Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

The furnishings in the living room remained the same as when Xiang Ran worked as a part-time worker in this house. There was no change.

Sheng Yang lived there for a few days, but didn't see much of the worldly atmosphere there.

But the tabletop was polished to a shine, obviously having been cleaned inside and out, and even the windows were open for ventilation.

"Is the cleaning lady here to clean today?" Xiang Ran asked.

"Well, I was abroad before, so Yinlan always helped arrange for the housekeeping staff to clean according to fixed times, but today I specially asked someone to clean it again."

"Oh. Can I arrange this kind of thing in the future?" Xiang Ran was making a plan and wanted to take over this matter.

"That's perfect." Sheng Yang held her hand. "The other day, the housekeeping department arranged for workers to come to your house for a trial job, and you didn't even come to take a look. I thought you didn't care about these mundane things."

Xiang Ran smiled and said, "I'm very vulgar."

"I know. It's both vulgar and elegant." Sheng Yang pointed to a painting on the wall. "I heard you've loved oil painting since you were a child. You must have a deep understanding of Western art. Could you please comment on this painting?"

When Xiang Ran saw the painting, she was completely stunned!

You can't make out the shape of the characters, just a mess of colors and lines.

What the hell is this painting about?

You have to say something.

"I don't want to comment on this painting for now." Xiang Ran pretended to be profound, "Because I'm not in the right mood yet. Doesn't Second Young Master Sheng know that some people burn incense to gain enlightenment, while others comment on paintings based on their mood?"

Sheng Yang clapped his hands: "Well, that makes sense. She is indeed a talented girl cultivated by the Su family for a hundred years!"

go with!

Does this work?

That's what the upper class is all about!

So easy to fool?

Sheng Yang asked again: "Madam...would you like to go to my bedroom and take a look?"

"Let's go. Let's see if you've destroyed any evidence."

Xiang Ran was afraid that he would ask her to comment on the painting again, so she immediately lifted her skirt, went up the stairs and turned left.

Sheng Yang laughed from behind: "Amazing! Madam knew where the bedroom was the first time she came here."

Only then did Xiang Ran slow down his pace.

She was careless.

Hey, she used to sweep the floor and wipe the table here, how could she not know where the bedroom is?

She turned around and said, "This is a woman's intuition, you know?"

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The bedroom is in log style with white and green curtains, which is very quiet.

The evening breeze blew, and the curtains fluttered.

When Xiang Ran was cleaning the house before, she thought the decoration of this house was very good - not necessarily the expensive kind, but it looked very comfortable.

"Who is responsible for the decoration of this house?" Xiang Ran asked.

Sheng Yang replied, "Yin Lan also sent someone to monitor the designer she chose. I was in the US at the time and finalized the plan. I only came back to stay for a few days last year."

“Oh. The color combination of this house seems quite pleasant.”

"Do you like it here?"

Actually, it is not. It is very likely that there is a kind of joy of serfs singing about their liberation.

But she said, "Well, because there are only two people here."

"I don't really like having other people at home, but there's nothing I can do! Jinxiu Villa is so big, and the lawns, plants, and swimming pool all need to be maintained. A driver is also necessary. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for the servants at home to go out if they can't drive."

"So this place is better. It's a smaller place. There are fewer people."

The most important thing is that Aunt Zeng doesn’t have to come with us.

Aunt Zeng always takes advantage of her seniority and often comes to her room to look for her, which Xiang Ran finds annoying.

"Do you want to go to the study?" Sheng Yang asked.

"Yeah." Xiang Ran thought to herself - that couldn't be better.

She had already made up her mind. She would pretend to admire the porcelain when she entered, and then... she would pick up the piece she had broken earlier, gently knock it against the table, and then ask in a delicate voice, "Honey, why is there a crack here?"

Hey.

Wouldn't this be a way to cover up the matter without anyone knowing?

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As soon as she entered the study, Xiang Ran realized that it seemed a little different from before.

There was an extra grand piano, a gramophone and other things.

"Are these antiques yours?" Xiang Ran asked, pointing at the gramophone.

Sheng Yang said, "You've got good taste! These are all old items. I found them when I was working in the US. We just moved in here a while ago."

"Oh!" Xiang Ran walked to the cabinet where the porcelain was placed and saw the damaged piece at a glance.

After she made a crack in this piece of porcelain, she turned it over and placed it on the other side.

There is nothing bad about the front.

So she turned it around in her hand, ready to knock it against the corner of the table through the crack.

But she was dumbfounded.

The cracks on the porcelain are gone?

Xiang Ran walked under the lamp and looked into the light - there was indeed no crack.

How could this be?

"What's wrong? Have you figured out what's going on?" Sheng Yang asked.

Xiang Ran asked: "Um - is this set of porcelain newly bought by you?"

"No, it's always been here."

"you sure?"

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"Nothing." Xiang Ran gently put the porcelain ornaments back in their place and said with a smile, "It's just that this set of porcelain looks similar to the one your cousin brought back a few days ago."

Sheng Yang walked over and picked up the piece of porcelain Xiang Ran had put down. He stared at it for a while, then gently put it down again. "So, I don't need to order another set of M brand porcelain. I was thinking of buying another set for you, and it turns out they already have it here."

"Second Master Sheng has so many treasures at home that you can't remember them all, right?"

"Anyway, these things are yours."

"Oh? I heard that some families need a receipt from the warehouse to wear a piece of jade."

"Haha!" Sheng Yang laughed. "I've heard of that, too, but that kind of family probably lives with their grandparents. At least here in Jinxiu, Sheng Yang can guarantee that his wife has control over the things inside."

"Well, I believe Sheng Yang's promise." Xiang Ran thought that these love words would be more attractive if spoken by a rich person.

Otherwise, a poor man would say to her in a simple rented house full of pots and pans, "I can guarantee that my wife has the right to control everything in this house."

Didn't that woman run away immediately?

However, Xiang Ran was also wondering in her heart: Who replaced the porcelain?

Is it Sheng Yang?

Or is she Sheng Yang's cousin?

Or someone else?

While she was pondering this question, Sheng Yang pointed to the grand piano beside her and said, "Yiqing, I heard that you won a prize in the Chopin Piano Competition when you were in middle school. Would you like to play a piece?"

How to do?

It wouldn't be good if she said she wasn't in the mood to play again this time.

But I have only played a toy piano that cost a few dozen yuan, and I have never even played an electronic keyboard.

How to do?How to do?