Uncle, do you want Yong'er anymore?"

Tang Yong, the biological son of Jiang Qingyu and Tang Yuan's late brother Tang Xiao, is only four years old.

Tang Yuan loves Wu Jiwu, treats him as his own, and is never willing to let him suffer.

Although Tang Yong was young, he learned a lot of tricks from his mother. Xu Jia stumbled at his hands when he just got married in her previous life.

After all, the child's words could not be false. Whoever he said bullied him would definitely bully him, and no one would question him.

What's more, Tang Yuan was already partial to Tang Yong, how could he listen to Xu Jia's explanation?
"Yong'er, good boy, you go back to your room first, Second Uncle will come to accompany you in a while, okay?" Tang Yuan said, stroking Tang Yong's little head.

The soft light in his eyes seemed to be Tang Yong's real father.

After Tang Xiao's death, Jiang Qingyu went to Waizhuang thinking that her husband kept the festival, and Tang Yong stayed by Tang Yuan's side all the time.

It was only later in Xu Jia's last life that she found out that Jiang Qingyu went to Wai Zhuang firstly to lighten the world's impression of her so as to prepare for her future marriage to Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan's obsession with Jiang Qingyu was a crazy obsession. It seemed that as long as it was Jiang Qingyu's child, no matter whose child he was, Tang Yuan would gladly accept it.

As soon as Tang Yong was sent back to the room, the concierge came to report that the old lady of the Xu family had just disappeared.

"what?"

Tang Yuan thought he heard it wrong, so he asked twice.

After getting the correct answer, apart from shock, there was even a hint of surprise on his face.

He was worried that he couldn't find a reason to shirk his wedding night, but suddenly something happened to Xu's family at this time. It was a god-sent opportunity, and even God would help him.

Suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Tang Yuan ordered: "Don't spread the word beforehand, I have my own regulations."

After the concierge went out, Tang Yuan hurriedly explained to the guests, and went straight to the new house.

Xu Jia had just finished eating and was sitting in front of the dressing table taking off the hairpins and preparing to wash up and go to bed when he heard the sound of the door being opened.

(End of this chapter)