I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Shang Sheyu smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, making her look exceptionally well-behaved.

"Third Master, you flatter me. I understand."

Seeing how understanding she was, the man's brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"Alright, we're family, no need for formalities." Looking at the couple, the old lady was pleased. "It's lunchtime, let's eat in the West Garden. Granny Yan, have the kitchen bring all the prepared food here."

"Yes."

Granny Yan responded and went to do so.

The group sat down around the round table.

Shang Sheyu was naturally seated next to Quan Tuo.

The faint scent of pine resin emanating from the man lingered around her nose; it smelled rather pleasant.

But he was so big that when he sat there, his broad shoulders almost touched her arms.

Shang Sheyu tried to shrink herself down, but her gaze couldn't help but measure his figure.

With that physique, if a fight broke out, he could probably kill someone with a single punch.

She sighed inwardly.

In her previous life, Shang Pengyue had been married for two years, and when she returned to her parents' home, she still cried and complained that she had never even seen Quan Tuo's face. How come in this life, only half a month later, this evil god has returned?

Could it be that her rebirth indirectly changed some things?

However, she was not ready to spend every day with her new husband.

"Third son, how have you been doing at the military region these past few years? Is the food alright? You seem to have lost some weight," the old lady asked, patting her son's back as she served him food.

Quan Tuo ate his rice with a blank expression, his movements elegant but quick: "It's acceptable."

Cherish words like gold.

Shang Sheyu sat quietly to the side, sipping his porridge and listening to the mother and son's casual conversation.

Across from him, Quan Huai'an gradually accepted the shock of his uncle's sudden return home, and his attention once again fell on Shang Sheyu.

He glanced at the "added ingredients" in the chicken soup, a mischievous smile flashing across his eyes.

The fact that my uncle didn't come back on his wedding day proves that he didn't like the merchant's daughter either.

Then he can kick this merchant's daughter out of the Quan Mansion on behalf of his uncle!

Quan Huai'an silently picked up the bowl of chicken soup that had been divided earlier and handed it directly to Shang Sheyu.

Shang Sheyu was lost in thought, her mind filled with the news of Quan Tuo's return. She didn't react at all, and didn't even know what she was doing. She subconsciously took the bowl of chicken soup and placed it next to Quan Tuo.

Quan Huai'an: "!!!"

The boy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He stared in horror at the white porcelain bowl beside his uncle, making a gurgling sound in his throat as if someone were choking him.

That was laxatives prepared for the merchant's daughter!

Uncle can't drink it!

If my uncle drinks it, he'll get terrible diarrhea...

Quan Huai'an imagined the scene of his uncle shooting him with a gun, and his hair stood on end.

Quan Tuo paused in his eating, looking at the bowl of soup in front of him.

The soup is golden in color and has a wonderful aroma.

He turned his head slightly to look at the woman beside him.

Shang Sheyu didn't notice anything amiss from beginning to end. Her mind kept returning to Quan Tuo's eyes and the eyes of the man in Dongyuan who had almost strangled her to death.

No, it shouldn't be one person.

Quan Tuo is the third master of the Quan family; it's impossible for him to be locked up in that abandoned courtyard.

The man looked away, put down his chopsticks, picked up the soup, and brought it to his lips.

"Don't drink it!"

Quan Huai'an seemed to have a spring under his buttocks, suddenly springing up from the chair with astonishing speed. Before Quan Tuo could even react, the soup bowl in his hand was snatched away.

Faced with the astonished gazes of everyone at the table, Quan Huai'an became so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and gulped down the chicken soup in one go.

Then he picked up the white porcelain stew pot and gulped it down his throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as Quan Huai'an drank until his eyes rolled back and he almost vomited.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Even Granny Yan and Xi'er gaped open, looking completely bewildered.

Was the young master from Huai'an a reincarnation of a starving ghost?

"belch!"

Putting down the empty stew pot, Quan Huai'an let out a long burp, his mouth glistening with oil.

