Matriarchal Desires

If Xiao Lian were to speak the unseemly words he learned in the Beauty Pavilion, it would be disastrous. Seeing Su Xi stop him, Xiao Lian lowered his head in dissatisfaction, clutching his clothing.

The steward observed their expressions and felt displeased. Men who grew up in such environments could never compare to those from respectable families. He said coldly, “Since Young Master Su Xi is now pregnant and has entered the Jin residence, please focus entirely on the master in the future.” He was concerned that Young Master Xu would cause trouble, and if this young widow were to be unfaithful like Yun Zheng, he would intervene.

Su Xi stiffened at these words, his face turning pale. Although he had lived in the Beauty Pavilion, he had never been intimate with any woman except Jin Yu. The steward’s words implied he was a lewd man who would seduce others indiscriminately.

After the steward left, Su Xi’s face was still pale. He lowered his head dejectedly, and Xiao Lian worriedly tugged at his clothing, saying, “Brother, don’t mind her words.”

Su Xi looked up and forced a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Xiao Zhou glanced at the delicate wooden hairpin in Su Xi’s hair, “Young Master Su Xi, the master is truly good to you. This wooden hairpin was carved by the master himself.”

Now that you’ve come to the Jin residence and are pregnant, you won’t be mistreated.” They had seen the master carefully carving a hairpin, his expression unusually soft, occasionally revealing a faint smile that felt warm, different from his usual demeanor. For a long time, they thought he was making it to please Yun Zheng, but later saw it in Su Xi’s hair and realized it was made for the young widow. Men cherish items made by their beloved, and her little lamb’s misty eyes always looked at her expectantly, making her want to give him her entire heart.

Su Xi was stunned, touching the hairpin in his hair. He loved it so much, wearing it every day. He was satisfied that she had given it to him without knowing it was carved by her own hands. If he had known, perhaps he wouldn’t have dared to hope for such a gift.

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