"Uncle Lu asked Brother Zhendong to take care of me."
Su Shiqing had a pretty face.
Her whole body exuded the smell of not caring about anyone. Not only did she look down on Xu Mianmian, but she also had no intention of taking the initiative to please Wen Qian. Why should she please a stepdaughter who had no blood relationship with the Lu family.
She doesn't like herself anyway.
Wen Qian really didn't like Su Shiqing. No matter how good-looking some people were, the first impression they gave people was that they didn't like them. Without a single extra word, she asked the housekeeper to arrange a room for Su Shiqing.
"Just live on the first floor."
There are many rooms in the Lu residence. Wen Qian, Lu Zhendong and Xu Mianmian all live on the second floor, and the servants live on the first floor. It can be said that the second floor is a relatively private space for the owner. Another reason is that Su Shiqing's legs are still hurting. Wearing a plaster, it is inconvenient to climb up and down on the second floor.
But Su Shiqing thought Wen Qian was deliberately ostracizing her.
"I don't live on the first floor!"
"The servants in my family only live on the first floor. I'm here as a guest. Why should I live with a bunch of servants? Wen Qian, is this how you treat guests?"
"Miss Su."
Wen Qian stared at Su Shiqing calmly.
"You also know that you are a guest. Since you are a guest, you must obey the host's arrangements. Also, I would like to remind you that everyone in this family is equal. If you are here to show off your power, Sorry, you are not welcome here."
This was said without any mercy.
Su Shiqing's eyes widened in surprise.
She has already revealed her identity. She is the second young lady of the Su family. How dare Wen Qian still talk to her like this?
"Do you know who I am?"
"I know."
Wen Qian didn't shy away from it: "The second young lady of the Xiangjiang Su family, does it have anything to do with me?"
Su Shiqing choked.
She was really confused by Wen Qian's straightforwardness and didn't know how to answer. Finally, she glared at Wen Qian angrily and followed the housekeeper to the guest room on the first floor.
Suddenly there was an uninvited guest at home, and Wen Qian felt bad all over.
She wanted to buy a ticket directly to Pengcheng to find Zhou Shilin, but she was worried about Xu Mianmian. With Su Shiqing's defiant, arrogant and domineering temperament, she might not be able to bully Xu Mianmian when she left.
Xu Mianmian was also uncomfortable.
I always feel that Su Shiqing is just here for me.
Fortunately, the first day passed peacefully. When Lu Zhendong came back in the evening, Su Shiqing's performance began.
"Brother Zhendong, you are back~"
She walked out of the room lamely and on crutches, her eyes still red, as if she had just cried.
Lu Zhendong frowned: "Why are you here?"
I was out all day today, and I didn't know about the telegram from the old house. The housekeeper simply dictated the contents of the telegram, which made his eyebrows twist into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
Okay.
They all brought out old men to suppress him.
He suppressed his impatience and looked at Su Shiqing, with a thin voice: "Is your leg okay?"
"Something's wrong, it hurts."
Su Shiqing put on a pitiful look and coquettishly. She knew that Lu Zhendong was the worst offender. Deep down, he was a very chauvinistic man who liked women to be attached to her.
So she became more and more delicate and soft.
Lu Zhendong ignored it.
He glanced at Su Shiqing coolly: "If it hurts, just stay in the house and don't go out and run around."
The sweet smile on Su Shiqing's face disappeared immediately.
She didn't seem to expect that Lu Zhendong would shame herself in front of Wen Qian, Xu Mianmian and the family's servants. Her delicate little face turned white and red, somewhat embarrassed.
"Brother Zhendong..."
Lu Zhendong stopped looking at him and turned to talk to Wen Qian and Xu Mianmian. Especially when facing Xu Mianmian, his eyes showed softness unconsciously. She had seen this kind of look before.
Just not to her.
But to her sister.
so--
Is Lu Zhendong really attracted to Xu Mianmian, a second-hand commodity?
For a moment, the jealousy in Su Shiqing's heart could no longer be suppressed.
She stared silently at the laughing figures for a while, turned around and slowly returned to her room, and did not come out again all night.
Lu Zhendong is also very 'fulfilling his responsibilities'.
Follow the old man's instructions, take good care of Su Shiqing, adopt the policy of ignoring and indifferent, and leave Su Shiqing alone. Fortunately, Su Shiqing is thick-skinned, otherwise Wen Qian or Xu Mianmian would have been left alone long ago. Can't go down anymore.
It seems that being thick-skinned is also a special skill.
Had lunch.
Wen Qian went upstairs to take a nap. She sighed while lying on the bed. It seemed difficult to watch other people's pregnancy. Just a pregnancy reaction could kill half of expectant mothers' lives. She was fine. It tasted delicious. Don't tell me. There are no pregnancy symptoms, and my appetite has become amazing.
Except for a slight bulge in the lower abdomen, there was no change at all.
That's fine too.
Hopefully it will last until unloading day.
Took a nap.
Wen Qian walked downstairs slowly. The living room was very quiet. Except for the servants who were busy in the kitchen, Su Shiqing was sitting alone on the sofa reading a book. However, the book did not turn a page for a long time. At first glance, it was just pretending. .
The two ignored each other.
Su Shiqing put down her book and shouted to the busy servant in the kitchen: "Make me a cup of malted milk."
soon.
The servant came out with a tray.
The sweetness of the malted milk overflowed instantly, and Su Shiqing frowned in disgust: "This taste is too sweet. How much did you put in it? Forget it, I'll make it myself."
With that said, he stood up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.
Not long after, he walked out with a cup of malted milk. He took a sip as he walked and sighed, "The malted milk I made myself still has a familiar taste. Wen Qian, do you want me to make a cup for you?"
"unnecessary."
Wen Qian doesn't have the habit of drinking malted milk in the afternoon.
Like Xu Mianmian, she would have a cup of malted milk for breakfast. The malted milk in the 1980s was very pure and tasted sweeter than milk.
Seeing Wen Qian refuse.
Su Shiqing paid no attention to it, her gaze fell on the malted milk jar on the countertop through the glass door of the kitchen, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved.
The next day.
Breakfast time.
Wen Qian got up late. When she went downstairs, Lu Zhendong had already gone out. Xu Mianmian was having breakfast. When he saw her coming down, he smiled and said, "Get up. Breakfast is still warm for you. I'll make you a cup of wheat milk." Refined."
With that said, Wen Qian went to the kitchen without waiting for a response.
Su Shiqing, who was quietly drinking porridge beside her, flashed her eyes, and her eyes slowly filled with excitement. Drink, drink more, and you won't be able to spit it out after drinking it.
She was just waiting to see the show.
Not long after.
Xu Mianmian made malted milk and put it on the tray. A small bowl of steamed egg custard, a cut of corn, a small sweet potato and a stack of stir-fried spinach were placed on the tray to ensure nutrition without over-nutrition.
Very suitable for pregnant women to eat.
"Thank you Mianmian."
Wen Qian sat down and was about to drink malted milk when she suddenly smelled a faint pungent smell. It was so slight that it would be difficult for people with a dull sense of smell to smell it.
