Reborn as a Landlord-Chapter 800 - 408 Relative_1
At the second watch, she asked for pink rouge.
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Everyone was standing nearby, and when they heard the little maid speak like that, they all looked over to the group. Lian Huahua also smiled and looked over, but after only a glance, the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.
Song Hailong was in the midst of the crowd, about to mount his horse, but a middle-aged man with strange attire grabbed the hem of his garment. The man’s dark purple complexion and his hands, with knotty joints protruding, betrayed his identity as a manual laborer. Yet, he wore a piece of sunflower-colored brocade that was almost brand new. However, the brocade clearly didn’t fit him well, being too thin and too short, revealing the oil-stained, coarse cloth pants of Yingzi’s father underneath.
Moreover, the brocade was a bit too showy, and looked awkward and out of place on this man.
At this moment, Lian Manman recognized the man.
"Isn’t that Yingzi’s father?" Lian Manman whispered to Lian Zhizhi and Zhang Caiyun beside her.
Lian Zhizhi nodded lightly.
"Who, who is Yingzi?" Zhang Caiyun had no knowledge of Yingzi’s story, so she voiced her question.
Eldest Lady Huai smiled at Lian Huahua, then turned and got into the sedan chair, followed by the wife of Scholar Wang. Unless going on a long journey, they preferred to ride in sedan chairs rather than carriages.
Most of the guests had already come out, some had gotten into their carriages, and others were waiting for their own carriages. Since the Third Master of Shen Family had taken the lead in taking his leave, the others followed suit. Song Hailong, on his way here, had originally planned to leave last, but he hadn’t known then that the Third Master of Shen Family would also be present.
Now, since the Third Master of Shen Family was leaving, Song Hailong naturally put everything else out of his mind. He intended to accompany the Third Master of Shen Family. It would be even better if he could persuade him to stay in the county seat for a day.
But just as he stepped out of the gate and was about to get on his horse, he was blocked by a crazed old man.
Yingzi’s father was just over forty, hardly an old man. But the tenant farmers, due to hard work and exposure to the blazing sun, aged prematurely, so in Song Hailong’s eyes, Yingzi’s father was an old man.
"Son-in-law, son-in-law, you’re home, why don’t you visit us? Yingzi is doing quite well, her mother misses her." Yingzi’s father clung to Song Hailong’s garment, rambling on.
"What’s with this madman, drag him away from me," Song Hailong commanded, frowning deeply.
Someone nearby came over to pull Yingzi’s father away.
Yingzi’s father became anxious. He clutched one hand on Song Hailong’s garment without letting go and lifted the brocade with his other hand.
"Son-in-law, son-in-law, look, this is your clothing, given to me by Yingzi to wear. I must say, our sizes are nearly the same, this garment of yours, it fits me quite well," Yingzi’s father said, grinning.
Some people nearby couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Song Hailong was both embarrassed and angry. It was nothing more than sleeping with a maiden who had thrown herself at him, where sweet nothings were inevitably spoken, and he had given that girl a little favor.
This wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing, and those other maidens had always been discreet, knowing what to say and what not to say.
But this old man, pushing himself so forward, was making him a laughingstock in front of all these people, especially since the Third Master of Shen Family was sitting in a carriage just ahead.
Indeed, wild pleasures, though fresh, often come with troubles, especially when encountering someone so lacking in tact. After he got back, he would have to quickly get rid of that girl.
With a hardened heart, Song Hailong kicked out fiercely, knocking Yingzi’s father to the ground. However, his own garment was also torn in the process.
"What are you, presuming to claim me as your son-in-law, you ignorant old fool," Song Hailong cursed angrily, and seeing that the carriages in front had already moved some distance away, he immediately spurred his horse to chase after them.
Song Hailong did not wait for Lian Huahua. The Song Family’s carriage and servants would take good care of her, and she would catch up from behind shortly. Right now, his priority was to stay close to the Third Master of Shen Family.
"It’s that old lunatic, he seems more deranged than ever," Lian Huahua giggled, raising her voice.
How could an old madman acquire such a gorgeous brocade? Besides, the things he said made sense. At this moment, everyone nearby knew that the man being recognized as a ’son-in-law’ was Lian Huahua’s husband, and thus the looks directed at Lian Huahua were filled with innuendo.
