Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 3 Bullying

After Yan Cheng was sent back to his room, he fell unconscious. The doctor came over to check his injury and prescribed medicine for smearing on his wound. After telling the little maid to pay attention to his usual diet, he left the Yan residence.

When Yan Cheng was injured, no one told Master Yan and Mrs. Yan, and everyone kept it secret.

The Yan Mansion is in charge of the largest textile business in the capital. When Master Yan was a young man, he was in the Shangyi Division which was favored by the emperor. Later, he returned home and opened a cloth shop in the capital, which became the largest textile store in the capital.

Master Yan is getting older, and almost all the properties in his hands have been handed over to Yan Cheng and his elder brother Yan Chi, while the youngest son Yan Ze is only 12 years old.

The two old people took Yan Ze to live on the back mountain of the mansion. No one bothered or dared to report Yan Cheng's injury to them.

It's all the fault of the other person.

Song Jinshu held his nose and opened the small porcelain bottle left by the doctor. Inside was a translucent milky paste, bursting with exuding fragrance. His nostrils moved slightly, and he could smell the powder made from Bauhinia flowers in it.

Gently scraping off a layer of ointment with his index finger, Song Jinshu's finger barely touched Yan Cheng's wound. The person lying on the bed unconsciously flinched, frightened Song Jinshu didn't dare to move.

Seeing this the maid standing at the corner of the bed, fiercely snatched the porcelain bottle from Song Jinshu's hand and pushed him.

Song Jinshu fell backward, knocking his lower back against a solid red flower table in the room. It was so painful that he accidentally bit his tongue.

"You really don't know how to do anything at all. I really don't know why the master wants the second young master to marry you." The maid smeared the ointment on Yan Cheng's forearm while scolding Song Jinshu.

"the young master who is born in the capital, you born in the county side, Just because of the entrustment from an old friend, Why should our second master suffer such a crime and marry a useless mute back to home?"

Song Jinshu bit his lip and stood in the center of the room at a loss, looking at Yan Cheng who was lying on the bed, his face was pale, and the skin on his hands was red and festering.

The maid who came in with clear water from outside the door accidentally bumped into Song Jinshu, and half a basin of water poured on Song Jinshu's back, soaking his clothes wet.

The maid had a serious face, and accused Song Jinshu: "What are you doing standing in the middle of the room? Young master, wait outside the room, you'll be in the way."

Song Jinshu glanced at Yan Cheng cautiously, opened the curtain obediently, and walked out of the room.

The weather has not yet warmed up, and the wet place on the back quickly bursts with cold air on encountering the air outside the room. Song Jinshu squatted by the door with his arms crossed, trying to absorb some warmth.

Although his status is the wife of Yan Cheng Mingmei, Song Jinshu is not as good as Yan Cheng's personal servant girl in the house.

Everyone puts blame on him and makes him do the hardest and most tiring work. Occasionally, Master Yan would come to the front yard to take a look, and the servants will show a good face to Song Jinshu.

Song Jinshu was staring at the bare old tree in front of the yard in a daze. The curtain in the house was opened, and Yan Cheng's personal maid, Yingbi, came out with a bundle of clothes.

Seeing Song Jinshu squatting in the corner, he snorted in disdain and threw the clothes in his arms in front of Song Jinshu.

"These are the clothes that the second master changed recently. The back room needs to be served. If you are all right, go to the clothes washing yard and wash all these clothes."

"These are all new styles that came out recently. You have to be careful not to damage Er Ye's clothes."

Song Jinshu walked into the Huanyi Courtyard with clothes that smelled like Yan Cheng. He was told that the hot water boiled in the morning had run out, the little maid in the Huanyi Courtyard pointed to the water in the basin and said proudly: " Isn't that water, just pulled out of the well, use it yourself."

The basin was filled with water drawn from the back mountain well. It was cold to the bone, and the hand was so frozen that even the edges of the bones were painful.

After a while, Song Jinshu's hands turned red from the cold, and his five fingers were swollen like radishes.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his hands, and carefully scrubbed the clothes.