Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

At a single glance, the servants’ faces appeared entirely unfamiliar.

“Ungrateful son, how dare you return!”

The instant Zhao Mu laid eyes on Zhao Shu, his pent-up anger of days surged forth, causing him to slam the table and shout.

Ms. Qin sighed deeply and spoke with emotion, “Third Young Master, apologize to the Old Master! How can you wound the Old Master’s heart and undermine the Zhao Family’s foundation? He is your father!”

“He couldn’t care less about me! He wishes me dead!”

“Old Master, please refrain from saying such things. Young Master is still in his youth and prone to mistakes. If you guide him properly, he can surely change. Perhaps the people around him have influenced him negatively, but it’s not entirely Young Master’s fault!”

“He’s beyond redemption! Utterly useless!”

“Old Master, please calm down. Don’t let your anger jeopardize your health. Third Young Master, say something kind to placate the Old Master!”

“Ungrateful son!”

Zhao Shu remained silent.

Standing there, Zhao Shu watched the scene with an odd smile on his face. Strangely, he felt no anger, disappointment, or resentment. Instead, he found it all rather absurd.

He chuckled.

Ms. Qin stiffened, and Zhao Ye furrowed his brow as he quietly observed Zhao Shu. He said nothing, but Zhao Mu erupted.

“Ungrateful son! How dare you laugh? Are you trying to infuriate me?”

“You must be jesting. People don’t just drop dead so easily.”

“What did you say?”

“Our household lacks rules and ethics. Outsiders would mock us, but you seem unfazed. You

must be in good health, so there’s no need to worry about losing your temper!”

Zhao Mu. “….”

Zhao Mu panted, his gaze fixed on Zhao Shu, utterly perplexed by what he was hearing.

Ms. Qin shared his exasperation. Had all her efforts been in vain?

“Third Young Master, stop this nonsense. Old Master is discussing something important with you!”

Zhao Mu snapped back to reality, realizing he was nearly led astray by this troublemaker.

“Ungrateful son, you…”

“We can address this later. Dad, why the rush? Let’s adhere to our traditions!”

With a sneer, Zhao Shu pushed Ms. Qin aside. “That is not your seat!”

Caught off guard, Ms. Qin let out a cry and staggered backward. Were it not for the help of a maid, she might have stumbled.

Furious, Zhao Ye hurried to Ms. Qin’s side to lend his support, his gaze filled with anger as he glared at Zhao Shu. “What are you implying, Third Brother?”

Zhao Shu sneered. “How can a concubine assume the position of the family’s mistress? What is the meaning of this? Do we have no rules in this family?”

Zhao Ye found himself at a loss for words.

Ms. Qin stiffened as well, her face paling as she cast a pitiful look at Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu felt deeply embarrassed.

Ever since Ms. Zheng’s passing, he had observed that Ms. Qin’s stewardship was efficient. He had been living a comfortable life, and Ms. Qin had been ingratiating herself with him. As a result, he had never considered taking a concubine.

He had no clue when Ms. Qin had assumed the role of the family’s mistress and taken on responsibilities only meant for her. To him, it had seemed like a minor detail, unworthy of concern.