Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Moreover, Ji Wenhan was so outstanding. In this world, only the most outstanding girl could match him and give birth to a descendant of the Ji family for him.
Ji Xiaxia was ignorant and incompetent. That secretary had a low status and was not worthy of Ji Wenhan!
“Mother Fang, in the future, when we come back late, you don’t have to wait.”
Ji Wenhan loosened his tie. Mother Fang was busy getting it, but Ji Wenhan avoided her.
The man frowned, his face full of displeasure.
“Mother Fang, I’m no longer a child. I don’t need you to take care of everything and take care of me so carefully.”
Mother Fang’s face turned pale. “Good…good…I’ve grown up. My wings have hardened, and I can talk to Mother Fang like this! Mother Fang is just a servant. I can’t interfere with Mister’s matters. I’ll go to bed first.”
She looked at Ji Wenhan with some discomfort and staggered out of the villa.
Looking at her back, Ji Wenhan stood there coldly and distantly without saying a word of comfort. There seemed to be some revulsion in his eyes.
Xia Ling watched from the side. She vaguely felt that the atmosphere between Ji Wenhan and Mother Fang was a little strange.
Thinking back to the past, Mother Fang’s status in the villa was extremely high, but Ji Wenhan had always been very cold, as if he had deliberately stayed away from her.
Just like that, Mother Fang walked out of the villa.
When she brushed past Xia Ling, the tears on her face were forcefully wiped away by her, as if she did not want Xia Ling to see a joke.
*
Xia Ling was not the holy mother, and she would not persuade Ji Wenhan to comfort mother Fang.
These things were all brought on by themselves.
Mother Fang was a good servant to her. Normally, she did not need to do anything, but she was just a housekeeper for Ji Wenhan. Why was she not at ease?
She insisted on meddling in Ji Wenhan’s affairs, and even did that to Xia Ling’s clothes.
Ji Wenhan wasn’t a fool. On the contrary, he had been in the business world for many years. What thoughts could he not see through?
Ji Wenhan looked at Xia Ling indifferently, then turned around and continued to go into the bedroom.
“It’s quite late. Wash up and go to bed. You still have work tomorrow.”
Xia Ling: “Okay. Wenhan, good night.”
*
After going upstairs, Xia Ling returned to her room.
With a glance, Xia Ling felt as if someone had moved the room.
Mother Fang?
She pulled open the cabinet, and the cabinet was filled with neatly changed clothes for work. Her original lady Lo dress was neatly packed in a box and placed at the side.
There was nothing missing in the room but these clothes!
These were obviously Ji Wenhan’s intentions.
Xia Ling smiled again and went to take a shower.
When she finished showering and her face was flushed red, she looked in the mirror.
The girl who was smiling so much that her eyes were curved was in a very good mood.
*
The next morning, Xia Ling got up early. When she went downstairs, she saw that Ji Wenhan had already stood up.
The slender man was already sitting in the dining room.
Dressed in a tailored suit, Ji Wenhan’s face was calm. He took a knife and fork with his slender hands and sat behind the dining table, eating his own breakfast.
“Good morning, Wenhan!” Xia Ling greeted him.
Before she came down, she looked at her watch and confirmed that it was only 6:50. It wasn’t that she was late, but that Ji Wenhan had woken up early.
“Mm, come and have breakfast.” Ji Wenhan glanced at her and replied indifferently.
It seemed that his attitude towards her wasn’t much different from before.
However, Xia Ling’s lips curled up.
Yesterday’s incident had really happened, so it wouldn’t be non-existent.
“Miss, please have your breakfast.” Mother Fang brought out the toast and milk.
Breakfast in the Ji family had always been simple.
But today, Mother Fang’s voice was hoarse, and her puffy eyes looked as if she had cried the entire night.
Xia Ling glanced at Mother Fang, but she did not avoid her gaze.
She was acting like she was deliberately showing it to someone.
Ji Wenhan sat there with an indifferent expression. As he ate his breakfast, there was no extra expression in his eyes.
