Chapter Eleven: Never Again

le on his lips, speaking lightly and matter-of-factly. Meng Jinyao was stunned, feeling like he was coaxing a child, as if watching a child playing a game, letting the child play freely, even if they...Meng Jinyao's lips curved deeper, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her gaze bright, even her voice tinged with a smile: "This is what your husband said

She didn't expect Gu Jingxi to be so polite. After all, he was nearly thirty years old, a man on the verge of becoming a grandfather in a few years, so his temperament was naturally more mellow.

Someone like Gu Xiuming is hard to approach, always putting on airs and giving people a superior feeling. It seems her decision to marry Gu Jingxi yesterday was the right one, even if she's willing to live as a widow for the rest of her life.

Gu Jingxi saw that she was in high spirits, her usual composure and calmness were replaced with a rare girlish vivacity. She was still a little girl after all, no matter how mature and composed she appeared, she would always have the charm of a young girl.

He replied, "Well, I said

The two people had a significant age difference; they were unfamiliar with each other, let alone being forced into a relationship. After finishing the important matters, they sat in awkward silence. Gu Jingxi didn't want to spend time with a child either and found an excuse to leave.

Meng Jinyao immediately got up and told the maidservant to rearrange the room according to her taste. The interior decoration was similar to her boudoir at her parents' home.

Wei Rui Xuan's maidservant, upon seeing this, revealed a look of unbearable distress. She muttered in a low voice, "The Marquis dislikes such flamboyant decorations the most. He prefers single colors. I wonder if he will be angry when he returns and sees the house like this."

Another maidservant replied, "Even if the Master is angry, it's Lady who suffers. It was Lady's orders, and we were merely following her instructions."

Hearing this, the maid's face contorted with disdain: "Do you really think becoming a daughter-in-law makes you a proper Madam Don't you remember how you got married to the Marquis You moved into his courtyard on the second day you entered!"

Another maid chimed in, "That's right. Let's hurry up. We just need to put up the bed curtains. Let's get everything ready before Master Hou comes back and then we can watch a good show."

As the saying goes: Don't talk about people during the day and don't talk about ghosts at night. There is some wisdom in this.

They were gossiping behind his back, when the person they were talking about suddenly appeared behind them, with a half-smile and asked, "What's the show"

That maid hadn't reacted yet, instinctively responding: "Of course, we're watching the good show of our new mistress. She lacks confidence but puts on a full air of authority."

"Is that so" Meng Jin Yao chuckled softly, her tone calm and collected. "Before you watch my good show, I'd like to see yours first. What do you think"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the faces of the two maidservants turned pale, their bodies froze. They turned around to see Meng Jin Yao looking at them with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, her expression unreadable. Their hearts skipped a beat. They hadn't expected her to be back so soon. No matter what, she was still their mistress. If she pursued this, they were sure to receive punishment.

Soon, they reacted, their eyes glancing resentfully at the other three maidservants who hadn't joined in gossiping, as if blaming them for not speaking up to warn her. Then they curtsied to Meng Jinyao: "Greetings, Madam."

Meng Jin Yao sat down, her gaze calmly fixed on them, radiating an air of quiet authority. "It seems that your husband is preoccupied with his duties and neglectful in managing his household staff, even allowing maidservants to scheme against their mistress behind her back."

Two maidservants knelt down with a thump, hurriedly admitting their mistake: “My lady, please forgive us. We dare not do it again!”

"Is that all you have to say" Meng Jinyao raised an eyebrow, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of mockery. "You dare not Does that mean you're just too afraid to speak ill behind my back Are you telling me you don't want to undermine me at all"roves that the pastry chef's skill level has remained excellent.Perhaps because it had been a long time since she last ate, Meng Jin Yao ate five or six pieces in succession.Gu Jingxi said, "Madam, do...