Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 377

"Mother..." I understand, yet I don't quite understand.

"Alright, let's get going. Look, the Prime Minister and the young master of the Su family have arrived. We can't be late."

Today, dressed in red, I bid farewell to my father and mother. When my face was covered by a bridal veil, my mother cried: her tears told me that if my husband did not achieve success, then I would no longer be a daughter of the Lu family.

This is what nobility is, this is my life.

Clutching the apple, I suddenly felt lost, having lost the support of my parents. I was filled with a sense of panic, as if I had returned to the time when I made my first mistake as a child.

With this mindset in mind, I actually cried on my wedding night.

When he lifted my bridal veil, I couldn't stop crying. I felt so scared, so confused, and so wronged.

When he saw me crying, he paused for a moment, and then actually laughed. If my infatuation before was blind, then at this moment, he made me love him with a clear mind.

His smile was fleeting, but his gentle demeanor took root in my heart.

He hugged me and wiped away my tears, asking, "It's okay, I won't force you if you don't want to get married." He even seemed a little hopeful when he said this.

"No...no..." It wasn't what you think, but when I saw him then, I was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don't cry." His concern made me cry even harder. How lucky I am to have such a husband. I want to tell my mother that my husband is a very good person. He won't get angry because of a woman's tears, and he won't get angry because you made a mistake.

"Don't cry, you cry just like my Eleven."

His smile became even gentler, and compared to the fleeting nature of his previous smile, he now held my gaze even more captivating. I stared at him, mesmerized, forgetting the virtues of a woman and the duties of a wife.

He touched his face, his expression returning to normal: "What's wrong with me?"

"No...no..." It's nothing, I quickly lowered my head. I must have been such an ostrich at the time.

"Go to sleep, you've had a long day."

Thinking of what my mother had told me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

But after he told me to lie down, he lay down next to me fully clothed.

I feel like crying again. Did I do something wrong? Or does he not like brides who cry? Am I...?

Thinking of this, I cried.

He turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I am your wife..." Without the ceremony of consummating the marriage, where is my dignity?

He seemed to understand, and got up, gesturing for me to help him undress.

I was secretly delighted at the time. Although I couldn't see his expression, I knew he was a good husband. He could have chosen not to think of me, but he did. I told myself that I would also be a good wife. I would help you settle down and let you have no worries.

Did I live up to that? I've asked myself that question my whole life, and he told me, "You have nothing to be ashamed of before Heaven."

Yes, all I got from him my whole life was this one sentence. If I had known that this was all I got, would I have been so foolish?

I think I would do it all over again, and I'd still be just as foolish, because he's even more foolish than me. How can he not be foolish when someone has to watch him act foolishly? How dare he not be foolish? How could he not be foolish...?

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Shen Ziyi, the eleventh brother in my husband's eyes, I thought about pleasing him and catering to my husband's preferences so that he would treat me differently.

But is he someone I can please? My thoughts are far removed from reality. He brought my husband home from Yanxiao Tower, but then monopolized him for a night.

Under the cover of night, I fully realized the extent of his favor.

Her husband listened patiently to her, his smile never changing. He would even change his expression according to the words in her voice. He was a very charming husband, but what she wanted was his gestures and actions.

Back then, I didn't understand jealousy; I only knew he was good. He could have my husband's favor, and perhaps in time I could also have my husband's affection for me.

Holding onto this dream, I've been working hard.

He never considered what his excessive pampering of his eleventh brother meant, nor did he notice that the atmosphere in the mansion would change with the eleventh brother's mood.

I only stay in my attic, occasionally lingering when my husband thinks of me. This is the life of a noblewoman, and I know it and am prepared for it. I heard from Lian'er that my husband took in the maid in his room, and he pierced his flesh with the embroidery needle, forgetting the pain.

I was being petty; this wasn't how I should have acted. I immediately adjusted my mindset, brought a gift to visit her, and remembered that I was the matriarch of the household and the future head of the family. I should be a role model, not a jealous woman.

When I delivered the gift, she didn't smile. It wasn't because of me; I think she was being sarcastic. She rarely went out and didn't have close relationships with people. She was my first sister in the Shen family, a rival who was hardly a match.

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I came to realize my situation when my eleventh brother came to me and said he wanted to eat here, and I readily agreed.

I'm secretly pleased to have gained the approval of my eleventh brother, because I've already achieved half the success in this family. He's secretly pleased too.

He had just sat down when his husband arrived. I helped him add bowls and chopsticks, trying my best to behave perfectly.

But he had no time for me; all his kindness was reserved for that man who was engrossed in his meal. My husband solicitously served him food, his tone both ingratiating and humble. Little Grass was right; no one is without hope!

"Have some soup for the National Day holiday."

"Stay a while."

After the eleventh brother finished speaking, my husband waited for him with a soup spoon, just like that, as usual. If this didn't make me suspicious, then one action of the eleventh brother made me suspicious of my husband.

My eleventh brother is a troublemaker. He even dares to lay hands on me, his fourth sister-in-law. When things get out of hand, he might put his hands and feet on my waist.

But her husband wasn't angry at all. He even smiled and pulled the mischievous Eleventh away, speaking to him in a nonchalant manner like an elder who dotes on a younger generation.

He kept his head down, fiddling with his husband's clothes. Occasionally, he would steal a glance at me and make a face at me.