The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity-Chapter 590 - 557: Exposure (First Update)

In Tang Yuan’s view, the little nephew was overly agitated from last night’s shock, hearing alarms at the slightest noise. He turned his head, gently wiping the tear stains from the child’s eyes with his fingertips, "Don’t be afraid, it’s your mother who has come."

As for the terror and fear in Tang Yong’s eyes, he automatically understood it as not yet recovering from the fright.

Letting Tang Yong sit on the embroidery stool, Tang Yuan got up and walked out.

Jiang Qingyu’s burned left arm was bandaged, which not only didn’t detract from her appearance, but added a certain frail beauty of sickness.

Tang Yuan bowed respectfully, "Sister-in-law."

Jiang Qingyu’s gaze fell on his handsome face, and only after a long while did she speak, "Is Yongyong with you?"

"Yes." Tang Yuan said truthfully: "He was shocked last night; I’ve already sent for a doctor."

"Let me take him back." Jiang Qingyu said, "Such a young child cannot be without his mother by his side."

Tang Yuan disagreed, "He is not in the right state. Usually, he is closer to me, and for now, it is better for him to stay with me."

This statement angered Jiang Qingyu, "Are you implying that my own son is not close to me?"

"Sister-in-law..."

"Tang Yuan, for whose sake did I leave my son and go to the outer estate, if not for you, isn’t it clear?"

Her voice rose higher, as if to draw everyone outside over.

Tang Yuan was so shocked that he turned pale and couldn’t care about anything else. He grabbed her unharmed arm and pulled her into the study, then closed the door with a "bang". Just as he turned around, he was embraced by Jiang Qingyu, her red lips drawing closer.

Tang Yuan’s back was pressed against the door, his breath halted, and he spoke almost through clenched teeth, "Sister-in-law, this is the Tang Mansion!"

Implicitly warning.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyu not only did not let go, but hugged tighter, "What, are you scared?"

All these years, Tang Yuan had never been this close to her, the veins on his forehead pulsed twice, "I said, this is the Tang Mansion, sister-in-law, please respect yourself!"

The last two words were bitten out with emphasis.

"Respect myself?" Jiang Qingyu suddenly laughed out loud, "Who are you telling to respect themselves? Who was it that first provoked whom? The Second Master hasn’t forgotten, has he?"

Tang Yuan pursed his lips, evidently at a loss for words.

Jiang Qingyu released him, steadied her injured arm, and the pain made her face look even paler.

She sat in front of the writing desk, and Tang Yong scrambled under the nearby table.

Tang Yuan, disturbed by his sister-in-law’s actions today, did not notice this scene and simply frowned, looking at Jiang Qingyu. She held the cup he had just drunk from and sipped lightly.

Knowing that she would not let it go today, Tang Yuan could only soften his voice, "Give me another six months, at most six months, and I will surely make you my rightful wife."

"Six months is too long, I can’t wait."

Jiang Qingyu lowered her eyes, "Just the first day back, she can’t tolerate me, nearly burned me to death in a fire. Had you not arrived in time, now you would be speaking to my ashes. I have only one life; in six months, how many times would you have me die?"

"Wh-what?" Tang Yuan was terrified, "How could the fire last night have been set by the Second Madam?"

Jiang Qingyu smirked coldly, "Do you trust her so much?"

"I..."

Jiang Qingyu pointed to Tang Yong under the table, "When I entrusted my son to you, how did you promise me? Now, with the new bride just a few days in the door, you dare to turn my son over to her. Yongyong is only four years old, look how frightened he’s become! If told to go east, he doesn’t dare go west—told to set a fire, he sets a fire, and then they poison him mute, afraid of anyone knowing that yesterday’s incident was all her doing. Tang Yuan, in good conscience, have you ever done right by me?"

"Qingyu..." Tang Yuan shouted her name, his face twisted in conflict, "Is there some kind of misunderstanding? The Second Madam, she’s not that kind of person."

Jiang Qingyu laughed even more coldly, "Second Madam here, Second Madam there—is she even your Second Madam? Then what am I?"

Tang Yuan remembered the incident at the Song Mansion, lowering his voice, "Qingyu, don’t speak about these matters in front of the children. He may not be able to speak, but that doesn’t mean he can’t listen."

Jiang Qingyu lifted her sleeve, slowly unbinding the not-too-tight gauze, revealing the burn scars for him to see, "Your new wife truly has a heart as shrewd as jade. It wasn’t enough to torment me by day; by night, she had to put her vile schemes into play. Your mother-in-law already doesn’t like me; I’m afraid even if I had died in that fire last night, she wouldn’t have cared in the slightest, might even have found ways to cover for the Xu Family. Tang Yuan, if you have any conscience at all, you should at least give me an explanation for Yongyong’s sake."

