Rebirth: Contract Husband Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 132 - 66 Drunk_2

Chapter 132: Chapter 66 Drunk_2

"Is this too plain?" Sang Wan couldn’t help but say.

"Not plain, this is already quite good!" Mrs. Li resolutely said: "Those who truly observe mourning don’t have any decorations at all. Look, I even left the plain porcelain vase untouched! I didn’t change the drapes to white either! This hemp fabric, I think, is excellent — light and fresh, perfectly matching the young Miss’s current status and mood!"

Mrs. Li’s logical words left Sang Wan in awe, making her feel that she truly wasted her previous life!

There are countless rules in this world, and many reasons a wife might want to deal with a concubine openly. How could she have been so useless letting Gu Fangzi torment her so miserably?

"Are the bedding and cushions thick enough? Mourning is one thing but don’t let the young Miss catch cold!" Sang Wan asked lightly. While rectifying matters, one must not provide others with a chance to criticize.

"Don’t worry, ma’am," Mrs. Li confidently smiled. "Everything is of the highest quality! The young Miss is delicate. How could we let her suffer any inconvenience!"

Sang Wan smiled and nodded, realizing she had been needlessly worried! How could Mrs. Li give others any handle?

"Let’s not prepare the clothes yet; when the young Miss arrives, let her choose the fabric and then we can make them. Perhaps she will have lost weight from grief, and the measurements taken before wouldn’t fit now!" Sang Wan added.

Mrs. Li was momentarily stunned; she thought that Gu Fangzi should be given plain hemp clothing! But since Sang Wan had instructed so, she found it inappropriate to argue and simply agreed.

"The wing room for honoring Master Gu’s tablet is also tidied up, do you want to take a look?" Mrs. Li continued.

"Yes!" Following her words, Sang Wan nearly couldn’t wait to leave the cold, quiet house, glanced casually at the west wing, saw empty walls except for a long table in the middle, an incense burner on it, and a thick round kneeling mat on the floor, nodded and then left.

"It’s almost the sixth soon. Mrs. Li, keep an eye on everything and make sure everything is ready before then. We’re approaching the festival, and I need to start preparing!" Sang Wan said with a laugh.

"Rest assured, ma’am! I understand!" Mrs. Li responded spiritedly.

"By the way," Sang Wan pondered for a moment before asking again, "Now that the young Miss is entering as a member of our family, is there any... etiquette or taboo concerning the Mid-Autumn family banquet?"

Mrs. Li disdainfully scoffed and laughed, "The madam loves lively events, just prepare as lively as you wish, ma’am! The affairs of the Gu Family are unrelated to the Shi family! Please be at ease, ma’am!"

"Then I understand!" Sang Wan smiled. Asking this loudly was merely to prevent Gu Fangzi from making a fuss about it in the future.

Back at Ningyuan, Liu Ya served Sang Wan while changing her clothes and could not help sticking out her tongue and remarking, "The young Miss is so clever, I really don’t know what she was thinking to prefer being a concubine! The madam loves her so much, it would have been so much better to find her a position as the chief wife outside! To enter as a concubine in this manner is really—uh, ma’am, I meant no offense!"

Liu Ya got carried away with her words before suddenly remembering that Gu Fangzi was to be a concubine under Sang Wan, and stuck out her tongue again.

Sang Wan just smiled faintly, "You’re right! I also don’t know what she was thinking!"

Liu Ya shook her head and laughed again, "If it were me, even falling into a pit of wealth and luxury, I wouldn’t be able to live that life!" Someone tightly controlling from above could immobilize her with just the word "rules."

Sang Wan was both amused and annoyed, chided her, "Shameless girl! What are you babbling about here! Hurry up, I still have things to do! And what kind of nonsense is this? If someone heard this, wouldn’t they laugh at you for having no shame?"

Liu Ya quickly giggled, "I would only say these things in front of you, ma’am! My lips are sealed!"

In the Shi Mansion, the housekeepers and stewards are experienced in their duties, and have handled countless festivals, so Sang Wan needn’t worry too much. She only needs to invite Mrs. Jiang from Mrs. Wang’s side, discuss with her the preparations for the various dishes and book an opera troupe to entertain Mrs. Wang, then inform the second house about it.

The day passed quickly, and during dinner, Chang Huan came to report that the young master had a dinner gathering with several friends from Qingzhou City, and wouldn’t be coming back!

Sang Wan didn’t say much, simply responded lightly with "I see," seeing Mrs. Li looking vigilant, she added a few more instructions, "Take good care of him!","Don’t let the young master drink too much!" and so on.

Sang Wan had instructed so, Mrs. Li was reassured, and Chang Huan loudly agreed; however, when Shi Fengju returned, he was completely intoxicated and unconscious!

Sang Wan was speechless, and couldn’t help but sulk inwardly: Is the young master not satisfied unless he’s opposing me?

Mrs. Li felt very distressed, hurriedly ordered someone to fetch water to wash his face, and personally went to prepare hangover soup. It took a while before the hustle in the room settled down.

Seeing Shi Fengju’s face slightly flushed and his eyes heavy, Sang Wan had no choice but to order someone to help him to the bedroom bed to lie down.

Disliking the strong smell of alcohol, she simply instructed Liu Ya and Hong Ye, "Clean up the east room, lay out the bedding, I’ll sleep there tonight! Take good care of the outside tonight!"

Liu Ya and others were about to leave, but the deeply asleep Shi Fengju began to murmur and call out, "Miss Wan! Miss Wan..."

Sang Wan suddenly froze, while Liu Ya and others all looked towards her.

"Ma’am, the young master is calling for you!" Mrs. Li noticed her standing still and couldn’t help but remind her.

Sang Wan came back to her senses and had to step forward, reluctantly sitting on the edge of the bed, gently nudging Shi Fengju: "Young master, you—"

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Fengju suddenly raised his hand and tightly grasped hers, murmuring vaguely, "Miss Wan, Miss Wan, I’m sorry... don’t be angry... don’t... leave..."