20demayo Chapter 12: Infuriating Lu Lingxiao
Chapter 12: Infuriating Lu Lingxiao
Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Infuriating Lu LingxiaoWhat is this mess?
How did he end up as a pauper?
Can you even talk properly?
Lu Lingxiao coldly glared at the servant: "Who stopped it?"
The servant replied sheepishly, "The Eldest Young Madam."
For years, Lu Lingxiao had been stationed in Beiliang at the border and hadn't concerned himself with the household's affairs upon his return. He had naturally assumed that the household finances were still managed by his grandmother or mother.
Of course, if Meng Qianqian managed them, that wouldn't necessarily be wrong either. After all, his grandmother was advanced in age, and his mother was not suited to labor. As the grandson's wife and son's wife, Meng Qianqian sharing some responsibilities was only fitting.
Haitang Courtyard.
Meng Qianqian was reading a storybook as Ban Xia listlessly entered through the curtain: "Miss, the master has come."
Disappointment never erupts suddenly; it accumulates through one incident after another.
When Ban Xia saw the master again, she no longer felt the same excitement as before.
Lu Lingxiao didn't bother with the servant. As soon as he entered the room, a wave of warmth washed over him.
Outside, the winter chill was biting, but inside, it was as warm as springtime. Even the old madam's quarters weren't this cozy.
"Grandmother only uses two braziers, yet you have three. At such a young age, are you really so prone to the cold?"
He sneered and prepared to sit down, only to find all the chairs near Meng Qianqian piled with things.
He glanced toward Ban Xia.
Ban Xia turned her head away and left.
Frowning, he had no choice but to sit on an uncomfortable stool.
Meng Qianqian ignored him and continued reading her book.
Lu Lingxiao glanced at her, suppressing his annoyance, and said to her, "I know you're angry with me, but it's already been a night. Surely the anger should have subsided by now."
Meng Qianqian, her focus disrupted, showed a brief flash of cold irritation between her brows.
She placed a bookmark in her book and closed it.
"What do you mean by 'a night has passed, so the anger should have subsided'? In my husband's eyes, anything that has happened only requires me to play deaf and dumb, resolve it internally, and let it all go without addressing it—is that right?"
Lu Lingxiao didn't want to argue with a young girl: "Yesterday's incident was an oversight on my part."
Meng Qianqian replied lightly, "How perfunctory."
Lu Lingxiao seemed to have been stung, suddenly standing upright: "Meng Clan's daughter! You take advantage of the situation and refuse to let go! It was an accident—I never expected you would come looking for me. Couldn't you just find a place to wait out the rain? I'm a grown man, do I need a woman to worry about me?"
Meng Qianqian laughed.
How does he have the audacity to say such things?
Neither his secret mistress nor his reckless act of leaving her in the carriage, exposed to the wind and rain, were acknowledged by him—not a single word!
If she had truly found shelter from the rain.
Wouldn't he say, "Weren't you supposed to wait in the carriage? Who asked you to go to the fabric shop? Made me waste time
Meng Qianqian replied, "No matter."
A man divorcing his wife requires one of the Seven Grounds for Divorce. A divorced woman also has the Three Protections against being sent away.
These include having no natal family to return to, having mourned for the husband's relatives for three years, or having been married during a time of poverty and entering wealth thereafter.
She had fulfilled the mourning period for both Lu Lingxiao and his grandfather. If Lu Lingxiao wanted to divorce her, it would never happen!
Still, Nanny Li's concerns were valid.
She did need to start planning ahead.
"Nanny, bring me all of the account books from the past few years. Let's calculate how much of my dowry remains."