The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 709 - 671: Little In-Law Mother (Second Update)

Chapter 709: Chapter 671: Little In-Law Mother (Second Update)

The person being pointed at had a frozen expression, "What does this have to do with me?"

The woman’s gaze grew cold, "Useless waste, even being a plant you show your tail to be stepped on. If you don’t want to come with me to see the authorities, get lost while you can!"

Her aura was so overbearing and frightening that the few instigators saw this and backed away several steps, their faces turned pale, and they dared not speak anymore, then quickly turned around and ran.

The little beggar saw his accomplices abandon him, feeling even more frightened, wishing he could just pass out on the spot.

He only wanted to find some unlucky fool to pickpocket for some silver, never expecting to come across such a fearsome female deity.

"Auntie, Auntie, spare my life!" The little beggar desperately pleaded for mercy, looking scared and wronged, having lost all semblance of a thief.

The woman grabbed him by the collar with one hand, tugging on his ear with the other, "Didn’t you just say earlier that you had a seriously ill mother at home?"

"No, no, that was all made up by me." Cold sweat poured down the little beggar’s forehead, not daring to hide anything, he confessed everything, saying he had been hanging around this street for a long time, and those people in the crowd earlier were plants, the first to jeer were in league together, just to have a backup plan. If they could get money directly, great, if not, they could provoke some commotion to extract some as well.

The woman had an expression of "just as I thought," releasing her grip, causing the little beggar to fall unexpectedly to the ground, not daring to get up, continuously calling "Auntie."

The woman looked down at him, "Dare to do it again in the future?"

"I don’t dare, Auntie, I dare not again..." the little beggar cried as he spoke, purely out of fear.

"Scram!"

After the little beggar left with a dirt-covered face, Wen Wan and Song Jiao hadn’t yet recovered from the previous scene, both stood there dumbfounded, without any reaction.

The woman had mostly retracted her previously domineering aura, smiling at Wen Wan, "Are you alright?"

Her voice wasn’t too harsh, but neither was it gentle; it was slightly magnetic, with an indescribable and pleasant neutrality.

Wen Wan shook her head and said, "No, no, I’m fine, thanks to Madam for stepping in to save me just now."

"It’s nothing worth mentioning, but in the future, be extremely careful when you go out, there are many petty thieves like this. It’s not every time that I can step in to save you in time."

Upon hearing this, Wen Wan smiled awkwardly.

It turned out that the woman was none other than Mrs. Yu, the second wife of the Ye Family, who had just been engaged to the Song family.

Although the two families had become in-laws, Wen Wan had never met her prospective mother-in-law, thus until now, she didn’t know who the other party was.

Of course, Mrs. Yu didn’t recognize Wen Wan either.

Wen Wan was not an ungrateful person; since the woman had just saved her, she couldn’t just let her leave like that, "There’s a teahouse up ahead. If Madam doesn’t mind, shall we go there to have some tea and listen to opera as a token of my gratitude for your timely intervention?"

Mrs. Yu thought for a bit, seeing that she had nothing urgent to attend to, nodded, and followed Wen Wan and Song Jiao to the teahouse.

The three of them sat in the main hall, and soon a waiter approached with a smile, asking what kind of tea the guests would like.

Wen Wan first looked at Mrs. Yu, "What tea does Madam like?"

"Anything is fine for me." She was just a plain person, used to drinking large bowls of wine and eating substantial amounts in the military camp. She couldn’t appreciate slowly sipping from a cup as big as a cow’s eyeball.

So Wen Wan ordered a pot of Yuhua Tea and a few small pastries.

On stage, "Fourth Son Visits His Mother" was being performed, and Song Jiao’s attention was completely drawn in.

Wen Wan wasn’t very fond of this opera, so she didn’t watch it. Seeing Mrs. Yu seemed uninterested, she brought up a topic, "My surname is Wen, how should I address Madam in the future?"

Upon hearing that her surname was Wen, Mrs. Yu squinted her eyes, then slowly said, "My surname is Yu, you can call me Sister Yu in the future. Calling me Madam all the time feels too distant."

Wen Wan smiled shyly, "Sister Yu."

Mrs. Yu’s brow softened.

At this moment, Song Jiao suddenly turned her head, looked at Wen Wan, and said, "Oh, Third Aunt, isn’t our in-law’s surname Yu? The matchmaker said so."

Wen Wan hadn’t thought of it before, but upon Song Jiao’s reminder, she immediately realized that Yuanbao’s future mother-in-law was indeed surnamed Yu.

Hearing the two’s conversation, the corners of Mrs. Yu’s lips curled upward, "Is it possible that you two are relatives of the Song family?"

