At this mont, Sister-in-law Zhang was trembling like a leaf. Since when did the Madam walk without making any sound, just like the Mister?
Wasn’t she upstairs just now? How did she co downstairs in the blink of an eye?
Yuan Yung’s gaze lingered on Sister-in-law Zhang’s guilty face for quite a while, then she picked up the phone that was swaying there. She bent over and put it to her ear, but only the sound of a disconnected line could be heard — it was obvious the call had been hung up.
Sister-in-law Zhang knew there was no hiding it anymore and confessed, "Madam, please don’t bla the Mister. He is just worried about you when you’re at ho."
"Worried, so he gets you to monitor ?" Yuan Yung felt a surge of anger, "How could he do this!"
So she had been living under soone else’s watchful eyes all along. What right did he have to invade her privacy like this? Even if they were nominally husband and wife, it was still unacceptable.
"How long has this been going on?" Yuan Yung asked, trying to control her temper. She knew that without Huo Junting’s orders, Sister-in-law Zhang wouldn’t have done such a thing, so the real culprit was still that man, but she couldn’t show Sister-in-law Zhang a kind face right now, her expression was cold.
Sister-in-law Zhang was so scared, she wouldn’t dare hide anything anymore, and she quickly said, "From the first day Madam moved in here."
From the first day —
That was a whole year or more.
Yuan Yung was a bit in disbelief. Her secretive life here for such a long ti had all been relayed to that man through Sister-in-law Zhang’s mouth...
Thinking about it, her face inexplicably flushed. Even though there were no feelings, n and won were different, and she rembered several tis when she was in bed, writhing in pain...
Were those things also reported by Sister-in-law Zhang?
"Every detail?" Yuan Yung felt like sothing was stuck in her throat, she couldn’t swallow or spit it out.
Sister-in-law Zhang’s eyes softened, "Yes, every detail, as long as it’s about Madam, I have to report it."
"..." Yuan Yung was montarily speechless, "You... didn’t you say he would co back for dinner tonight?"
"Yes!" Sister-in-law Zhang hung her head, "But Madam, you didn’t agree."
Yuan Yung’s eyes flashed a glimr, "I agree now, call him!"
"Ah!" Sister-in-law Zhang’s mouth could fit an egg, "Madam, you’re not joking, are you?"
"No—"
"Alright! I’ll call right now."
Sister-in-law Zhang was overjoyed, she thought it was going to be a fierce storm between the two, unexpectedly it turned out to be a good start.
Perhaps the Madam realized how much Mister cares about her and was touched!
Little did anyone know, Yuan Yung, who went back upstairs, placed an online order for laxatives—
...
Yuan Yung cooked dinner personally, everyone in the villa was as stunned as Sister-in-law Zhang—
The Madam who didn’t even want to leave her room and liked to stay in her room suddenly showed up in the kitchen to start cooking.
And she looked... quite competent at that.
Nobody dared to speak, they all eagerly watched as the woman skillfully prepared dishes. Only Sister-in-law Zhang mustered the courage to step forward and ask, "Madam, were you a chef before?"
"No." Yuan Yung replied crisply, "But I used to be a foodie."
Indeed, a foodie through and through. Back then, she had no worries; her mind was filled with nothing but studies and food, even dragging Song Song along to eat their way through all of Hong Kong—
Song Song.
She had left for over two years, her whereabouts unknown, and that man nad Xiao Jinghuai had been looking for her all this ti.
This must be what devotion looks like!
Sister-in-law Zhang squinted her eyes, looking at the food with a drooling expression, "It looks so delicious."
Yuan Yung was laughing inside, actually, it wasn’t, the things she made were just for looks, according to Song Song, they were extrely unappetizing—
...
Just as Sister-in-law Zhang expected, it wasn’t long after making the call that soone rrily returned from the office.
Sister-in-law Zhang wondered, at tis the Mister’s intentions seed quite obvious, but the Madam didn’t appear to notice.
Every ti she saw the Mister, she had this look of deep resentnt.
Always saying the Mister... is very bad.
In Sister-in-law Zhang’s understanding, aren’t n supposed to be a little bad to make life more... interesting?
Is she too modern or is the Madam too old-fashioned?
Huo Junting saw Sister-in-law Zhang in a daze and walked over with a frown, "Where is she?"
"Ah!" Sister-in-law Zhang shivered from head to toe, snapped back to reality, and said, "The Madam is busy in the kitchen! She asked to tell Mister that dinner will be ready soon."
Huo Junting was as surprised as Sister-in-law Zhang was, "She’s cooking herself?"
"Yes!"
"Did sothing special happen today?"
How could she possibly cook for him, it was simply unbelievable.
Sister-in-law Zhang wrung her hands, "It’s just that Madam discovered I was your informant, but... Madam didn’t seem that angry, after calming down she just asked to call Mister back for dinner. Mister, I think... Madam seems to have thought things through."
Huo Junting didn’t believe she would be so kind, there must be sothing fishy, but he still said calmly, "I’ll go upstairs to change first."
"Okay, Mister—"
Sister-in-law Zhang felt particularly happy today, her eyes smiling into slits.
When Huo Junting changed into his loungewear and ca to the dining room, he saw a table of delicious dishes, every dish looked extrely appealing, almost as if... they were packed from a restaurant.
"Did you make all this?"
The man’s voice brought Yuan Yung, who was lost in thought, back to reality. She looked up towards the dining room door and saw the man in a black cashre sweater and black lounge pants, with his cuffs slightly rolled up revealing a muscular forearm. When he stepped in, it was as if he carried the wind, his imposing presence even more accentuated by his extraordinary deanor.
"Why aren’t you answering?" Huo Junting raised an eyebrow, "Am I too good-looking, stunned you?"
Yuan Yung: "..."
Really knows how to flatter himself—
"I made this." Yuan Yung said, as she got up to take the empty bowl on hand and started to serve soup, "Drinking a bowl of soup before a al is healthier."
Huo Junting watched as she brought the soup to him. Although there was no extra expression on her face, her eyes were sparkling with amusent—
"Why don’t you drink?" seeing that he didn’t move.
Sister-in-law Zhang, standing by and watching this scene, felt sweetness in her heart, the progress seems very good, she should probably make an exit to avoid affecting the couple.
Huo Junting lowered his eyes to the chicken soup, smiling, "... I’m afraid it’s poisoned."
Yuan Yung felt inexplicably heavy-hearted, is her acting that bad?
The next second, Huo Junting said, "Just kidding, I don’t think you’d dare to murder your own husband."
Then, he gave the woman another look, as if trying to strip away her protective layer—
To bring the original Yuan Yung back to life.
But he knew this road was still long, this was just the beginning.
He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, "Mm, the taste is indeed good, definitely original."
Truly very original, she probably... forgot to even add cooking wine!
There was a strong fishy sll.
That was not the main point, the point was that soon after drinking, his stomach had a strong reaction—
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