The crackling sound made Huang Qiao feel depressed. She had been working on her masterpiece all morning, but was completely ruined by the old witch with just one unaccustomed word. She was unwilling to accept it, but she knew that it was useless even if she protested.
Because this is the Xiang family...
"I'm going to make Chinese food." Huang Qiao turned around and ran into the kitchen...
An hour later, she served steaming steamed buns with vegetarian fillings, porridge and pickles...
The old witch frowned: "Look what time it is now? It's almost nine o'clock. Is this still breakfast?"
"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time." Huang Qiao figured out the old lady's habits this time, and secretly made up her mind not to make any mistakes in the future.
The old witch picked up a small spoon and took a sip of the clear porridge, and immediately vomited it out: "It tastes terrible. It's so thick. Is it still clear porridge?"
"Then I'll do it again." Huang Qiao didn't even frown, because she had already thought of such a situation.
In short, Xiang Zichen's mother doesn't like him, and everyone here doesn't like him, but what does it matter?
"Michelle, call the driver, I want to go out to eat." The old witch gave the order seriously, and the butler immediately went to execute it.
In this home, Huang Qiao is like a superfluous person, at a loss...
Xiang Zichen smiled: "I have to go to work, you can chat slowly."
After that, he walked out with his head held high, as if all this had nothing to do with him, this was him. Even though he always had a smile on his face, he was actually the most indifferent person...
Thinking of the last time she was beaten with a cane, Huang Qiao realized how cold-blooded and ruthless Xiang Zichen was.
"What are you still doing? Pack your things and make them spotless before I come back, otherwise you will suffer." Mother Xiang glared at Huang Qiao fiercely, rolled her wheelchair and walked out the door.
Huang Qiao squatted on the ground and started to clean up the tragedy. After a while, she finished cleaning up, and there was an empty sound in her stomach, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet.
So she filled the remaining porridge and pickles with a small bowl, and she took a simple bite. In the kitchen, a weak figure squatted there.
Who would have thought that she was the young mistress of this wealthy family?
In fact, some things are far less glamorous than they appear on the outside...
"I can do it, I will definitely get through it." Huang Qiao whispered, comforting herself at the same time.
When her cell phone rang, she immediately answered it, thinking it was her parents, but it turned out to be Xiang Zichen...
"Put on your dress and accompany me to a party in the evening." Huang Qiao hung up the phone before she could finish speaking, as if it was an order.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Huang Qiao put on a white dress and was taken to the banquet venue by the driver, which was a high-end private club.
Xiang Zichen was already waiting for him at the door. Seeing her, Xiang Zichen showed a bright smile: "My dear, why are you here?"
Huang Qiao was slightly startled. She had never seen Xiang Zichen be so affectionate to her. Listening to the flashing lights around her, Huang Qiao realized that it turned out that he was just for show, playing the role of a good husband.
Holding Xiang Zichen's arm and walking all the way in, she attracted many eyes, but more of them were ridicules. She knew what those women said behind her back, that she was nothing more than a mistress, a bitch, and a woman who stole her sister's boyfriend.
"You'd better keep smiling and pretend that you are happy." Xiang Zichen warned in a low voice.
Huang Qiao forced a smile to face such accusations and ridicule...
"Qiao Qiao." A loud voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone. Huang Qiao saw Shen Dongcheng standing not far away wearing a suit and waving to her stupidly.