Chapter Eighteen: The Second Young Mistress of the Han Family
go home?
Li Muxin only vaguely remembered Han Shilin mentioning the word "go home", so the villa he just left was not his home? Where was his home?
A pair of watery pale eyes blinked their eyelashes, looking through the glass window in the car, watching the unfamiliar luxurious door being opened, a seemingly endless avenue, surrounded by lush trees, leading to an unknown place.
direction.
He said this is his home.
But Li Muxin discovered that there was no trace of joy at home on that cold and arrogant man's face. Instead, there was a kind of heart-wrenching hatred that surfaced on his perfect face.
What is it that makes him hate this place so much?
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Getting out of the car, in front of me was a huge building that looked like a European-style castle in a movie. It was several times larger than Han Shilin's villa.
I lowered my head and thought, if I lived in a place like this, I would definitely get lost, and I wouldn't even be able to find my room.
"Come here!" Han Shilin's hand had no warmth and he just treated her like an object and dragged her into the door of the villa.
Standing at the door, his cold and low voice reminded her, "Remember, don't talk. Just do everything according to the contract, and they won't make things difficult for you."
Difficult?
Li Muxin sneered, was she still afraid of being embarrassed and wronged by others? Following this big devil around her was already the greatest misfortune in life. Is there anything more unbearable than this?
The door was pushed open——
"Second Young Master, Second Young Master-Nai, you are back."
Li Muxin did not expect that when he opened the door, there were actually five servants in white servant uniforms standing on the left and right of the door, bowing neatly to greet him. This kind of scene may only be seen in TV dramas.
Now, she had experienced the rich life of a young nanny, but she couldn't laugh.
The magnificent decoration makes the seven or eight-meter-high living room splendidly decorated, with crystal chandeliers, exquisite carvings on the walls, and a huge oil painting attached to the wall, demonstrating the owner's taste.
"Lin, come here."
There were many people sitting on the big sofa in the distance. Li Muxin looked around and found that except for the middle-aged man who just called Han Shilin, everyone else was looking at herself and Han Shilin standing at the door with cold eyes.
At this moment, Han Shilin had already put on a mask of elegance and humility, just like the gentleman Li Muxin had just met a month ago. An elegant smile slightly raised on his handsome face, and then he gently held Li Muxin's hand and walked toward the living room.
Go to the center.
In front of the sofa, the two stopped.
When Han Shilin was about to sit down with Li Muxin, a woman's voice interrupted them.
"It's not the first time you've married into our Han family. Don't you know you have to serve tea?"
Li Muxin was startled, and her pale face became even more pale. She slowly moved her gaze to a lady sitting on the sofa, leaning against the middle-aged man who had just called Han Shilin over.
I thought to myself that the middle-aged man should be Han Shilin's father Han Ziwan, so the person beside him should be his wife?
The clever servant quickly held the tea and handed it to Li Muxin. After taking it with his delicate hand, Li Muxin lowered his head and handed it to the woman.
"Mom, please use the tea." The voice was very soft, and it was not like she didn't feel the woman's cold eyes.
However, what she just said made her even more unhappy.
"Bang -" a crisp sound of fragments split the air, and the hot tea spilled on Li Muxin's hand.
"Ah..." She gritted her teeth in pain and looked at the woman in confusion.