Rongchuan turned and left, thinking to himself, the eldest grandson of the Dong family is not as good as Mingteng. Although Mingteng is naughty, Mingteng has a very high emotional intelligence!
Dong Liao didn't dare to chase after him and yell. Zhang Rongchuan was not only Tong's adopted husband, but also half of Zhou's son who grew up in the family. He felt a little scared and worried that Zhang Rongchuan would complain.
Zhulan closed her eyes, knowing that the two people not far away had left. She knew that Dong Lin was embarrassed, so it was better not to open her eyes. She thought to herself that Dong Lin and his wife were good, but they were not good at educating their children.
Dong Lin's face flushed red. She was over fifty years old and had completely lost face. Dong Lin was angry again. She knew the character of the Zhou family. The more she knew, the more she knew that the Zhou family did not treat Zhang Rongchuan as a child husband but as a son, and his food, clothing and other necessities were the same as Chang Lian.
Dong Lin felt a little dizzy and angry. She had originally thought of waiting for a few days before leaving, but now she felt that it would be better to leave early. Otherwise, not only would her daughter be embarrassed, but the relationship between the two families would also be damaged.
Dong Lin stood up and said, "We spoiled Dong Liao. I apologize on his behalf."
Zhulan quickly opened her eyes and stood up, supporting Dong Lin, "Mother-in-law, why should you apologize? It's normal for children to fight and quarrel, and you shouldn't take it to heart."
Zhulan was actually angry in her heart. Rongchuan was ridiculed in the academy. Even though Rongchuan didn't say anything, he still stopped Mingyun and others from saying it. She knew all this. She was very happy about Rongchuan's magnanimity, but also felt sorry for the child. Fortunately, not many people dared to ridicule Rongchuan.
Her silence did not mean that she did not care. All she could do was to quietly change Rongchuan's writing brush, inkstone, etc. She even picked the best accessories for Rongchuan. She did not say it, but used practical actions to tell everyone that this was also the son of the Zhou family.
Her approach was very effective. Except for some people who were particularly arrogant, no one else dared to make fun of her anymore.
What she heard with her own ears today was really harsh, but she couldn't preach. Although she couldn't preach, she could retreat and advance. Dong Lin would educate her, and she didn't need to make things difficult for Dong.
How could Dong Lin not take it to heart? She had heard her daughter talk about Yang's power many times. Yang was a woman from a peasant family, and no one in Jinzhou, which was full of aristocratic families, would offend her. Yang was too cunning, and she couldn't guess what Yang was thinking.
Seeing Yang smiling, Dong Lin felt particularly nervous, "Mother-in-law, I'm going home first."
"Okay, mother-in-law, please don't talk about the child. The child is still young."
Dong Lin paused for a moment. Rongchuan was still talking about the past, but Dong Liao was already a father now. He broke out in a cold sweat on his back and walked away quickly.
Zhulan sat down again and said to Mrs. Song, "Why didn't Rongchuan go to the academy today?"
Mrs. Song knew the mansion well, and lowered her head and said, "The young master asked for leave and went to the library to get a copy of calligraphy."
Zhulan smiled and said, "I remember there is a new copybook in the master's study. Forget it, I'll just go get it myself."
Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Yes."
The mistress will definitely send it over with great fanfare to put pressure on her.
Zhulan seldom entered Zhou Shuren's study, but she was familiar with Zhou Shuren's bookshelf and quickly found the newly acquired copybook, which Zhou Shuren had obtained from Lord Wang!
Changzhi has been thinking about this calligraphy for a long time, but it's a pity that Zhou Shuren treasures it very much.
Zhulan took the copy of calligraphy and left the study. Mrs. Song lowered her head and sighed in her heart, thinking that the mistress was just taking it casually.
In the third room, Dong Lin returned with a pale face. She was making small clothes for the unborn child. When she saw that her mother looked unhappy, she quickly put down the clothes and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
He was fine when he went out just now.
Dong Lin sat down on the chair and took a breath. She didn't plan to tell her daughter, lest she worry about her. She regretted coming here. If she hadn't come, there wouldn't be so much trouble. These few days, her daughter was only worried about her. "It's okay, maybe your body hasn't recovered yet. Are you making clothes?"
Mrs. Dong didn't believe what her mother said. She thought to herself that her mother-in-law shouldn't make things difficult for her mother. It could only be Dong Liao. She got angry when she thought of Dong Liao. Dong Liao didn't come home yesterday, and her husband didn't say anything. She knew that her husband was unhappy. Fortunately, her husband took her pregnancy into consideration and didn't mention Dong Liao's request. "Well, I thought I'd make a few more while I'm still light."
Dong Lin touched the material. It was the best material, but she was still shocked. After just two days of contact, she could see that the Zhou family had a strong financial background in all aspects. It had only been a few years, but Yang really had a pair of hands that could grab money. When she thought of this, her face turned bad again.
Zhulan had already arrived at Rongchuan's yard. Rongchuan was writing in the yard. When Zhulan walked in, the child didn't notice her as he was concentrating. Zhulan signaled Xia Mo not to make a sound and walked over carefully to stand aside and watch.
People outside say that Mr. Zhang from the Zhou family has good handwriting, but they don't know how much hard work Rongchuan has put in. Every time Zhou Shuren talks about Rongchuan, he is fond of him. This child's tenacity makes people feel distressed and admired.