Billionaire's Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 785: The Second Young Mistress of the Huo Family

Yin Mingzhu was being likened to a dog.Her heart was displeased, but not so foolish that she couldn’t see that the second lady of the household was in charge.

At once, she forced a smile: "Su Ruanruan is full of tricks; it’s best if the second lady doesn’t fall for her ploys."

The second lady sought the master’s favor: "Yin concubine is injured like this, let me apply medicine for her!"

The Huo family patriarch also disliked her bruised face, saying repeatedly: "You understand medicine, quickly treat her, so she can soon regain her looks!"

Otherwise, he couldn’t sleep at night.

The second lady smiled.

She took Yin Mingzhu to her room.

Huo Shaoting and Chen Xishan’s bedroom in the second branch of the Huo Family was extremely luxurious, and the lady of the house had decorated it with a tawdry touch to ensnare her husband’s heart.

Yin Mingzhu inwardly looked down upon her: Chen Xishan’s looks were average, no matter how good the ambiance, it probably couldn’t stir her husband’s interest.

Yet outwardly, she was flattering: "This place is quite elegant!"

The second lady brought over a porcelain bottle to apply the ointment: "These are just some common little things!"

Talking about these, her expression unexpectedly turned shy: "Shaoting likes them!"

Yin Mingzhu felt like vomiting blood.

This second lady was nearly forty, older than her, and here she was acting coy at an age past her prime.

Just then, the housekeeper knocked on the door.

His demeanor and speech were utterly respectful, reporting the household affairs to the second lady and seeking her opinion.

The second lady was decisive and ruthless, indeed the one who ran the household.

Yin Mingzhu was dumbfounded.

She had accompanied the old man to a dinner, intending to display her talents in the Huo Family, but had no idea that this Mrs. Xishan was in charge everywhere!

*

An invitation from the Huo Family arrived.

On Saturday, the young master of the Huo Family was having his first birthday celebration, inviting He Jitang and his family to attend the feast.

He Jitang received the invitation.

He sat idle in his study for half a day until Chen Er could no longer hold back, saying: "This is an excellent opportunity! Jitang can take Miss Su alone. Get her drunk at the banquet, when a woman is inebriated she can hardly distinguish which man is atop her, and then Jitang can consummate the union in the carriage and turn cooked rice into a done deal!"

He Jitang, upon hearing this, countered: "You think Ruanruan is as foolish as you!"

But the phrase "reversed phoenix" did please him.

He Jitang summoned a servant to bring He Ci’an.

He Ci’an had just finished his studies, his body sweaty, and He Jitang patiently wiped his son’s sweat away.

He gently spoke: "Your aunt has come, I’ll take you to see her."

Little Ci’an was overjoyed: "Where is aunt? Did uncle come too, and the young beauty?"

In his excitement, his small hand tugged at his father’s, eager to meet them.

He Jitang kept his composure, smiling: "It’s just your aunt that came!"

He took little Ci’an to a small courtyard, pushing open the bedroom door.

The bedroom was dimly lit; Su Ruanruan had been writing and set down her brush upon hearing the door open.

Little Ci’an, missing her dearly, called out softly and then threw himself into her embrace.

His small body was soft and warm, causing Su Ruanruan’s emotions to turn complex, but when she noticed the new earpiece He Ci’an was wearing, her heart was filled with tenderness.

Her voice choked up as she asked: "Can you hear clearly?"

Little Ci’an hummed a response.

He had missed his aunt, and though her appearance was somewhat mysterious, he was still delighted.

Su Ruanruan held his small body, silent for a long while.

He Jitang sat down by a small table, pouring himself a cup of tea to drink, smiling: "It’s been barely more than a month, yet you two look as though it’s been years since you’ve seen each other."

Su Ruanruan paid him no attention.

She only looked at little Ci’an, her heart always aching for the child.

He Jitang’s eyes grew dim, he tapped the Huo Family’s invitation lightly on the table, "Huo’s younger son is celebrating his first birthday, they’ve invited us to the feast."