Tang Yuan fell silent, thinking about how he had eavesdropped at Jiang Qingyu’s door the day before; indeed, the Xu Family had lied to deceive Qingyu. And at night, speaking of consummating the marriage, his wife had just sat at the writing desk, waiting as if expecting something.

Recalling what Xu Family said on the carriage returning from Song Mansion, she clearly knew his relationship with Qingyu from the beginning.

Then, those words yesterday were meant to provoke Qingyu, and staying up at night, what she waited for was precisely that fire, wasn’t it?

Almost instantly, Tang Yuan’s face turned to an extreme shade of unpleasantness.

Finding out he had wrongly accused the person in front of him, he took a few steps forward and his voice softened, "Qingyu, I have wronged you."

Jiang Qingyu didn’t look at him, feeling sad and guilty, "This sentence, I should be the one to say it. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have told you back then that I was forced by him to... If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have been so worried about me, and now facing such a dilemma."

Tang Yuan was filled with guilt upon hearing this, "Being good to you is my willingness, it has nothing to do with others. If you continue saying this, it’s like stabbing me in the heart with a knife."

"Second Master." Jiang Qingyu lifted her tearful eyes, "I just want to get rid of my status and be with you openly. Whether or not there is a title, I don’t demand it, but why is it so difficult?"

"Don’t cry, let me think of a way again."

...

At Zilan Courtyard, Xu Jia sat on the large kang bed by the window upon her return, pondering over Jiang Qingyu’s purpose of making her own son mute. Just as she had some thoughts, Mo Xiang entered through the curtain and said, "Miss, the First Madam has gone to the Second Master’s study."

Xu Jia raised an eyebrow, "Did you see clearly?"

Mo Xiang affirmed, "I saw her go in with my own eyes."

Xu Jia laughed lightly for a moment, got off the kang, put on her shoes, and stood up, "Follow me to the Main Courtyard."

Mo Xiang was puzzled, "Why go to the Main Courtyard?"

Xu Jia didn’t explain, she was already out the door.

Mo Xiang could only quickly catch up.

Mrs. Qiao was still simmering with anger over last night’s incident, not because she felt sorry for the loss, but because she believed Jiang Qingyu, this shameless woman, was also a bearer of bad luck. When she wasn’t around, nothing happened at Ruyi Courtyard, but once she returned, chaos ensued. Mrs. Qiao would never believe the fire was a coincidence. However, without evidence, she could only swallow her own bitter defeat and accept the loss silently.

At this moment, her accompanying maid came and reported, the Second Madam requests to see her.

Mrs. Qiao’s grim expression eased somewhat, and she asked her to come in.

Xu Jia stood in the hall, curtsied.

Mrs. Qiao asked her, "I hear you went to the Song Mansion today, what was the result?"

Xu Jia replied truthfully, "Mr. Song said, regarding the mechanical beast issue, he will try to mediate on behalf of the friendship between our two families to protect the Tang Family, but..."

"But what?" Mrs. Qiao’s heart, which had just settled down, was up in the air again.

"Young Master Yong has lost his voice due to last night’s fire, he cannot speak anymore."

"What!" Mrs. Qiao’s eyes widened to the extreme, almost as if they might roll out if they widened any further.

Xu Jia said, "The Second Master and I only found out after arriving at the Song Mansion. Young Master Yong is currently in the Second Master’s study, and a doctor has already been sent for."

Mrs. Qiao couldn’t care less about anything else, her expression urgent, "Hurry up, stop standing here, let’s go to the study."

Xu Jia curtsied again, "Mother, please go first."

Mrs. Qiao hurriedly and impatiently walked faster than anyone else.

Tang Xiao died young, leaving only this single heir, who has been Mrs. Qiao’s beloved since childhood, pampered and cherished. Now he’s mute, it’s akin to gouging out Mrs. Qiao’s heart.

Because she was too anxious, the young servant outside Tang Yuan’s study who wanted to announce her was stopped by Mrs. Qiao. She stormed straight inside, ready to push the door, then heard voices speaking inside.

"Qingyu, I have wronged you."

"This sentence, I should be the one to say it. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have told you back then that I was forced by him to... If it weren’t for that, you wouldn’t have been so worried about me, and now facing such a dilemma."

"Being good to you is my willingness, it has nothing to do with others. If you continue saying this, it’s like stabbing me in the heart with a knife."

"Second Master, I just want to get rid of my status and be with you openly. Whether or not there is a title, I don’t demand it, but why is it so difficult?"

"Don’t cry, let me think of a way again."

...

The more Mrs. Qiao listened, the worse her complexion became, the fiery anger threatened to consume her whole being.

Unable to listen any longer, Mrs. Qiao abandoned the dignity and composure of the head mother, lifted her foot and "bang" kicked open the door heavily.