Reborn as the Blissful Wife in the countryside

Chapter 1378: She Doesn’t Pretend

Qin San Lang nodded after hearing this to show he understood, then instructed, "The Ding Family keeps Shadow Guards; be careful and don’t get too close, so you don’t leave any traces to be discovered."

He added, "Send word to the people in the Manors along the route so they’re ready. Ding Ge won’t wait until New Year’s Eve to make a move; he’ll definitely act either ahead of time or after."

"Yes." You Ping responded, and left before the others got up.

Qin San Lang waited until Gu Jinli woke up before telling her about this.

Gu Jinli felt a bit nauseated and said, "He really is obsessed with Mrs. Ji."

Makes sense; Mrs. Cen was already a plaything in Ding Ge’s palm, nothing stimulating anymore. But Mrs. Ji had always loathed him—subduing a prey that resists is a very satisfying achievement for Ding Ge.

She suggested, "Qing Hui can fight. I’ll have her stay by Mrs. Ji’s side under the guise of detoxifying her. Once we get rid of Ding Ge, she can come back."

Xie Cheng cares too much about Mrs. Ji. If something happens to her, Xie Cheng will lose his mind. Since they’re allies, they ought to protect Mrs. Ji well.

Qin San Lang agreed. "Qing Hui is fine, as long as you don’t move Erqing and Sanqing. Those two must stay glued to you to protect you."

Xie Cheng might be important, but Xiao Yu is his very life, so nothing can be allowed to happen to her!

Gu Jinli pinched his face with a smile. "Don’t worry, your wife is a tough one; she can protect herself just fine."

After the two discussed it, Gu Jinli started making arrangements.

When Mrs. Ji came again, she saw that there was one more person in the carriage—Qing Hui.

"What are you doing here?" Mrs. Ji asked fiercely. After snorting through her nose, she turned directly to Gu Jinli and said, "Kick her out. I can’t stand her."

Huh?

Qing Hui wanted to laugh. She glanced at Gu Jinli and asked, "Madam, may this slave speak?"

Gu Jinli watched the drama with great interest. "Sure, say whatever you want."

Speak boldly, no need to hold back.

Given permission, Qing Hui immediately glared at Mrs. Ji, contempt in her eyes, and sneered, "You’re a sick idiot who gets led around in circles by servants. You think I like being around you? You’re giving yourself way too much credit. And this is my lady’s carriage. I am her slave; only my lady can order me around. You, Mrs. Ji, don’t have that qualification."

Mrs. Ji was so furious she nearly fainted. Pointing at Qing Hui, she stammered, "You, you, you ill-bred servant!"

Then she shouted at Gu Jinli, "Is this how you teach your servants? She insulted me!"

Ha! Gu Jinli, utterly unapologetic, burst out laughing. Seeing Mrs. Ji driven to tears by her laughter and about to storm off the carriage, she hurriedly grabbed her. "Don’t you—"

The word "go" wasn’t even out yet when Mrs. Ji let out a shriek and fainted.

Gu Jinli froze, then after a moment remembered, "Oh, right. My ugliness makes her nauseous."

Qing Hui said, "Madam, don’t worry. This slave will give her a couple of needles and she’ll wake up immediately."

As she spoke, she took out a silver needle and, swish swish, viciously stabbed Mrs. Ji a few times.

Gu Jinli: "..."

Well then, who knew—Qing Hui actually had a black belly. Clearly, pressing the philtrum would have been enough to wake her, yet she just had to needle Mrs. Ji, and deeply at that. Mrs. Ji would probably be in pain for a couple of days.

Mrs. Ji woke quickly—because of the pain. But she couldn’t care about the pain now. She threw herself onto the low table in the carriage, grabbed some warm water, dampened a handkerchief, and frantically scrubbed the hand that Gu Jinli had just grabbed.

Gu Jinli said, "Stop wiping. Any more and your skin’s going to peel off."

