Rebirth: Contract Husband Falls in Love with Me-Chapter 581 - 302: Mother and Son

Sang Wan smiled and nodded, then lay down again.

Not long after, a wave of sleepiness overcame her, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she uncontrollably fell asleep.

Yuanyang and Mrs. Ding came in, gently called "Miss Wan" a few times, shook her, but seeing no response, looked towards Mrs. Ding. Mrs. Ding nodded and instructed, "Bring the sedan chair, be careful, and don’t wake her up. Be attentive when she’s in the carriage later!"

"Yes, Mrs. Ding, rest assured!" Yuanyang bowed and responded.

Unaware of anything, Sang Wan was carried onto the carriage, followed by Yuanyang, while Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Ding got into another one. After Mrs. Ding gave some instructions, the two carriages started slowly, leaving those handling the luggage far behind.

About an hour later, the carriage gradually moved into a tranquil mountain area where the maple leaves seemed aflame, fluttering like butterflies in the brilliant autumn sun, rivaling the beauty of blossoming flowers in March.

Pulling back the curtain to look outside, Mrs. Zhao saw only a mountain full of desolation and sighed softly, then let the curtain fall again.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a manor. Mrs. Ding got off and busily helped Mrs. Zhao down.

Mrs. Zhao’s body trembled slightly. She walked a few steps then stopped suddenly, subconsciously straightening her clothes and hairdo, and said to Mrs. Ding, "Mrs. Ding, help me see if there’s anything improper about my appearance?"

Mrs. Zhao’s eyes sparkled, both excited and unable to hide her nervousness.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ding felt a twinge of sorrow and quickly replied with a smile, "Madam, you look very good, really, there’s nothing amiss!"

Years ago, Mrs. Zhao’s husband, the Marquis Wuwei, died on duty, leaving her only this one child, into whom she poured all her efforts, hoping he would stand out. Unexpectedly, a lowly dancer destroyed him. How could Mrs. Zhao tolerate it? Taking advantage of his absence, she ordered for the dancer to be beaten to death. She thought that after her son threw a fit, this would pass, but he actually took it to heart, and from then on treated her like an enemy. The more she wanted him to do something, the more he refused.

Three years ago, he even moved to this Xishan Villa by himself, and for three full years, he has never returned to the Marquis’s mansion in the capital nor seen her face. Every time she came, she was turned away, never even setting foot inside the villa.

Upon hearing Mrs. Ding’s words, Mrs. Zhao relaxed and smiled, "Then that’s good, that’s good!"

The two servants approached and knocked on the door.

This place, being rarely frequented, resulted in Mrs. Ding knocking for a while before footsteps were heard approaching.

The door creaked open heavily, and an old servant dressed in brown blinked and quickly bowed saying, "Madam!"

Mrs. Zhao nodded, noticing the old servant’s hesitant expression and smiled slightly, not intending to go in but asked, "Is the Young Master here? Is he well?"

The old servant seeing that she had no intention to enter the villa internally sighed in relief, hastily replied respectfully, "Young Master is here, madam, don’t worry. Young Master is fine! We servants serve him attentively, not daring to be neglectful!"

"It’s good that he’s well!" Mrs. Zhao sighed and then said, "You go tell him that I brought him a gift, he will definitely like it! If he doesn’t want me to come in, then I won’t, but call him out to have a look. If he doesn’t have a look, he will definitely regret it for the rest of his life! Go! Just tell him that!"

The old servant looked puzzled, glancing unconsciously at the two carriages not far away, and quickly nodded, "Yes, I will go report to the Young Master right now!"

The old servant initially wanted to close the door, thought about it again and abandoned the idea, leaving the door wide open as he turned to leave.

Mrs. Zhao clenched her handkerchief tightly, worriedly said, "Mrs. Ding, do you think he will come out? What should we do if he doesn’t come?"

Mrs. Ding hurriedly said, "Madam, don’t worry, how could the Young Master not come? If he doesn’t, we’ll think of another way!"

Mrs. Zhao nodded, still evidently uneasy.

At this moment, Young Master Zhao Qi was standing by the pond in the garden, watching the bright red and golden koi fish vying for food, his gaze somewhat vacant, as if he was watching the fish, yet as if seeing nothing, his eyes showing no focus.

For many years now, his facial expression had always been one: calm to the point of being nearly indifferent. Whether he was smiling or angry, the feeling he gave was still one of serene indifference, as if nothing in this world could capture his attention anymore.