Volume 1, Chapter 50: As My Wife, You Don't Need to Plead to Anyone

Today, Siyan broke his usual routine and brought his little darling out.

"Siyan, where are we going?" Su Yu looked at the scenery outside the window, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Over the past few days, Siyan had been pent up and frustrated, his desires unfulfilled. He had begged his darling for days to help him out!

Yet his darling simply refused, only knowing how to hold and play with Fei Bao!

She paid him zero attention, and when her period came, she took advantage of her physical discomfort so he couldn't do anything to her!

And then she had set up some ridiculous rule—even though her period had ended days ago, he still wasn't allowed to touch her, or else it meant he didn't care about her!

He had to bring his darling out for a stroll, otherwise her heart would be entirely devoted to Fei Bao, and she wouldn't even acknowledge him!

The man stroked her head. The hair styling she had just had done this morning suited his darling perfectly.

"Darling, we're getting married soon, so I'm taking you to meet my mother!"

His mother—she had never heard him mention her before.

It seemed he rarely talked about his family affairs.

Since she was going to meet his family, Su Yu couldn't help feeling a bit nervous!

Siyan noticed her nervous little gestures and softly comforted her, "Don't worry, my mother will definitely like you. She won't do anything to you!"

After all, the person was already dead. What could a dead person do to the living?

Su Yu nodded, not dwelling on it too much. Soon, the car stopped in front of the old Si family estate.

It was a historic courtyard nearly a century old, possessing cultural depth yet exuding an aura of lifelessness.

The man got out of the car and was just about to pick Su Yu up when she refused. Who gets carried when they are going to meet their elders?

That was entirely improper!

Siyan held Su Yu's hand, his fingertips tightly intertwined with hers as he led her inside!

Inside the old estate, the Second Madam and Si Zhou had received word early on. Knowing they were coming, they waited in the living room in advance.

Seeing them arrive, the Second Madam's gaze immediately fell upon Su Yu, who was standing side by side with Siyan. Seeing the girl's delicate brows, gentle eyes, and graceful temperament, she couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

She truly looked like a beauty in the making. If the First Madam's spirit in heaven could see that Siyan had found such a girl, she could finally rest in peace.

"The Head of the Family has arrived. And this must be the Madam!"

"Come, sit down!" the Second Madam greeted them hospitably, while Si Zhou beside her quietly tried to minimize his presence.

He still had no idea how his eldest brother would deal with the smuggling incident, nor the matter of the gifts he had sent over.

All those girls had been sold to black-market kilns, and it had cost him a fortune to bail them all out!

Su Yu was just about to call out "Auntie," but Siyan cut her off first.

He glanced sideways at her, introducing her in a natural tone: "This is the Second Madam. Darling, you can just call her Second Madam."

"Second Madam," Su Yu echoed obediently, following his cue.

Second Madam?

Just how many wives did his father have?

As the words fell, Siyan directly pulled her toward the ancestral hall in the back.

Before Su Yu could react, she followed him in a daze and asked, "What is it? Didn't you say you were taking me to meet your family?"

"Why are you suddenly dragging me away?"

Siyan suddenly picked her up, pinned her against a tree, and spoke solemnly, "Darling, as my wife, you don't need to please anyone—take that woman from just now, for instance!"

Su Yu didn't understand. How was simply greeting someone considered trying to please them?

Siyan couldn't bear to see her act so submissively compliant. He liked his darling to be exactly the same outside as she was at home; that was her true nature.

He paused, his tone deepening as he slowly explained:

"Darling, my situation is very complicated. My mother passed away, and as for my father, I might as well not have one. However, there are quite a few mistresses who crawled into my father's bed and became the second and third madams."

With that, he reached out to ruffle Su Yu's hair, his voice softening while carrying an unquestionable possessiveness: "You don't need to pay any attention to those people, and my darling doesn't need to please anyone either. So put away that submissive obedience you just showed."

Hearing his words, Su Yu slapped him right across the face!

"What pleasing?"

"That was just being polite. Do you even know what manners are?"

The man chuckled, kissing her claws-out, restless hand. "Yes, just like that!"

Siyan carried her into the ancestral hall, and before Su Yu could say anything, he set her down.

He lit a stick of incense and inserted it in front of the memorial tablet, his expression turning solemn. "This is the person I told you about last time—my wife."

"Su Yu!"

Su Yu stood quietly beside the man. Now she understood what Siyan had meant in the car.

What could she do?

Aside from offering incense and burning joss paper, there seemed to be nothing else.

She was just about to move forward to light an incense stick when the man grasped her hand. Siyan said, "Let's go."

寿"Ah, aren't you going to talk a bit longer?"

"No need. She already knows you, has seen you, and is very satisfied with you as her daughter-in-law!" Siyan wrapped his arm around her waist and replied with a faint smile.

Su Yu looked back at the framed portrait on the table. Siyan's mother was a beauty with gentle and delicate features!

The Second Madam was keeping watch at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Seeing the two of them walking closely together from a distance, a genuine smile bloomed in her eyes. She stepped forward and greeted them: "Head of the Family, the Former Head has arrived. He said he wants to see you, and that Fifth Madam came along as well."

A bitter trace appeared on her face again. "The old master has been back at the old estate for some time, and lately he's been constantly clamoring to see you."

Fifth Madam? They had married yet another one?

Hearing the title "Former Head of the Family," the warmth instantly vanished from Siyan's face, his tone turning as cold as ice: "Where?"

"In... in your mother's, the First Madam's room," the Second Madam said in a lowered voice.

Siyan's steps halted abruptly. The air pressure around him plummeted instantly, and dangerous, freezing intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

That man actually dared to set foot in his mother's room.

Naturally, Su Yu sensed the chill radiating from him and unconsciously stepped back a little.

Siyan forcefully suppressed the surging murderous intent in his heart. When he turned back to look at Su Yu, his tone had already softened significantly: "Darling, go wait for me in the front hall first. I'll be right back."

With that, he turned and strode quickly toward his mother's room, his retreating figure exuding an unmistakable, bone-chilling sternness.

Su Yu had a vague premonition that someone was about to suffer...

Once Siyan had walked far away, the Second Madam looked at Su Yu and respectfully called out, "Madam!"

Su Yu hurriedly waved her hands, a trace of awkwardness on her face: "Second Madam, please don't call me that. Siyan and I aren't married yet, so I really can't bear the title of 'Madam'."

"It's only a matter of time."

The Second Madam chuckled softly and turned to lead the way, "Please come with me, Madam. I've already had tea and pastries prepared in the front hall."

Su Yu followed behind her, hesitating for a moment before finally asking out loud: "Siyan's father... did he marry a lot of wives?"

The Second Madam's steps paused slightly. Her face was once again stained with bitterness, and her voice dropped lower: "Yes, quite a few, one after another."

"He's over fifty now and half-paralyzed, yet not long ago he went and newly married a girl who is only eighteen—very young and extremely pretty."

Eighteen?

How old was he—fifty, sixty, or seventy or eighty years old?

Did that girl fancy his money?

And he was half-paralyzed—could he even control his own bowels?

Noticing Su Yu's shock, the Second Madam touched her own face. "Youth fades easily, and rich men are all the same."

"They marry a pretty girl, coax her for a while, and once she gives birth and turns into a worn-out housewife, they just go and marry another eighteen-year-old girl!"

She still remembered the beautiful vows the Former Head of the Family had once made to her.

Hah! Their vows were worth no more than a fart!