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Yinsheng sat on pins and needles, feeling as if she were sitting atop a bed of nails.
Only at this moment did she truly understand what people meant by “a powerful presence.” The noblewoman before her exuded an aura of arrogance, elegance, and inviolability that made Yinsheng unconsciously feel a sense of awe.
This wasn’t something innate—it was the result of years spent mastering wealth, power, status, and reputation. It was a sense of superiority that seemed to be etched into her very bones!
No wonder Zhao Yicheng had told her in advance not to be nervous, and to keep calm.
In the original plan, she was just supposed to be a background prop, let Zhao Yicheng talk to his mother while she played the role of a shy little girlfriend, chiming in with a few words every now and then.
But halfway through, the ex-girlfriend—no, the aunt—swooped in out of nowhere and forcibly dragged Zhao Yicheng away, leaving plenty of private space for the remaining two.
Meng Aunt set down her coffee cup, elegantly dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin, and finally looked up at Yinsheng, her tone laced with a noble air: “Your name?”
“Yinsheng.” Because she was so nervous, Yinsheng accidentally gave her real name, not the fake identity Zhao Yicheng had prepared for her beforehand.
“Hmm?” Meng Aunt raised her eyebrows slightly.
“H-he…” Yinsheng quickly improvised, “He gave me that name. He said I look a lot like someone he once knew.”
“Indeed.” Meng Aunt looked her over carefully, then tapped her cheek lightly with her fingertips. “You really do look like that kid from the Xu family. If I didn’t know the situation with those two from the Xu family, even I might believe they had a daughter besides their son.”
Yinsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, she was using her original face today, otherwise it wouldn’t have been so easy to get by.
“It’s been nearly two years. It seems Acheng still can’t forget him.”
The woman spoke as she drew her hand back, picked up her coffee, and took a small sip. “I know what your real relationship with Acheng is.
“Tell me, besides Acheng, how many women are there in the villa?”
“…” Yinsheng.
She hadn’t expected the other party to be so direct, skipping even the smallest pleasantries and getting straight to the point.
Say it? But how?
Should she say: Actually, there are just me and Zhao Yicheng in the villa, and I’m the ‘good brother’ your son can’t forget, only now I’ve changed gender and been locked up here.
Meng Aunt, for the sake of my parents overseas, why don’t you persuade your mentally unstable, frequently unpredictable son to let me go?
Even if Meng Aunt believed her, Zhao Yicheng would never let her off after this conversation!
This very morning, he’d personally made her swallow a Mysterious Black Technology Capsule, and he was probably listening in right now with a Bluetooth Headset.
“Um, including me, there are twenty-two people in total, in charge of Zhao—” The woman’s sharp gaze swept over, and Yinsheng fell silent instantly.
Fine, being a Pet meant having a certain awareness.
A Pet absolutely shouldn’t call their Master by name.
As expected of his real mother—they really were cut from the same cloth.
She remembered that in the past, Zhao Yicheng would say similar things, smiling as he locked her into the iron cage.
Yinsheng shrank her neck.
“We’re all responsible for the Master’s daily life,” she forced herself to say, “But the Master, because of work, usually has lunch at the office.”
Meng Aunt nodded slightly and asked again, “What is your role among these twenty-two people?” “Manager.”
“Because I look most like the Master’s lost acquaintance,” Yinsheng bowed her head, “so I’m in charge of managing all the affairs of the villa while the Master is at work.”
Meng Aunt was silent for a moment, then said, “I only have one son.”
Hmm? This line sounded familiar. Was she about to give her five million to leave her son?
“Take good care of him.” Ah! Yinsheng was thoroughly disappointed.
Not even the classic five-million scene, sigh.
Life wasn’t easy. Yinsheng was despondent.
They talked for about an hour, covering all aspects of Zhao Yicheng’s daily life, mental state, and health.
Once Meng Aunt left with her Crocodile Leather Bag, Zhao Yicheng was finally released by his aunt, Meng Zixin. He came back carrying bags in both hands, looking as if he’d been dragged to a street market.
