When Mu Xiaocheng woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
Ji Huaishen wasn't there; he must have gone to work.
Mu Xiaocheng casually put on a pair of cotton slippers and went downstairs.
In the living room, the servants were cleaning, and some were preparing lunch.
Mu Xiaocheng made herself a cup of oatmeal and, while drinking it, searched for Sister Zhuang's figure.
I searched everywhere, but couldn't find anyone.
Where did Sister Zhuang go?
She was thinking of telling her that she wanted to eat the dishes she cooked for lunch today.
"Madam, what are you looking for?"
A maid noticed that Mu Xiaocheng seemed to be looking for something and couldn't help but ask.
Mu Xiaocheng looked at the maid in front of her, took a sip of her cereal, and asked, "Where's Aunt Zhuang? Didn't she come today?"
The maid wiped her hands on the apron in front of her, a hint of heartache appearing on her dark face.
She sighed and said, "Sister Zhuang took the day off today, saying she wasn't feeling well."
Are you feeling unwell?
Mu Xiaocheng immediately thought of the "domestic violence" she had heard about in Houyuan that day.
Could it be that Sister Zhuang was abused by her husband again?
"Madam, there's something everyone's been talking about. I don't think this should bother you, but I know you're a good person and have never acted like a mistress of the house. You're kind to us servants too."
Mu Xiaocheng raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
"Everyone's saying that Sister Zhuang's husband is immoral, often beating and scolding her, and taking money to fool around."
“I’ve been working with Sister Zhuang for a while now, and she’s really pitiful. You’re a saint, please help her.”
The maid in front of her spoke with great emotion, and Mu Xiaocheng could tell from her expression that she also felt sorry for Aunt Zhuang.
"Okay, I understand."
Mu Xiaocheng nodded, unsure if she could be of any help.
But she is a rational person, and if Sister Zhuang is really being abused, she will definitely help her.
If not, then that's a different story.
Upon hearing about the domestic violence incident involving Sister Zhuang, Mu Xiaocheng suddenly thought of Ji Huaishen from last night.
She reached out and touched her lips.
It still hurts a bit.
Did Ji Huaishen's actions last night constitute domestic violence?
However, on second thought, that probably isn't the case.
After all, he carried her all the way back last night.
Ji Huaishen's temperament is unpredictable. What if they really get together in the future?
Will he abuse her?
The mere thought of domestic violence terrified Mu Xiaocheng.
She couldn't beat Ji Huaishen, what if he really committed domestic violence?
That's terrifying!
Mu Xiaocheng shook her head, banishing those unrealistic thoughts from her mind.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
Her stomach started rumbling; she was so hungry.
Mu Xiaocheng finished the oatmeal in her cup, but was still hungry.
I want to eat hot food.
Although a chef was preparing lunch, Mu Xiaocheng felt that her palate had become too picky.
I don't want to eat what the chef makes.
Just then, Ji Huaishen returned.
Shang Qi followed behind him, carrying a briefcase and a laptop.
Ji Huaishen was dressed in a black handmade suit, with a tall and straight posture and handsome, three-dimensional features.
With just one glance, he saw Mu Xiaocheng in the living room.
He strode towards her, and Mu Xiaocheng pursed her lips: "Why are you back?"
Usually, Ji Huaishen doesn't go home for lunch, does he?
"Cook."
He took off his suit jacket and spoke calmly with a blank expression.
Cook for her?
Mu Xiaocheng looked at him in surprise, only to see the tall and handsome man take the apron handed to him by the maid and stride towards the kitchen.
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