Leng Youlan sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in the hall, holding a cup of rich milk, with documents from Shang Gushuishui on the table.
The air conditioning was perfectly adjusted, making the summer heat imperceptible. Her eyes occasionally scanned the people outside, a cold smile making others shudder.
Behind her stood Youlan and Yan, recently freed from their ordeal. “How are you feeling?” Leng Youlan asked without turning, sensing their painful expressions. “Go rest. Have the housekeeper replace you. This housekeeper needs to be dealt with for taking money to arrange women in the villa to seduce her child’s father.”
“Yes. Yes,” the two couldn’t help but sigh for the butler, wondering if his old body could bear it. They could only blame him for provoking their demon-like mistress! They swore they would never provoke this woman again, who was ruthless not only to her enemies but also to her own people.
They just laughed a bit and were punished to stand under the scorching sun for two hours, with the pretense of being supervisors, but it was purely revenge.
Leng Youlan couldn’t help but find it amusing seeing them flee so quickly. If they were like this after two hours, wouldn’t the women outside be in an even more miserable state?
At ten in the morning, when Eugène and Dali had finally finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen.
“Future sisters-in-law, are you both done?
Though slow, it’s still clean enough,” Leng Youlan said, ignoring the two nearly exhausted people while examining the kitchen.
Noticing the two hadn’t responded, Leng Youlan calmly said, “I know you’ve worked hard. I’ve prepared drinks. Shall we sit and chat?”
“Miss, I’d like to go back to my room and rest,” Eugène was already disgusted by the oil and smoke smell on her body and wanted to take a bath and relax.
“Is that so! Then Dali, my future sister-in-law, can keep me company. You must want to hear about my brother, right?” Leng Youlan asked Dali.
“Of course!” Dali said excitedly, incredibly curious about this mysterious homeowner.
“Well, Miss, I suddenly don’t want to go back to my room. I’ll chat with you too,” Eugène wasn’t about to let Dali have all the attention.
