A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

Because I rushed from the shopping mall to the orphanage, and then went to the manufacturer of winter clothes, it was already 07:30 in the evening when West Elm and Jessia drove back to Starry Cove.

Although he sent messages to both Ruan Peichen and Zhou Steward in advance, saying that he would be back later, after getting off the car and looking at the dark night sky, West Elm was still a little worried.

Jessia didn't feel uncomfortable or worried at all. After she jumped out of the car and looked at the brightly lit villa, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling very envious.

"Nie Xiyu, why do you think I'm not the heir to a wealthy family? Sister, how long will I have to save to afford such a luxurious villa!"

West Elm couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to pull Jessia across the street and said, "You are a proper little rich woman boss now, and there will be such a villa soon... Besides, you are so beautiful, do you want me to give you money?" Introduce you to a few wealthy heirs, and then go to be a young mistress?"

Although she knew that West Elm was really joking, Jessia nodded cooperatively.

"You can have this, but you can't give me a fickle one. Sister, I have a bad temper. If you are a fickle one, I'm afraid I can't help but beat him into a third-level cripple!"

West Elm shook his head and said, "Okay, let's go in quickly. I came back so late, I don't know..."

"What are you worried about? You are the hostess and I am the guest. As the protagonists of today's dinner, we haven't appeared yet. They can't eat first, right?"

A gleam of light flashed across Xi Yu's eyes, and his face was a little worried.

Ruan Peichen has a bad stomach during this time. This morning, he got up late because of the entanglement between the two of them. He didn't eat breakfast on time. When he went to his grandfather's house last night, Ruan Peichen even drank some wine. All the taboos of stomach problems have been gone.

I don't know if he will have an upset stomach.

West Elm and Jessia arrived at the door, but before West Elm opened the door, Butler Zhou opened the door and walked out.

Steward Zhou glanced at West Elm and Jessia with a smile, and said respectfully, "Hello, Doctor Chen. Just now I was thinking whether to ask Mr. Madam to call you to remind you. I didn't expect you to arrive. Please come in."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little late. Jessia, come in, you are welcome to my house as a guest."

Jessia walked in first with satisfaction.

However, West Elm reached out and grabbed Steward Zhou, and asked in a low voice, "How is sir? Are you angry?"

Steward Zhou glanced at West Elm subtly, shook his head and said with a smile: "Mister is not angry, and he also told us not to call you and Ms. Chen."

West Elm breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked again: "It's so late, did you have something to eat first? He has a bad stomach, is there any discomfort?"

Butler Zhou looked at West Elm with a little respect and warmth this time, and then said: "The young master ate some snacks after six o'clock, and he didn't feel uncomfortable."

West Elm patted his chest, his expression relaxed, and he entered the door.

Behind him, Steward Zhou looked at West Elm's movements and smiled thoughtfully.

When Jessia entered the door, the servants at home began to set the tableware. Looking at the busy servants and chefs, Jessia sighed again: "The life of the rich is really good, West Elm, live this life every day." In the days of rice worms who stretch out their hands to plant clothes and open their mouths to eat, no wonder you can only think about things in your mind every day, and I really want to change with you."