Sir, How About A Marriage

Ye Xin did not get much sleep the entire night, and Jiang Jin woke her up early in the morning and dragged her to Zhuang Ji. Jiang Jin had said that she should learn how to manage Zhuang Ji as quickly as possible. However, instead of learning how to manage Zhuang Ji, she spent most of her time chatting with the employees and dealing with a few troublesome customers. With all these things, she was already very annoyed. Her mood worsened when she saw that b*tch, Liang Zhou, as soon as she returned to the house. Not only did Liang Zhou seem fine, but she even looked radiant. Did this not mean that Mu Qing did not give Liang Zhou a talking to when he went back last night?

Apart from that, Ye Xin also wondered what was wrong with Jiang Jin today. Everyone knew Jiang Jin disliked that b*tch, but for some reason, Jiang Jin was very friendly to that b*tch today.

Ye Xin almost lost her temper when she watched that b*tch brew tea using the method that Mu Qing taught her. She was even more convinced that Mu Qing and Liang Zhou had gotten along swimmingly last night. Moreover, she knew how skilled Mu Qing was at coaxing people. When she thought about how good Mu Qing was to that b*tch, she really could not endure it any longer.

Ye Xin threw her on the bed, lying on the blanket as she cried in frustration and anger.

‘How can he betray me? Didn’t he already admit that he loves me? How can he treat that b*tch so well?’

…

Liang Zhou took her leave after lunch.

Ye Xin stayed in her room and did not come downstairs again.

Liang Zhou was in a good mood when she left the Mu family house. Her head was held high, and her chest was puffed out. She felt like she had vented some of the anger in her heart today.

is nothing. Just you wait. I’ll snatch back everything you robbed from Song Ning and

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into the house, he smelled a strange smell. He stood at the entrance, trying to place the smell. After a moment, he finally realized

immediately. ‘What’s going

he returned home, the house smelled of alcohol;

he came back, it was the smell of alcohol. This time, it was the smell

Wen was kneeling on a futon in front of the statue with her eyes closed. She was muttering

watched for a while before he returned to the main

and greeted him

heard the surprise and concern in the helper’s voice, a mix of sourness and warmth rose in his heart. He did not expect the person who

of tea, he pointed to the side hall and asked, “How long has Madam been like

many days. Madam prays and recites the sutras devoutly every day. She’s said that the master told her that her heart has to be sincere and that she has to accumulate enough

“Where did she find

“I don’t know. Madam prohibited us from following her when she went out. Based on what I’ve heard, she should’ve met the master while she was praying to