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

Su Yiqing shook her head and covered her face, saying, "I have no other choice. If I had a way, I wouldn't have been forced to go to the wedding that day."

"Then we can only proceed according to the original plan and see how the situation develops after we change our identities."

Su Yiqing wiped her tears with a handkerchief and leaned over the table: "Sorry, I need to take a break. Please call Aunt Zeng in for me."

Seeing that she was a little emotionally broken, Xiang Ran had no choice but to go find Aunt Zeng first.

When Aunt Zeng heard that Su Yiqing was crying, she said to Xiang Ran with a stern face, "Miss Xiang, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you sometimes speak without beating around the bush and are a bit direct. Our young lady can't stand being spoken to like that."

"Your lady is crying because of a man. What does it have to do with me?"

Aunt Zeng shook her head and went to see Su Yiqing herself.

-

Xiang Ran returned to her room, feeling a little emotional and wanting to laugh - it seemed that being poor was not entirely useless, at least she didn't have the chance to get "love brain".

-

Three days passed in a flash.

Although Su Yiqing often seems emotionally unstable, she is not stupid at all.

Xiang Ran's Mandarin is actually quite standard among people from Province Y.

But some idiomatic words still have a hint of Y Province accent, and Su Yiqing can actually distinguish it from the subtle details and learn it for Xiang Ran.

In addition, Su Yiqing's hair was originally shorter than Xiang Ran's, so she had hair extensions and used a straightener to straighten her originally curly hair.

As long as Su Yiqing didn't speak, Xiang Ran felt like he was looking in the mirror when he looked at her.

At noon that day, Xiang Ran and Su Yiqing were having lunch.

Suddenly received a call from Sheng Yang.

Under Su Yue's gaze, Xiang Ran immediately turned on her cell phone.

Everyone held their breath.

As a result, Xiang Ran became a little scared, fearing that the bad man would say something obscene.

But then I thought, he usually only said those teasing words when we were intimate, and he was always businesslike on the phone...

Sheng Yang said on the phone that he was at Hong Kong Airport and would be boarding a flight back to H City soon.

Xiang Ran said she was still in the Su family villa.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yang asked, "Is your friend still here? Then let's have dinner together."

Su Yiqing stared at Xiang Ran blankly, while Su Yue kept nodding to indicate that she agreed.

nod?

What do you mean?

Sheng Yang didn't hear her response on the phone and kept shouting, "Hello, hello, Yiqing?"

"Let—him—come here!" Su Yue gestured to Ran.

Xiang Ran understood.

"Then, come over in the evening." She said into the phone.

Sheng Yang agreed immediately: "Oh, I bought you a gift."

"what gift?"

"Handcuffs."

"Handcuffs?" Xiang Ran's voice was a little louder.

Sheng Yang's low laugh came from the phone: "The plane is about to take off. I'll call you after I land."

Xiang Ran hung up the phone, and she looked over – Su Yiqing and Butler Su were both shocked.

She said awkwardly, "He—he must be joking."

"Humph, what a psychopath." Su Yiqing's face changed. She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm going back to my room first. Call me if you need anything."

Aunt Zeng advised: "Miss, please have some more steamed mandarin fish. It is specially made for you."

Su Yiqing stood up: "I have no appetite."

After Su Yiqing left, Xiang Ran asked Su Yue in confusion: "Let Sheng Yang come over...how are you going to arrange it?"

"After dinner, I'll have Mr. Sheng and our young lady meet at the Zhiquan Waterside Pavilion under the moonlight. We'll drink, play the piano, and admire the moon. At night, Mr. Sheng will stay at our young lady's place. As for our young lady... I'll go and do some work for her, so you don't have to worry about that."

Xiang Ran asked: "Then can I leave right now?"

"I was hoping you could stay a few days longer—I've already prepared today's commission and will give it to you after dinner, but tonight isn't over yet, is it?"

Xiang Ran took a deep breath and said firmly, "I can stay until 11:59 pm."

"Oh, if everything goes well, that's fine. But please have dinner with Mr. Sheng first, and then let our young lady come out after dinner." Su Yue stood up. "Aunt Zeng and I are going to persuade our young lady now, and we also need to prepare dinner and drinks. Oh, and if possible, please help persuade our young lady. Mr. Sheng is already the best choice among the three generations of H City, but our young lady doesn't understand it yet."

"Because--Miss Su seems to have someone she likes."

Su Yue sighed and put on an expression as if he wanted to preach. "Like? But that person isn't worth it. Besides, this is a family marriage, and personal opinions don't matter. The Sheng family... wants to marry a girl from a cultured family to endorse Sheng Yang, and our Su family also wants to leverage the Sheng family's financial capital... Both families wanted a piece of each other's hand, which led to the previous wedding."

Xiang Ran: "Well, I don't understand these big principles either, just do what you say."

Although she said this, she seemed to understand Su Yue's deeper meaning.

Perhaps "Miss Su" is just a symbol, a card handed down by the Su family.

So whether it was the Ace drawn from the deck that the Su family bought from a street stall, or the Ace drawn from the playing cards bought from a high-end shopping mall - perhaps it was all the same to Sheng Yang?

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In the business class of the airliner, Song Nan leaned close to Sheng Yang's ear and asked, "Are you sure my sister-in-law will like this? Tiffany's Lock series has such sharp lines, it's only suitable for Iron Woman."

Sheng Yang smiled and said, "Huh? Doesn't it look good? I think it looks good."

Like a pair of handcuffs, it just handcuffed her to his side, inseparable from him.

Song Nan: "You're the only one who's spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on something that doesn't hold its value."

Sheng Yang retorted, "You and I are different. You're dating a girlfriend, and you're giving gifts to your ex-girlfriends so they can sell their jewelry after they break up, so you consider the secondary market price. I'm giving this to my wife, and this is just an everyday household accessory. Why worry about its value? If you want to preserve its value, you might as well buy gold bars."

Song Nan snorted twice. "So, to appease your wife, you can make up a story about going to a Hong Kong hospital and finding a psychologist to hypnotize her and seal her memory? Can you believe such nonsense?"

"Whether you believe it or not depends on who said it and how they said it. I just happen to be working in Hong Kong, so it's normal to make an appointment with a specialist for a checkup. Besides, my purpose is not to deceive her, but just to make her feel at ease." Sheng Yang sighed, "She is actually a sensitive person, and I always feel that she has been a little strange lately."

-

It was almost evening, and Su Yue and Aunt Zeng were probably doing Su Yiqing's work and "planning" dinner.

Su Yiqing was probably busy too, so she didn't show up.

Xiang Ran didn't care about them, she was also very confused.

She fidgeted, staring at the phone screen.

Sheng Yang should be at the airport by now, right?

Suddenly her cell phone rang. She calmed herself down and answered the call.

Before he could say anything, he heard Sheng Yang say with a smile: "Come to the door to meet me, I'm bringing you handcuffs."

Oh my god, what did he say.

The memory won't be restored.

Who will be brought to take her away?

It just so happens that Su Yiqing is still here!

Those who are clean will be clean by themselves.

But where is the back door of this house?

Just as I was thinking this, Sheng Yang sent me a picture.

A platinum bracelet full of diamonds, with a unique shape, really looks like a pair of handcuffs.

It's from Tiffany.

Oh no, it was a false alarm.

"If you don't scare people, you're going to die, right? Sheng Yang?" Xiang Ran shouted loudly to the person on the phone.

"Come on—open—the door." Sheng Yang smiled and lowered his voice. "I haven't seen you for a few days. I'm almost missing you. I'm going to die if I can't see you again. You haven't called me in the past few days."