Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

Regarding the valuable dowries, they had been concealed within these two houses, respectively.

With all matters settled, a deep sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Her immediate focus was now directed towards raising her son in a tranquil environment.

Being the lawful wife, and her son the rightful heir, it was acknowledged that Zhao Mu held a certain bias. Nonetheless, he was poised to allocate a significant portion of the family enterprise to her son.

Furthermore, a steady income from the intermediaries would continue to flow her way annually, with no detriment to her son’s interests.

Given this scenario, the rationale for engaging in rivalry with Ms. Qin seemed moot.

However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that her disregard for Ms. Qin emboldened her to act as she pleased, as long as the boundary of non-offense was not crossed. Unfortunately, Ms. Qin’s intentions didn’t end there—she seemed insistent on causing distress.

It’s plausible that certain individuals are inherently inclined this way. If their origins are marred, the pursuit of tranquility and equilibrium remains elusive. Instead, they become predisposed to instigate disorder and chaos.

During the preceding year, Zhao Mu, who had hitherto paid no attention to the Zheng Family’s sprawling 100,000 mu mulberry fields, unexpectedly demanded the contract from her.

The pretext was that it would simplify the management process.

Without needing to be explicitly informed, Ms. Zheng was acutely aware that Ms. Qin had undoubtedly played a role in this development.

The timing appeared remarkably coincidental. There was a lack of prior incidents before Ms. Qin’s arrival, and yet within less than six months of her presence in the mansion, Zhao Mu was requesting the contract for the expansive mulberry fields.

Ms. Zheng had no intention of acquiescing.

Regardless of Zhao Mu’s attempts, she remained steadfast in withholding it. Her stance was that the contract remained equally effective in her hands, and managing it posed no inconvenience. If an exigent circumstance were to arise, she was prepared to tackle it herself.

Being the rightful wife carried with it certain prerogatives; if Ms. Zheng chose not to comply with Zhao Mu’s request, there was little he could do to contest it.

However, following that incident, Zhao Mu’s affection towards her waned. He became increasingly cautious and guarded around her.

Sensing his shift in attitude, Ms. Zheng experienced a mix of annoyance and disdain.

Guarding against her? How amusing!

They were bound by the ties of matrimony, a connection forged through the ages. They had shared moments of honor and hardship. Wasn’t her son their mutual flesh and blood? Hadn’t she entrusted her belongings to benefit her son? Wasn’t that the very essence of the Zhao Family lineage?

The fact that he had grown wary of Ms. Qin was simply laughable!

Perhaps Zhao Mu was attempting to compel her into a reconciliation and surrendering the contract.

However, Ms. Zheng clenched her jaw and held her ground.

As the rightful wife, she deserved proper treatment. Anything less, and even the backing clan would not absolve Zhao Mu of his transgressions.

Moreover, if the Zhao Family disregarded tradition, Zhao Mu would become a subject of mockery beyond their household.

She wasn’t the type to endure bullying in silence.

She had already restrained herself once for the sake of her son.

Soon, Zhao Mu intended to replace the managers overseeing the mulberry fields. Timely advice from Uncle Qing enabled her to intervene and spare the managers from replacement. She declared her intention to oversee all affairs pertaining to the mulberry fields personally.

As a consequence, Zhao Mu grappled with the sensation that his role as the family’s patriarch had been undermined. This perception stirred such irritation that he found himself engaged in heated disputes with her.

Ms. Qin, who had previously remained aloof, suddenly appeared at their doorstep, tears streaming down her face, attempting to broker peace between herself, Old Master, and Ms. Zheng. The display left her feeling utterly repulsed.

However, Ms. Zheng was far from naive. Some women exhibited a limited perspective, being consumed by their own concerns and self-pity. Yet, there were others, fortified by maternal strength, who wielded their cunning for the sake of their sons’ wellbeing.

Ms. Zheng undoubtedly fell into the latter category.