The General's Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 162: Only One Could Exist

Chapter 162: Only One Could Exist

Translator: Vesper

After Ning Meng Yao took a few steps out, she turned her head and looked at Yang Cui. The corner of her mouth curved to an evil smile: “Yang Cui, my house is small, I can’t accommodate someone as respectable as you. Why don’t you just go back to wherever you come from? I still have a lot of things to do, so I’ll not see you off. Qing Xue, will you send our guest out?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Qing Xue walked to Yang Cui. With a decent smile on her face, she said: “May this concubine follow me.”

Yang Cui’s breathing was heavy, and finally left angrily.

The little servant girl standing next to Yang Cui saw her angry face, and naturally knew that she had said something wrong. She quickly followed behind her.

After Yang Cui left, Qing Xue snorted: “Who does she think she is. She really thought she was a phoenix flying on the branches.”

“That’s enough. That’s their business and it has nothing to do with us.” Seeing how Qing Xue reacted, Grandmother Qin frowned.

Yang Cui’s ending was already doomed by this time. Young master was still the best.

Qing Xue twitched her mouth and went into the house to help.

After Yang Cui returned home, she looked at the servant girl behind her. She raised her hand and slapped her face. She looked at her gloomily. “If you don’t know how to talk, then shut up.”

She wasn’t a concubine, she was the second lady of an official’s son. How could a wife be compared to a concubine?

The little servant girl looked down, her eyes were full of disdain. The first wife hadn’t even approve Yang Cui as the second wife. If she knew that Yang Cui was claiming herself as the second wife, she would surely teach her a lesson.

Yang Cui’s family wasn’t really special anyway, yet she wanted to be the second wife. It was simply a foolish dream.

Yang Cui looked at the little servant girl’s sly look with a gloomy face, and asked coldly: “What is the meaning of that expression of yours?”

The little servant girl looked at Yang Cui with an innocent look: “Mistress. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t think that just because you were sent here doesn’t mean I wouldn’t dare to treat you badly.” Yang Cui warned angrily.

The little servant girl was sent by the first wife. She said it was to serve her, but in actual fact, it was to monitor her, so Yang Cui didn’t like this girl at all. She would scold and beat her all day.

Hatred flashed in the servant’s eyes. She wanted to see how long this woman would continue to remain arrogant.

Madame Chen saw her daughter’s angry expression, she frowned. “What happened to you?”

“Mother, don’t bother. I’ll not let Ning Meng Yao live a simple life, I’ll make her regret for provoking me.” Yang Cui muttered between teeth.

She couldn’t help but think of Ning Meng Yao’s disdainful gaze on her.

Ning Meng Yao was just a merchant and the man she was marrying was just a hunter. Who did she think she was to look at her that way?

“My dear child, the most important thing for you now is to have a child. If you have a baby boy, your husband will respect you more.” Madame Chen understood her daughter’s hatred towards Ning Meng Yao, but it wasn’t the time to say that now.

Now that the first wife was pregnant, it was the best chance for her daughter. As long as she grasped her son-in-law’s heart firmly, everything would be fine.

“Mother, I know what to do.” Yang Cui nodded, she understood what Madame Chen meant.

Although she wanted the child, at the same time, she wanted to deal with Ning Meng Yao. As to how to do so, she would have to think about it. In short, she and Ning Meng Yao, only one could exist.

However, Yang Cui didn’t know that it was because of that which would lead to her demise in the end, and even caused trouble to her husband’s family.

In the kitchen, Qiao Tian Chang watched Ning Meng Yao making desserts. Every time he sees her cooking, he felt a sense of enjoyment.

“Why don’t you teach me?”

“Sure.” Ning Meng Yao nodded, with a smile.

As long as he had time, he would stand by her side and ask her to teach him how to cook or make desserts.

Although Qiao Tian Chang cooking skills weren’t comparable to other head chefs, he was much better than other men now.

“It’s delicious.” Qiao Tian Chang grabbed a bite and said in satisfaction.

“When the osmanthus in the yard bloom, I’ll make some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for you.” Ning Meng Yao was very happy to see Qiao Tian Chang satisfied with the food she made.

“Sure.”

Grandmother Qin stood outside and listened to their conversation. She couldn’t help but smile. The two of them were really sweet.