Si Nan's face darkened, and she slammed her chopsticks on the table: "No manners! Wasn't this chicken soup meant to apologize to your aunt? How come you drank it all yourself?"

Quan Huai'an forced a stiff smile: "I... I'm just growing, hahaha..."

He didn't want to either.

As he spoke, he clutched his stomach, feeling his nausea churning inside.

The medicine worked so fast, it felt like a fire was burning inside my intestines.

"Um... Grandma, Uncle, I'm full, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, without waiting for the elders to speak, he covered his buttocks, clamped his legs together, and rushed out in an odd posture, running faster than a rabbit.

"This child..." The old lady shook her head helplessly.

Shang Sheyu had already come to her senses. She pursed her lips, looked at the empty bowl and empty stew pot on the table, and then looked at the man beside her with his slightly furrowed brows.

There must be something fishy about that chicken soup. Quan Huai'an would rather drink it himself to destroy the evidence than let Quan Tuo touch it. And she just... gave the chicken soup to Quan Tuo?

After a slight lingering fear, he let out another soft laugh.

This little brat has shot himself in the foot.

Hearing laughter from beside him, Quan Tuo paused slightly, then glanced at her slightly trembling shoulders. Her small face was flushed from trying to suppress laughter. He looked away and continued eating, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

The second half of the meal went relatively smoothly.

After the meal, the maids and servants cleared away the leftovers and served hot tea.

The old lady took a sip of tea, glanced between her son and daughter-in-law, and said earnestly, "Third son, you've been gone for several years. Now that you're finally back, you must stay home for a while. Although you and Sheyu are married, you haven't spent much time together yet. A relationship between husband and wife is built over time, so don't stay away from home all the time."

Quan Tuo put down his teacup and sat up straight: "Your son knows."

"Oh, and there's more."

"Take advantage of this trip back and work hard to let me hold my great-grandchild soon. Our Quan family is small in number this generation, and we are counting on you two to carry on the family line."

Shang Sheyu was drinking tea when he heard this and almost choked.

Great-grandson?

In her previous life, after she achieved great success, Old Madam Chi was afraid that she would run away, so she used various means to force her to have sex with Chi Qingyuan and have a child, hoping to tie her down with the child.

Unexpectedly, even after arriving at the Quan Mansion, she was still pressured to conceive.

She knew the old lady simply wanted to hold her great-grandchild, but she...

She looked up at Quan Tuo, feeling a little flustered.

Quan Tuo's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "She is still young, and her body has not yet fully developed. There has been some unrest in my military region recently. Let's talk about the child in a few years."

Shang Sheyu was stunned and stared at the man for a long while.

While feeling relieved, she also thought about how Shang Pengyue hadn't seen Quan Tuo for several years in her previous life, which meant he probably had no expectations for this marriage.

Whether it's Shang Pengyue or her.

As the mother-in-law Si Nan said, this marriage was to ward off bad luck by marrying a daughter of a merchant.

He didn't have a good opinion of the marriage to begin with, so why would he want to have children?

That's fine too. She still has many things to do, and maintaining a respectful but formal marriage with Quan Tuo is the best thing for her.

The old lady's smile faded slightly, and she looked somewhat disappointed.

But seeing his son's uncompromising attitude, he could only sigh and say, "I won't interfere too much in your young people's affairs. As long as you two are doing well, that's all that matters."

After sitting for a while, Si Nan left Xiyuan with Quan Tuo.

The mother and son hadn't seen each other for a long time, so naturally they had a lot to talk about.

After seeing the two off, Shang Sheyu returned to her room and slumped onto the chaise lounge by the window.

The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, swirling and swirling, enveloping the entire Quan Mansion in a white blanket.

Xi'er was tidying up the table, patting her chest as she wiped it, and said with lingering fear, "Miss, I was so scared just now! Why did the young master suddenly come back? Didn't he say he was busy with military affairs?"