Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 14 Swear

Yan Chi looked up at Yan Cheng silently, picked up bamboo shoots using chopsticks for his ashen-faced mother, and interrupted the stalemate in the hall.

"The maid in the yard just picked it up this morning, it's fresh, mother, have a taste."

Upon hearing this, Mother Yan took a small bite of a piece of spring bamboo shoots that had been fried crisply and praised Yan Chi in a low voice for his filial piety.

When she swallowed the spring bamboo shoots in her mouth, she raised her head and looked up at Yan Cheng who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Is everything Yan Ze said true?"

She looked at Song Jinshu again, she couldn't believe that the two people who walked in holding hands outside the house just now teamed up to play tricks to deceive her.

Song Jinshu opened his mouth to explain, but the more anxious she became, the more speechless he became as if his throat was blocked by something, and his face turned red with anxiety.

Yan Cheng patted the back of Song Jinshu's cold hand in relief, met his parents' scrutinizing stares, took a deep breath, and said, "I know I have a bad character, and I usually bully Jinshu a lot, I've even thought about getting rid of him."

Song Jinshu looked at him in surprise when he heard the words, the injury in his eyes made Yan Cheng feel distressed.

"I really didn't like Jin Shu in the past, and I did a lot of stupid things, which caused Jin Shu to suffer. But father, mother, your son really wants to live a good life with Jin Shu now, and I am willing to hold him in the palm of my hand... It hurts."

Yan Ze curled his lips when he heard this, and poked the tip of his chopsticks on the spring bamboo shoots in the bowl. The voice was not low but everyone could hear it, "Second brother was in the arms of the young man in the brothel, I'm afraid that's what I said?"

The atmosphere in the hall was freezing cold, Yan Cheng's temples were throbbing, and the memories of his previous life were constantly surging in his mind, making it almost impossible for him to see clearly.

"Are you allowed to speak!"

Yan Cheng slapped his chopsticks on the table, and scolded Yan Ze angrily: "Did you learn in vain what your master taught you about respecting your teachers and respecting your elders? Can you interrupt me and advise me when I talk to my mother? Where do you put me, my brother?"

Yan Cheng's anger was inexplicable, Yan Ze had never been scolded by someone pointing to his nose like this.

He is the youngest child of the Yan family. When he was born, his father didn't have the extra energy to discipline him properly.

So since he was a child, he lived a life of arrogance and luxury. When something happened, his parents were behind him, and when he went out he could get a large number of followers at will by stating his brother's name.

So much so that he completely forgot that the two older brothers on top of him were the ones who could discipline him.

Yan Ze pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but was frightened by Yan Cheng's eyes, and held back all his tears.

Yan Cheng clenched his back molars and endured the headache. After the things in front of him stopped spinning, he solemnly raised his right hand, hooked his thumb and little finger, and the tips of the remaining three fingers were parallel to the temple.

"I, Yan Cheng, made an oath in front of my parents today. From now on, I will treat my beloved wife Song Jinshu well, and he will be the only one in my life. If I break this oath, let me die from a thunderbolt."

The thunder that fell from the top of the mountain in the previous life seemed to ring in his ears again, Yan Cheng had a splitting headache and his ears started buzzing.

Upon hearing his words, Song Jinshu quickly pulled Yan Cheng's hand to cover his mouth.

How can such a poisonous oath be made casually?

He shook his head, signaling Yan Cheng to immediately take back his words.

He never expected Yan Cheng would stay faithfully by his side, and he know well that there would be many concubines in the backyard.

Yan Cheng would come back every now and then with the smell of rouge and gouache all over his body.

If he couldn't enjoy himself enough, he would kick Song Jinshu awake who was sleeping on the ground with his feet, violating his body regardless of his struggle.

Such an oath cannot be trusted.

Song Jinshu bowed his head and warned himself in his heart, not to indulge in Yan Cheng's feigned gentleness, he has already seen this person's nature, hasn't he?