He put the bags down and took a seat beside Yinsheng.
“Damn, finally done. Your mom is really tough to handle.” Yinsheng rolled her stiff neck. “She grilled me about everything, really thought I was an encyclopedia.”
Zhao Yicheng leaned in and started massaging her shoulders and back. “Xiaoyin, you’ve worked hard. I’ll make you braised pork ribs tonight.”
‘I want spicy fish too.’
“Sure.”
Yinsheng narrowed her eyes, enjoying the man’s service with a clear conscience.
“Xiaoyin.” “Hmm?”
“You just said something about having dated my aunt—what’s that all about?” Zhao Yicheng’s hands kneaded her fragrant shoulders, his touch a bit rough, but ultimately gentle—never making her uncomfortable.
Yinsheng, enjoying the massage, leaned into his arms, her body shifting just a little.
“It was when you went abroad for treatment. Didn’t I tell you? I met a pretty college girl at the beach in Binhai City, we went out a few times, then broke up because it got boring.” “By the way, how old is your aunt this year?”
Zhao Yicheng thought for a moment. “Just turned 25, she’s in grad school.”
“No wonder she was always reading.” Yinsheng muttered.
A few years back, when she was still in Binhai City, she’d relied on a combination of money, romance guides, and the encouragement of her mischievous friends to win the girl’s heart—only to find after a few dates that some people, like moon in water or flowers in a mirror, were only to be admired from afar, not touched.
All their dates were in the Library! Spent every day there, not a single bit of fun!
Yinsheng had decisively broken up, citing incompatible personalities!
“Oh right,” Yinsheng suddenly remembered something. She turned to Zhao Yicheng: “Your mom…”
“My parents’ relationship isn’t great, but as public figures, they both have normal orientations, and live fairly decent lives.” Zhao Yicheng paused, then added, “At least my mother does.”
“No, I wasn’t asking if you thought I wanted to date your mom,” Yinsheng said, exasperated.
“I just meant, your mom really loves you. Not like my parents, who’d probably just offer me a Cyberspace Incense Offering after I die. At this point, I’m starting to think they’ve already opened a Reborn Account somewhere else.”
“Thank you. I have a place in her heart,” Zhao Yicheng said softly.
“She also has her own dreams to pursue.” “What kind of Dream Root?”
“Dream of Piano Diva.”
“She married my dad for that step. Likewise, I support her in freely pursuing her own dreams.”
“Damn, I used to think the two of us were fellow sufferers—parents but no love, nothing but money, didn’t care at all. Turns out, your mom actually cares about you.”
“So, I’m the only pitiful one—no one to love me, no one to spoil me, and now I don’t even have a little money left.”
“You still have me. I love you.”
“Get lost~”
“If you’d just pursue me like a normal person, maybe you’d be allowed to say that.”
After the playful bickering, Yinsheng sprawled across the table, then called out toward the White-clad Attendant at the door:
“Service Staff, Menu please.”
The White-clad Attendant brought over the Menu, and even gave a polite bow.
Yinsheng flipped open the Golden Menu in her hand.
She had to admit, a High-end Café really did live up to its name—they sold more than just Coffee.
But…
“You call this fried rice?”
Yinsheng stared wide-eyed at the plate before her, adorned with green scallions, packed with the essence of Abalone, Sea Cucumber, Lobster, and Wagyu Beef, and given the attention-grabbing name Luxury Supreme Fried Rice. But… the portion was tiny!
This wasn’t a matter of whether or not it was filling—Yinsheng scooped one spoonful, and a third of the rice was gone.
“Yes, madam,” the White-clad Attendant replied politely.
“May I ask—has your Chef trained at Imperial Capital Culinary Academy by any chance?”
“Yes, madam. Allow me to introduce—our head chef, Li Jack, is—”
“Enough.” Yinsheng made a stopping gesture, then turned to Zhao Yicheng, pointed toward the kitchen, and gave her order.
“You, go make me a bowl of fried rice.”
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