Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 87: The Great House Guy_1

Zhulan’s family, Zhulan had no idea Wang Ru’s guts were turning green with regret. She was attending to the postpartum recovery, marveling at the miracle of life. The baby in confinement changed rapidly; just born wrinkly and within a few days, had filled out, his features more distinct. The boy resembled Zhao’s family by seventy percent, and every time Zhulan watched her grandson, she reminded Zhou Shuren to be more ambitious, as ancient times posed dangers not just for women, but for men too.

Life sped up with a child in the house, and before they knew it, it was the end of December, the coldest month of the year; in the mornings, Zhulan hardly wanted to leave her cozy bed.

In the winter days, Zhulan became increasingly lazy, finding it difficult to part with the warmth of her bed each morning.

"Mother, father’s back."

Zhulan sat up abruptly, hurriedly slipping on her cotton-padded jacket without getting her shoes on properly she ran out, pushed open the door and saw Zhou Shuren just alighting from the carriage. Her eyes reddened instantly, as if a heart that had flown out had returned, exceptionally steady, "You’re back."

Zhou Shuren quickly stepped forward, his body reacting faster than his brain, and he embraced Zhulan tightly, "I’m back."

At that moment, the wandering heart found its place. It was wonderful to be home, to have someone to care for; it was wonderful not to be alone in an unfamiliar time and space.

Zhulan’s face turned red; Zhou Shuren’s hug was too tight, "Are you trying to squeeze the life out of me?"

Zhou Shuren let go with a light laugh, realizing her nerves were exceptionally sturdy. He turned to his sons and ordered, "Bring the boxes from the carriage into the hall."

Zhulan’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the packed boxes behind the carriage; this was the rhythm of striking it rich!

Lady Li approached, "Father, where’s my dad?"

Zhou Shuren replied, "Your dad went home first."

Lady Li wanted to visit her maternal home, remembering what her grandmother said about the division of property. She eyed the unloaded boxes, guessing the eunuch must have bought many valuable items that should not benefit her second brother’s family, "Mother, I’ll help."

Zhulan waved her hand, the petty calculations of Lady Li all too apparent, "Go ahead!"

Once the boxes were moved into the main hall, Zhulan’s eldest nephew, Wu Chun, left along with the Armed Escort Agency’s carriage. Zheng’s wife entered the courtyard, eyes fixed on the main hall, completely ignoring Zhou Shuren, "Sister-in-law, did your family also come into wealth?"

Zhulan, unflustered by the onlookers, lied smoothly, "My father was looking for the head of the household. He came back early this morning with my eldest nephew. What wealth? These are the New Year’s goods my nephew arranged for his escort trips, an early New Year’s gift for my family."

Zheng’s wife frowned with suspicion that Zhao’s wife didn’t speak the truth, but since the Zhou family seldom went out in winter, it was hard for her to gather information. Putting on a brave face, she asked, "What nice things did you get? Let us broaden our horizons, too."

Zhulan, unlike the original host, was not one to lose face; she sneered, "I’m afraid my sister-in-law would get envious. For the sake of your eyes, better not look. Alright, no need for sightseeing in such cold weather. Chang Lian, hurry and close the door."

Zheng’s wife was furious; wasn’t this a sneaky way to insult her shallowness? With a bang, the large door closed, and her face turned green with anger.

Behind the closed doors, the sightseers dispersed, and no one noticed that Zhou Shuren had been missing for nearly three months. Zhulan claimed Zhou Shuren had gone to the Yang family, and no one doubted her, thanks to Zhou Shuren’s notoriously hermetic nature, seldom venturing out even to work the fields, especially during winter, practically never stepping outside the main door or beyond the second gate.

Zhulan’s entire family, except for Rongchuan and Zhao’s wife, gathered in the main hall, where four boxes were placed in the center.

After Zhou Shuren had a drink of hot water to recover, he took out the keys and instructed his third son to open the boxes. Zhou Changlian was brimming with curiosity. Once he unlocked the boxes, he was dumbfounded, stammering, "Father, what did you do? How much silver coin did this cost?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm