Chapter 8 The weather in the north is dry and harsh
Spots of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains and fell onto the bed.
It adds a hazy golden edge to the dim bedroom.
Mingzhu turned over.
The silk bedding made slight rustling sounds as she moved.
She let out a sigh of contentment.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
Mingzhu couldn't remember how long it had been since she had enjoyed such a peaceful and comfortable sleep.
Since she got married three years ago and settled in Beijing with Sheng Yuan, her sleeping condition has become worse and worse.
Perhaps it is this body that has been pampered by the climate and soil of the south of the Yangtze River.
It is really difficult to adapt to the dry and cold weather in the north.
It took me several months to get used to it.
But it’s only been one night since I returned to Shanghai.
It's as if a heavy burden has been lifted from the body.
Every cell relaxes and even breathing becomes easy.
Mingzhu reached out and rubbed her eyes, her fingertips touching the phone on the bedside table.
The screen lit up, and the glare made her squint slightly.
I looked at the time and it was almost noon.
Over the years, even though I have been undergoing the most expensive medical beauty treatments, I have been receiving professional treatments regularly.
She continued to sleep more and more lightly and wake up earlier and earlier.
Whenever she woke up early in the morning.
Sheng Yuan would always frown and turn over in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.
Later he simply moved to the guest room.
From sleeping in the same bed but having different dreams to living in separate rooms.
Then stay out all night.
How did this marriage come to this point?
She knows it better than anyone else.
There are traces of everything that indicates a relationship is fading.
She had seen how Sheng Yuan loved her.
That's why I know more clearly about Sheng Yuan's current changes.
There were more than a dozen missed calls, and Sheng Yuan's message only contained the threat he sent last night.
"Mingzhu, I hope to see you in Jing City tomorrow."
Mingzhu scoffed and put her phone upside down on the bedside table.
The cold countertop made her fingertips tremble slightly.
When I lowered my head, the purple bruise on my wrist came into view.
After a night, without applying any medicine, the bruises looked a little hideous.
Sheng Yuan's furious face appeared before his eyes again.
She subconsciously touched the bruise.
In the ten years of their marriage, he had never laid a hand on her.
After washing up, Mingzhu regained consciousness.
Then came the empty feeling in my stomach.
Mingzhu rubbed her flat belly in distress.
The Ming family no longer had a chef on call at all times, nor did they have considerate and attentive servants.
And she can't cook.
There are many convenient food delivery apps on the market now.
Mingzhu doesn't know how to use it at all.
Her meals were always carefully prepared by highly paid chefs.
It must meet the nutritionist's strict requirements and satisfy her taste.
In order to maintain her perfect figure, she has been strictly controlling her diet all year round.
At this time of day, Aunt Liu and the nutritionist would have already prepared lunch.
I haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.
Mingzhu could feel her limbs beginning to go weak.
I was too impulsive yesterday.
He actually asked the driver to go back to Beijing.
Mingzhu straightened the collar of her nightgown.
I decided to change my clothes and go downstairs to take a look.
She walked down the spiral staircase on the soft carpet.
The back of a man in the living room, who looked a little old but still dressed in a suit, made her stop instantly.
The old butler turned around after hearing footsteps.
His eyes suddenly widened, and his wrinkled face was full of disbelief.
"Miss!"
"Uncle Zhou?" Mingzhu looked at the white-haired old man in front of her with the same surprise.
"Didn't you return to Suzhou to retire?"
The old butler's eyes instantly became moist, and his trembling hands waved helplessly in the air.
"After the old man left..."
The words were choked on his lips.
He shouldn't have brought this up.
Although my heart aches every time I think of it.
But he knew that the person who was most sad after Mr. Ming left was the young lady.
"I can't bear to leave the Ming family,"
The old man pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his eyes.
"I've been in the Ming family all my life, and I came back last year. I just wanted to... come and see..."
He just wanted to stay here.
He has been with Mr. Ming for most of his life, but he has no children.
I have long regarded the Ming family as my own home.
The old housekeeper always thought about doing his best for the Ming family.
Until the day he could no longer move.
But after Mr. Ming left, the only eldest daughter married far away in Beijing.
The huge Ming family became empty, and no one needed him as the old housekeeper anymore.
Mingzhu's heart softened. She couldn't bear to see the old man sad anymore, so she changed the subject softly: "Uncle Zhou, I'm hungry."
The old butler immediately straightened his slightly hunched back, folded the handkerchief and put it back into his pocket.
The movements remain elegant and graceful.
"Miss, haven't you had lunch yet? I'll arrange it right away."
When he turned around, his steps suddenly became lighter, as if he had instantly become ten years younger.
Mingzhu looked at the old man's departing back, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her lips.
In this world, no one understands her preferences better than Uncle Zhou.
Even when my grandfather was alive, he was slightly inferior.
Lunch was delivered quickly.
It was cooked by Mingzhu's favorite chef.
After the master retired and left the Ming family.
He was poached and became the head chef of a top restaurant in Shanghai.
I have long stopped cooking myself.
But the old housekeeper called personally and said that he was preparing a meal for Miss Ming.
He had to save face and do it himself.
Logically speaking, Mingzhu hasn't tasted his cooking for many years.
He is old now and probably can't remember the young lady's taste preferences.
But Mingzhu was the most picky, yet the most generous customer he had ever met in his life.
Those detailed and demanding requirements have greatly improved his cooking skills.
It is imprinted in my mind and I probably won’t forget it for the rest of my life.
Mingzhu picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. When her tongue touched the familiar yet unfamiliar taste,
She paused, but finally swallowed it slowly.
The old butler noticed Mingzhu's subtle reaction and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
Those who are originally spoiled are the most picky and willful.
But now she can endure many things that she shouldn't have to endure without a single complaint.
"Miss, I've failed in my duty."
Mingzhu has not returned to Shanghai in the past two years.
The Shanghai market channel that supplied food raw materials to the Ming family was discontinued two years ago.
Over the years, Sheng Yuan has taken over the entire situation and directly transferred him to Beijing.
Mingzhu shook her head slightly and picked up another piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.
The old butler inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bruise on Mingzhu's wrist.
Suddenly he was horrified: "Miss! What's wrong with your wrist..."
The bruise on his wrist was particularly noticeable.
Mingzhu paused for a moment, but continued eating in silence.
"I'll go prepare the medicine box." The old housekeeper tactfully didn't ask any further questions, but said distressedly, "I'll give you medicine after the young lady finishes her meal."
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