After Lan Lingqian married into the Rong Mansion, the smile on Rong Muling's face became a little brighter.
Sometimes when he passed by her, she could no longer avoid him. Instead, she would nod towards him and occasionally ask a few questions.
The original owner would always be particularly happy because of his one or two words, and sometimes she even thought that if he would come and say one or two more words to her every day, it would be a kind of satisfaction for her.
In Rong Mansion, Rong Muling could give 99% of his love to Lan Lingqian, as long as he left 1% for her.
Unfortunately, the fact is... she doesn't even have one percent.
Lan Lingqian became pregnant in the second month after marrying Rong Muling. Rong Muling was overjoyed and held a hundred tables banquet to welcome the first child in his life.
At that moment, the original owner was sitting on a high seat, drinking cup after cup of her favorite peach blossom drink. Cold tears fell uncontrollably, soaking the red makeup on her face.
Seeing Rong Muling whispering these words to Lan Lingqian tenderly, sometimes touching her belly, sometimes gently brushing the hair on her forehead with his slender fingertips, his eyes were full of doting.
The original owner was envious, but couldn't do anything.
She is an outsider, an outsider who has never entered Rong Muling's life.
Once upon a time, she also thought about leaving like this. Leave Rong Mansion and go to a deserted mountain to plant a mountain full of peach blossoms. Occasionally make a little wine and drink a cup of peach blossoms to get drunk.
But... she still didn't want to leave Rong Muling's side.
Even if she just looked at him from a distance, even his sweet words and affection did not belong to her. She was also willing to stay by his side, guarding a pot of peach blossoms in the spare room, and she was happy with it.
Unfortunately, the more you take a step back in this world, the more others take a step forward.
Even if you just look at each other from a distance and never come close, the person who cares will still not let you go.
In their eyes, you are just a cannon fodder and a pawn.
When Lan Lingqian was three months pregnant, a fire broke out in Rong Mansion for no apparent reason, and an entire pear tree was destroyed.
The servants all discussed that the fire might be related to the original owner, because they saw the original owner going to the pear garden alone that night.
Rong Muling was a little angry. After all, it was Lan Lingqian's favorite pear flower. Now that it was burned to pieces, he was naturally unhappy.
Then, he ordered in the mansion that no other pots and bouquets of flowers should appear in the mansion until the pear garden was re-established.
The lonely pot of peach blossoms that originally belonged to the original owner was just taken away by the servants.
At that time, the aunt in the house told her that since she decided not to fight for anything, just a pot of peach blossoms, forget it!
The aunt looked at her with tears in her eyes and felt sorry for her from the bottom of her heart.
Finally, with trembling hands, the original owner handed over the pot of peach blossoms that had been planted for three years.
With a bang, the housekeeper smashed it to pieces outside the door.
Some pain can pass through layers of blood directly to the atrium. But she didn't know that the real pain was yet to come.
When Lan Lingqian was six months pregnant, when Rong Muling was on business elsewhere, he called the original owner to her room.
That was originally Rong Muling's room, the largest room in the entire Rong Mansion. The air is filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, and the surroundings are brightly lit.
Lan Lingqian sat on the soft couch, looked at her with a smile, called her sister, and invited her to drink tea.
There are traces of Rong Muling's presence in many places in the room, including the pen and ink on the desk and the clothes hanging on the door curtain.
Looking at these scenes, she felt like her breathing was stagnant. She lowered her head and drank the tea in her hand. (To be continued)