Transmigration into a Book: My Lord, Your Wife Has Taken Another Concubine for You

Chu Yunxuan stopped provoking Chu Mochen, gave a slightly respectful bow, and then went to arrange lunch.

"Xuan'er has been spoiled rotten by us. He has no manners and acts like a spoiled brat. He has none of the demeanor of a nobleman's son."

Chu Mochen originally wanted to say that Lin Yanran had spoiled him, and that a doting mother often spoils her child. However, he wanted to stay for lunch and didn't want to upset his wife, so he could only say that the two of them had spoiled him.

Lin Yanran, annoyed by Chu Mochen's antics, stopped reading and lazily lay down on the rocking chair next to her, rocking slowly. "I think Xuan'er is fine. Of course, it's better to be more comfortable in front of your own parents."

Chu Mochen thought to himself, his eldest son was not at all at ease in front of him, but was simply being disrespectful and presumptuous.

Chu Mochen genuinely wanted to teach his son a lesson; his claws hadn't even fully grown yet, and he dared to jump around in front of him.

When he gets old, will he still be able to live like this?

Chu Mochen wanted to discipline his son, but he was afraid that the brat Chu Yunxuan would actually go to his mother-in-law to complain, so he wanted to bring his wife to his side:

"Xuan'er is, after all, our eldest son, and he will inherit the entire Marquis's mansion in the future. I think we should teach him properly. What do you think, Madam?"

"Xuan'er is also the Marquis's child. You can teach him if you want, but since your mother loves her grandson, please don't lay a hand on him."

"If you reason with our Xuan'er, he will understand the Marquis's good intentions."

As Lin Yanran imagined the scene where Chu Mochen tried to discipline his son but was ultimately rendered speechless by Chu Yunxuan, she found herself somewhat looking forward to it.

Chu Mochen... If he could win an argument with Chu Yunxuan, why would he need to win over Lin Yanran?

Chu Mochen cursed inwardly, "A doting mother spoils her son."

Lin Yanran didn't care what Chu Mochen thought. She calmly lay on the rocking chair, enjoying the breeze, showing no intention of taking the initiative to talk to Chu Mochen.

Chu Mochen was angry at the moment and didn't want to take the initiative to start a conversation.

He started roasting chestnuts and other nuts on the grill himself, eating them as he roasted them, which helped ease his frustration.

But when Chu Mochen and Lin Yanran sat down at the dining table, Chu Mochen looked at the dishes in front of him, all of which were dishes he didn't like. Every single dish hit his sore spot.

The gloom that had just dissipated seemed to be gathering again.

Chu Mochen retracted his previous statement. His eldest son wasn't unintelligent; it's just that he hadn't used his intelligence for good.

As for why Chu Mochen didn't suspect that the dishes were arranged by his wife Lin Yanran, it was because although he didn't like these dishes, he would never easily reveal anything about them.

If the lady knew, she probably would have given him these things every time he took a concubine.

Since she didn't sleep with him when she was so angry, then the lady must not know.

That leaves only that brat Chu Yunxuan. A few years ago, Chu Yunxuan was still young, and perhaps when I was having meals with this grown-up, I let my guard down a bit and became less secretive.

That's something his eldest son has kept in mind, and now he's using it against him.

Only now could Chu Mochen truly appreciate the charm of the Emperor's practice of serving each dish in no more than three bites.

Chu Mochen, who was quietly being picky about food, looked at Lin Yanran beside him with what he thought was a sincere gaze: "Madam, if I suddenly said I wasn't hungry anymore, it shouldn't be considered abrupt, right?"

Chu Yunxuan had meticulously arranged this table of dishes just to watch his father, Chu Mochen, make a scene. Seeing his father trying to run away, he enthusiastically used serving chopsticks to fill Chu Mochen's bowl with food, none of which were Chu Mochen's favorites.

But Chu Yunxuan's expression was quite sincere and filial. "It's not easy for the three of us to have a meal together, Father, please don't make a fuss."

Please try the dishes your son prepared. Do they suit your taste?

Looking at her eldest son's sudden enthusiasm, Lin Yanran thoughtfully glanced at the dishes in front of Chu Mochen, silently memorizing their names.

Lin Yanran picked out a piece of her favorite food and happily ate it. She didn't forget to encourage her eldest son, "My lord, please try it! The dishes prepared by the kitchen today are all quite good."

Hearing his wife say that, Chu Mochen knew that if he didn't eat something, he might expose himself.

Chu Mochen didn't want these dishes to be on the table every time he came to Madam's place. Madam's small kitchen could cook other dishes that suited his taste.

So Chu Mochen could only slowly use the chopsticks.

Seeing that Chu Mochen was eating slowly, Chu Yunxuan asked knowingly, "Don't these dishes suit Father's taste today?"

Chu Mochen glared at his unfilial son, then turned to Lin Yanran with a smile, "I ate some extra grilled snacks in the yard earlier, so I'm not very hungry now."

Lin Yanran, with a mischievous grin, piled some more food onto Chu Mochen's plate. "Those little snacks outside are just treats; they won't keep you full for long. Your Highness should have some proper meals."

Chu Mochen sighed inwardly, smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating. "Madam, don't just focus on me, you eat too."

Chu Mochen practically said, "Don't put any more food on his plate! Please, don't put any more food on his plate! Forget about him for now!"

Since Chu Mochen became aware of the situation, he has never eaten those unpalatable dishes again.

Lin Yanran and her son Chu Yunxuan were very satisfied with the meal, and the world where only Chu Mochen was injured was achieved.

After finishing his meal, Chu Mochen left in a hurry with his men without even drinking a cup of tea.

Chu Mochen was afraid that if he didn't leave soon, he would beat up Chu Yunxuan, that unfilial son, in front of his wife.

Seeing that Chu Mochen had left, Lin Yanran looked at Chu Yunxuan, who was sitting in a chair, drinking digestive tea and exuding the air of a scion of a noble family. "You've been wasting most of the day in my courtyard. Aren't you going to take care of your own business?"

Chu Yunxuan smiled at Lin Yanran, "I've finished taking care of everything. I'll be spending these next two days with my mother."

"Oh..." Lin Yanran didn't say whether it was good or bad, but just gave Wenmei a look.

Wenmei quickly went downstairs and had someone bring in a large box.

Looking at the large box, Chu Yunxuan joked, "Mother, are you going to give your son something nice again? You're so generous, what if your private treasury gets emptied later?"

Lin Yanran smiled, picked up the digestive tea in front of her, and took a small sip. "You wish. These are Zhonggong Industry's accounts for the first half of the year."

"You've arrived just in time, so please take a look at my mother's condition! Let me have a few days of peace."

Chu Yunxuan did not refuse and readily agreed, "I am extremely happy to share my mother's burdens."

Chu Yunxuan downed the digestive tea in his hand in one gulp, then stood up and directed someone to move the account books to the table in front of the window. He sat down briskly and began to read them.

If we finish reading it sooner, Chu Yunxuan can return to the palace as a companion in a couple of days without worry.