Rebirth: Missing the Beloved

However, she really hated Han Dong Yue, so even if she had to cancel the Xiao family's marriage in this life, she didn't want Han Dong Yue to marry into the Xiao family.

How could such a heartless and vicious girl be worthy of such an outstanding youth like Mu Yigao?

Du Mu Zhou was wearing a light green robe with a thin gauze belt tied around his waist. He looked vigorous and vigorous, an innocent and romantic figure.

Cai Rose was the first to see her, and she reached out her hand to touch Han Dongyue. "Here, she came."

Han Dong Yue turned her head and saw Du Mu Zhou smiling at her, his smile filled with mockery. She angrily stood up and quickly blocked Du Mu Zhou's path: "Stop! Don't you know how to salute when you see your cousin? "

"The tungsten wood vessel doesn't have a cousin, so naturally, there's no need for you to bow." Du Mu Zhou's face didn't have the slightest expression as he indifferently looked into Han Dong Yue's eyes.

His eyes were filled with hatred. Just like in his previous life, he felt hatred from wanting to crush himself every time.

In his previous life, Han Dongyue had relied on himself to be pampered at the Han Family, but he had caused her quite a bit of trouble.

Han Dong Yue extended her hand to slap her, but Du Mu Zhou grabbed her hand and glared at her. The young miss of the Han family came to my Prime Minister's Estate to be a guest, and that's how she will be a guest. "

"Your mother is my aunt, so of course I'm your cousin. You have no respect for my elders, so I'm just educating you for your mother." Han Dong Yue also didn't show any signs of weakness.

"I'll say it again, my mother, Madam Qiao, is dead and her spirit tablet is still in the ancestral hall. Even your aunt doesn't dare to call herself my mother. Your Han family went too far just because you put on airs." Du Muzhou shook off her arm, his eyes full of ferocity.

If it wasn't for the fact that his birth mother, Madam Qiao, had no family and was alone, how could she allow the Han Family to marry her?

The other young ladies of the main branch were filled with pride, and upon hearing what Du Mu Zhou had said, they all thought that Han Dong Yue had used his position as Marquis Residence to pamper them.

When Du Ruyu saw that the two of them were at loggerheads, the surrounding ladies all acted as if they were watching a play as they whispered amongst themselves. She quickly went up and stopped Du Mu Zhou. "Big sister, why are you saying these words? Mother brought you up with one hand, and she even brought you to the Eternal Chang Manor to play. You kowtowed to your grandmother. If you say it like that, it will freeze your mother's heart. "

There was a saying among the people that a biological mother did not have a foster mother. Upon hearing Du Ruanyu's words, she had become an ungrateful wolf that had never been raised before.

"He's young and ignorant." Du Mu Zhou looked at Du Ruanyu's hypocritical face, and didn't even raise his eyes, "When I respected Madam Han, I had feelings of filial respect for her. Now that we have grown up, naturally we can't overstep our boundaries. "

Han Dong Yue was so angry that she died, but every word from Du Mu Zhou made sense. Even though her Eternal Chang Family had a large influence, no one dared to say anything. Naturally, they considered Han Mo Xiang to be the Du Family's wife. No matter what, she was still an equal wife.

Du Ruanyu hated this to death in her heart. Du Mu Zhou's words had smacked her in her face in front of the crowd. When she felt the other young misses sneering at her, she felt extremely wronged.

At this moment, she saw a figure walking in from the outside. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she said, "Big sister, your words have truly hurt Yu'er's heart."

Du Mu Zhou felt a peculiar gaze behind him. He turned around and saw a young man walking over.

His clothes were like ink, his eyes were like frost, and his gentle facial features were like the moon and mist.

This ink man was the Han Clan's Young Marquis, Han Dongchen.

Han Dong Chen raised his light brows. "Cousin sisters, what are you arguing about? My aunt sent me to invite the ladies to take their seats. "

There were quite a few young ladies who liked Han Dong Chen, so they naturally had to give him face.