Now, Song Jiao couldn’t even concentrate on the opera anymore, nodding eagerly, focusing her attention on Mrs. Yu, "Yes, yes, may I ask if you are Mrs. Ye from the Cloud General Mansion?"

Mrs. Yu smiled, which was taken as an acknowledgment.

"Oh my, turns out we really are family." Song Jiao was more excited than watching the opera, "My third aunt is your in-law!" She said, looking at Wen Wan. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Wen Wan quickly said, "So you’re my in-law, I apologize for any earlier missteps, and hope you’ll forgive me."

Mrs. Yu wasn’t concerned about such formalities, "I didn’t expect that with a casual help, I ended up helping my own family. So you are our Ah Yao’s future mother-in-law! You look so young!" Not only young but also beautiful.

Song Jiao explained, "Yuanbao isn’t my third aunt’s biological son, he lost his parents when he was young, so he was fostered under the third branch’s name. When my third aunt married in, Cousin Yuanbao was already eight years old, so they are only mother and son in name."

Mrs. Yu nodded in understanding, "I see."

Wen Wan was quite embarrassed, "If I had known you were my in-law earlier, I should have invited you to my home for a visit. Inviting you to a teahouse is really lacking in manners."

Mrs. Yu chuckled, raising her eyebrows slightly, "If it’s convenient for you, we can go to your house now. I have time."

Wen Wan had heard from the matchmaker before that her in-law Mrs. Yu was a legendary woman who had been on the battlefield and granted the title of General. Her hearty nature was apparent upon meeting her today as expected.

It’s less tiring to interact with people who have no ulterior motives.

They had only known each other for about an hour of an incense stick, and Wen Wan had already developed a fondness for her future mother-in-law.

Mrs. Yu felt the same, having been used to the ruggedness of the military camp, now seeing her petite and gentle future daughter-in-law who even resembled Ah Yao in some ways stirred a protective instinct in her.

After settling the bill, the three of them left the teahouse.

The embroidery workshop was not far away, and Wen Wan instructed Song Jiao to deliver the wedding dress there first.

When Song Jiao returned, Kankan had also driven the carriage over.

Wen Wan initially wanted to invite Mrs. Yu to ride the carriage with them, only to see that Mrs. Yu had somehow gotten hold of a tall black-maned horse.

Mrs. Yu stepped on the horse’s stirrup, performed a beautiful leap, and seated herself atop it. Noticing Wen Wan’s curious gaze, she smiled, "Little in-law, want to try what it’s like to ride a horse with me?"

Wen Wan replied awkwardly, "I’ve never ridden a horse before."

"No problem, I’ll take you, you can sit in front of me."

If it were anyone else, Wen Wan might not have been interested, but since it was Mrs. Yu extending the invitation, she felt a little eager. Perhaps it was her admiration for Mrs. Yu’s boldness and freedom that made her hardly hesitate before nodding and saying, "Okay."

Song Jiao had already boarded the carriage, and upon hearing this, she poked her head out, looking at her in shock, "Third Aunt, you’re really going?"

Wen Wan laughed while saying, "I always saw men riding horses before and never had anyone teach me. I just wanted to give it a try."

"But it’s so cold outside," Song Jiao murmured softly, genuinely worried that Wen Wan’s frail frame would freeze, leaving her with nothing to say to Third Uncle when they returned.

Although Third Uncle seldom spoke of it, he cherished Third Aunt deeply, pampering her so she wouldn’t exert herself even a little on outings. Imagining how he might react upon learning that Third Aunt went horse riding in the cold worried her even more.

However, before she realized it, Wen Wan was already lifted onto the horse by Mrs. Yu.

Lifted, indeed.

Wen Wan’s slender and light frame made it easy for the martial Mrs. Yu, who didn’t even need to dismount, to simply lean slightly and extend her long arms to lift her up, seating her securely in front.

The entire motion was fluid and seamless, leaving not just Song Jiao in the carriage dumbfounded, but even passersby outside gasping in astonishment.

Such a scene, if the person on horseback were a man, might have seemed somewhat rude or unromantic. Yet the one atop the horse was a woman, who displayed an arrogant and proud demeanor that matched any man.

Perhaps the vigorous charisma of the woman on horseback made Song Jiao find nothing amiss with Mrs. Yu’s action; instead, there was some aesthetic charm to it.

Wen Wan was also scared, her heart pounding madly. Initially, when lifted, she was worried to death, but in a blink of an eye, she found herself securely seated on the horseback, still a bit shaken, she turned to peer at Mrs. Yu.

Mrs. Yu smiled at her, "Little in-law, hold tight to the reins."