"This is all your fault!" Mrs. Ji sobbed uncontrollably, scrubbing her hand like a madwoman, and still found time to warn Gu Jinli, "Don’t you dare touch me. If you ever touch me again, I’ll burn your carriage!"

Pus-filled sores all over her face and hands—utterly disgusting. Having the Gu Family’s woman touch her even once made her feel sick to death, like a venomous snake had crawled all over her.

Gu Jinli seized the chance to threaten her. "That depends on whether you behave. If you behave, I’ll stay far, far away from you. If you don’t, I’ll hug you—and even kiss you."

"Aaaah! Don’t come over, don’t come over, I’ll behave!" Mrs. Ji was almost losing her mind, curling herself up and staying as far from Gu Jinli as possible.

"Good. Obedience is what I like." Satisfied, Gu Jinli then ordered, "What are you still shrinking for? You lazy wife who only eats and never works, get over here and start making face masks."

Gu Jinli was like a foreman, putting Mrs. Ji, this "worker," to hard labor.

Mrs. Ji sobbed as she worked, all the while guarding against Gu Jinli, afraid that if the latter was displeased with her work, she’d suddenly pounce on her and disgust her again.

Nanny Tao watched and laughed nonstop. She loved seeing Gu Jinli tease people; only then did she seem like a proper young girl.

As for Mrs. Cen, she had Sister Tang hide under Gu Jinli’s carriage while it was still dark, but when she came to fetch her daughter, Erqing blocked her and said, "Mrs. Lu, please stop here and wait a moment. This slave will be right back."

With that, she walked off, and soon came back from another carriage, carrying a sleeping Sister Tang. She shoved the girl into Mrs. Cen’s arms and said with a smile, "Mrs. Lu, you really must keep a better eye on your girl. It’s one thing that she ran over to us, but if she ran somewhere else and got snatched by human traffickers, you’d regret it for the rest of your life."

Trying to use your daughter as a pretext to strike up a conversation with Madam? Dream on.

After learning what Mrs. Cen was up to, Madam had already said there was no need to waste time on her. Since they’d end up tearing faces in the future anyway, they might as well drop the act now and be straightforward.

Mrs. Cen’s face almost turned green at this. The Gu Family’s Maid was clearly implying that she was a mother who didn’t care whether her daughter lived or died.

Mrs. Cen wanted to explain, but Erqing just walked off and even turned back with a smile. "Mrs. Lu, we’re about to set off. You’d better hurry back, so you don’t delay the departure."

With that, she got into the carriage.

The Qin family’s carriages and mule carts then rolled right past her. The whole crowd treated her like thin air; no one spared her a word.

Holding her daughter, Mrs. Cen stood rooted to the spot, shaking with rage.

An intolerable humiliation, truly an intolerable humiliation. Gu Family woman, fine, I’ll remember this!

Mrs. Cen clenched her teeth and barely managed to stop herself from cursing out loud.

Ding Ge and Lu Chong had been watching this side the whole time. Seeing Mrs. Cen fail again, Ding Ge let out a cold laugh, called to his soldiers, and rode off.

Still, inwardly, his opinion of the Gu Family’s woman rose.

She was formidable, never played by the rules, and didn’t bother to put on a show—she just straightforwardly slapped Mrs. Cen in the face.

This kind of temper looked crude and reckless, but sometimes it could produce unexpected results.

And it suited his tastes very well. He liked smart women, but the Gu Family’s woman was too ugly, and she stank. Even with the lights out, he couldn’t bring himself to touch her.

Ugh!

No, he couldn’t think about the Gu Family’s woman. The moment he did, he felt like vomiting.

Lu Chong, on the other hand, spurred his horse over, and snarled quietly at Mrs. Cen, "You bitch, what are you still standing there for? Get in the carriage and move. Isn’t your shame enough already?"

Damn it, they were this close to stepping onto the Gu Family’s carriage, yet still got thrown aside. It was downright humiliating.

And as for Sister Tang—sure enough, a useless money-loser. She couldn’t even handle the tiny task of currying favor with the Gu Family’s woman.