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

Su Yue replied on the other end of the phone: "Although there are still two days, the commission amount this month is quite large, and you insist on paying it in cash, so let's arrange it for the day after tomorrow as originally planned. As for how to hand it over or receive it, we'll discuss it after you meet our lady. But our lady's mental and physical state have not recovered well, so it is likely that you will have to delay your work for a while..."

Xiang Ran was anxious: "Another delay? Since your young lady is back, we should replace her as soon as possible, otherwise it will become more and more difficult as time goes by, right?"

Su Yue: "Don't get excited yet. It shouldn't be delayed too long. Anyway, the salary will be paid as usual. We'll talk about it when you come to Bieyuan."

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Aunt Zeng also knew that Su Yiqing was about to return to China. She was completely focused on Su Yiqing, so she packed some luggage and planned to go back for a few days to cook some delicious meals for her "master".

Xiang Ran just ignored it. Anyway, her current mentality was like that of a person who was just trying to hand over the job and leave.

The next afternoon, the "master and servant" said something to Xiaofu and left.

Xiao Fu was in the kitchen at the time. He looked out and saw Aunt Zeng walking behind his wife with a suitcase in her hand. She looked very hurried and he felt a little strange.

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When Aunt Zeng and Xiang Ran returned to the Su family villa, Su Yue told them that Su Yiqing's flight was cancelled due to weather reasons and could not take off on time, so she might have to change to tomorrow's flight.

The two were stunned.

But no matter when Su Yiqing comes back, Sheng Yang is not at home anyway, and tomorrow is "payday", so Xiang Ran decides to stay in the Su family villa for one night and collect the "commission" first.

For workers, getting their salary before leaving their jobs is the most important thing.

In the evening, Xiang Ran sat in front of the computer and used a data cable to export the chat history between herself and Sheng Yang and organize the backup.

This was Su Yue's advice to her, so that Miss Su could come back and "review the past and learn new things."

Xiang Ran had no objection to this.

Anyway, when she leaves, this number will be cancelled and the chat history will be deleted. Why keep it?

Keep it for the New Year?

However, after exporting the WeChat records, I found that there were not many text messages between them on WeChat.

Sheng Yang is very busy and usually talks about things.

I am used to calling her first, followed by sending voice messages on WeChat.

This reminded Xiang Ran of the time when she was a freshman in college and was pursued by an ordinary boy. Although the boy was short and dark, he was used to bombarding her with WeChat messages, and each time he would send her long messages one by one.

In the end, because Xiang Ran turned a blind eye to those WeChat messages, the "Pusin Man" blocked Xiang Ran on the way to the classroom and wanted to hold Xiang Ran's hand. Fortunately, Xiang Ran reacted quickly and dodged in time, but the onlookers still exclaimed.

This is almost a "shame" monument in Xiang Ran's history of being pursued.

Girls’ vanity is the same - they all hope to be pursued by outstanding men. However, if the class handsome boy or department handsome boy doesn’t pursue them, and they are blocked at the stairs by such an “ugly” boy as soon as they enter college, who would be happy?

Later, the boy told others that he pursued Xiang Ran because they were from the same hometown. Moreover, Xiang Ran was from the southeast of Y Province, while he was from the northwest of Y Province, both of which were impoverished counties.

So it matches.

This bullshit logic reached Xiang Ran's dormitory, and that night several girls scolded the "Pu Xin man" in the dormitory all night long.

Later, when the boy failed to pursue Xiang Ran, he turned to other targets. I heard that he finally found a girlfriend through persistence.

Now think about it, how could a truly outstanding man have so much time to send messages?

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In the evening, in the hotel's executive lounge, Song Nan and Sheng Yang sat by the window drinking.

But Song Nan drank wine and Sheng Yang drank tea.

"Would you like to have a drink too?" Song Nan waved the red wine glass in front of him.

Just as Sheng Yang was about to take over, Song Nan picked up the wine glass and laughed: "Forget it, you are a married person, you should take care of yourself, unlike single people like us."

"What are you and Rose talking about now?" Sheng Yang asked.

"It's better to delay it as long as possible. Rose is an okay work partner, but she's too strong-willed. I'm just holding back now because the project isn't finished yet." Song Nan rolled his eyes at him. "Do you think everyone has your luck? You think you can find someone you like through a family marriage?"

Sheng Yang raised his teacup, his long fingers clenched together as he took a sip of tea. "Is it difficult?"

"Why isn't it difficult? Counting from our previous generation, how many arranged marriages have been harmonious?" Song Nan shook his head and added, "Even if they weren't arranged by family, in fact... there are very few happy ones."

"That's right." Sheng Yang was silent.

After a while, as if suddenly thinking of something, he asked, "Song Nan, if a girl might already have someone she likes, but is forced to obey her family's arrangements and go on a blind date with a man, who scares her that he's not a good person, even hints that he's murdered someone, and tells her that if she's willing to accept this marriage arranged by the elders, he can cooperate with you without getting a marriage certificate, just holding a wedding. What do you think that girl would think?"

"What else do you want? I'll pour the wine on your head!" Song Nan said with a smile.

But the next second he almost spilled his wine: "No way? When you went on a blind date with your sister-in-law before, did you bring up that old story about us in America to scare her?"

"Hmm." Sheng Yang gently turned the cup in his hand.

Song Nan held his forehead with his hand. "You asked for it. The black man who broke into the house and robbed her was probably strangled by me with a clothesline before you opened fire. Besides, according to local state law, we are not guilty. It was self-defense. Why are you bringing this up? Why are you using this incident to scare a girl? Why don't you explain it clearly?"

"Is it very bad?"

“Something nasty…”

Sheng Yang was bewildered, and asked himself: Is it so bad that I was hit on the head and bleeding... and almost couldn't wake up?

Seeing the worry on Sheng Yang's face, Song Nan kindly tried to comfort him, "Don't worry! Who wants to have these pre-wedding dramas after a woman gets married? Haven't you seen those female assassins in martial arts movies who were originally going to kill the male protagonist, but ended up being completely devoted to him? Sister-in-law doesn't seem like the type to care about that. If it really doesn't work out, just pretend to have amnesia."

Sheng Yang drank the tea in his cup and stood up. "I have a conference call with Mr. Zhang and Mr. Fei at 8:30. You... feel free to do as you please."

"Oh, by the way, do we need to find someone to check the surveillance footage of the building opposite the rooftop? Although it's far away, maybe we can capture something?" Song Nan called out to him.

Sheng Yang paused and said slowly, "No need."

What's happened is over, let it be.

He is not a good man or a saint... Should he hold his wife responsible?

Just think of it as...she lost control that time.

He has recovered now and should get over this hurdle and remove this thorn.

And he could never tell anyone.

Song Nan was right, she was already his wife and his woman.

It was obvious that he was absolutely unwilling to let go of this woman, at least for now.

Even if it was an eagle that had once pecked people, he would keep it tied to his side - never leaving its side.

He really doesn't need to dwell on these trivial details of the past...

What's more, when he thought about the day when she saw him off and waved goodbye to him on the steps, she felt as if she was about to float away in the evening breeze.

He felt a little uneasy.

The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival.

He looked up at the moon through the floor-to-ceiling glass corridor - the moon was already very round.

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Author's words:

I was locked up in a small dark room on the second day of my debut and stopped recommending it for two days.

I don’t know when it will be released, and whether the data can be recovered?

Wow, so sad.

The data of the bookstore dropped directly to single digits.

How to do?

Is anyone else watching?

After deleting it, I submitted it for review, but I don’t know if it will be approved.

Can old readers who have added books to their bookshelf still see the latest chapters?