C3 I'm the Young Madam

"Madam, please go downstairs. "

Muh Nuannuan did not make a sound. She did not know who the person in front of the bed was calling.

Young Madam, what a strange name.

A large part of the blanket was ripped open.

Young Madam, please get up. Madam is waiting for you in the living room downstairs.

The sudden strong light forced Muh Nuannuan to squint her eyes.

This time, she could take a seat.

From today onwards, she would be the young mistress of Murong family.

"You go out first. I'll go out first. I'll be right down. . . . "The naked Muh Nuannuan's face turned red, as if the other party had seen her naked embarrassment.

" Hurry up, Madam still needs to go to the sanatorium. " Just as she finished speaking, the door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

He could tell that the messenger seemed to be holding back his anger.

Gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, Muh Nuannuan slowly sat up. Her pajamas and her morning clothes were torn into pieces. She threw them on the floor in front of the bed one by one.

It was a mess, as if he had been robbed.

Seeing such a scene, Muh Nuannuan's aggrieved face turned red again.

In order to cover the wounds on her body, Muh Nuannuan picked up a high collar long-sleeved shirt and finally put it on. The door was pushed open again and an expressionless flatbread face rushed in. "So slow? Do you think I am fine? Three invites and four invites?"

Muh Nuannuan shyly looked up and saw that the person in front of her who spoke quickly and concisely with a trace of anger was a middle-aged woman.

She had a tall figure, rough facial features, and two thick and thick eyebrows. She looked like two dead silkworms. If he wasn't wearing a pair of floral pants. . . If he wasn't wearing short hair that matched his ears. . . Muh Nuannuan thought of him as a man.

Muh Nuannuan did not know his identity. So she did not know how to address him.

Muh Nuannuan was very unhappy that this woman was so rude, but she did not show it. Instead, she smiled calmly and stood up.

However, every step she took caused her brows to knit together in pain. Every part of her body seemed to be tightly connected with an iron wire. She could not bear to be pulled even a little bit.

The moment she hobbled out of the room, Muh Nuannuan subconsciously looked back and found that the door leading to the suite was tightly closed.

The living room downstairs was very large and very European. A circle of rice and white patterned sofas were lazily placed around the room and in the middle of the east wall. There was actually a fireplace burning with flames. On the wall facing the floor-to-ceiling window, there was an oil painting of Van Gogh. The main theme of the painting was sparkling blue and bright yellow. It showed. . . Under the pressure of the dark clouds, fear, oppression, shock. . . The storm that foreshadowed disaster was about to arrive. The three paths extended in three directions, and the end of the path was full of confusion and gloominess. . .

Muh Nuannuan glanced at it and turned her head. Of course she knew the name of this painting. It was called the wheat field flock of ravens. Don't forget, she had learned to draw since she was young. Furthermore, she knew that Van Gogh committed suicide a few days after he drew this painting.

Murong Yunze, a man with a successful career background, why would he hang such a dark painting in the living room?

Muh Nuannuan's heart was filled with pain, and a touch of terror slowly rose in her heart.

"Warm, you're up?"

A soft and weak cry was heard.

Some of the straight-looking eyes slowly swept across the household appliances from the famous Italian brands. Finally, they landed on a person in the corner.

That person was leaning against the corner of the window, slightly bowing his weak body. A faint smile appeared on his gaunt face, just like the autumn lotus in the pond, silent and decadent.

Muh Nuannuan endured the pain and hurriedly walked over. Because of her panic and embarrassment, she almost knocked over the basin full of lush branches and leaves.

In exchange, the tomb-like woman behind her coughed unhappily.

"Mrs Jin, go ahead. I have a few words to say with Young Madam. "

The person on the rocking chair spoke.

Sigh.

Judging from the way she addressed him, this tomboy might very well be this family's maid.

Strange, A maid actually dared to be so impudent to the new mistress?

Could it be that it was Murong Yunze who instigated it?

Mother. . . Mother. . .

It was not easy to force the sigh out of his throat.

Her face instantly turned completely red.

"Come, come sit beside me. " Slowly, a hand that was like a bird's claw reached over and gently grabbed Muh Nuannuan's small hand.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I got up late. "

Muh Nuannuan muttered.

She did not forget the instructions from her mother last night.

Her mother, who rarely interacted with her, actually forgave and nagged at her for the whole night. Her mother said that although the Murong family invited a maid, this family was very traditional. Therefore, it was best for the new wife to get up early and prepare breakfast for the elders.

Muh Nuannuan lowered her head and very carefully and quietly moved to the single sofa by the rocking chair and sat down. From the corner of her eyes, she was very embarrassed and very curious as she locked onto this person called "Granny. "

Granny was very thin and very old. She was a fifty-two year old person. She looked to be more than sixty years old. Her face was so thin that it looked like a melon strip. It was sallow and dull. It was full of wrinkles like a car tire, and her cheeks were stuck in it. It formed two big holes. His eyes were big, but they were lifeless. He looked like a blind man. His mouth was very small, and he looked very charming. However, his lips were dry and noisy, as if they were stained with red blood. . .

He knew that his grandmother was a patient who had been bedridden for a long time, but he did not know that she was such a skeleton patient. During yesterday's wedding, her mother-in-law only appeared for a few minutes. After receiving the tea that Muh Nuannuan offered, she left.

"Warm. Yunze's father did not attend your wedding. I hope you don't mind. "

Muh Nuannuan shook her head and said with a gentle smile, "I know father has work to do. It's okay. "

Eunuch Murong Chengfeng went to the Central Party School to study, so naturally he could not rush back to attend the wedding.

What a reasonable and good child.

Granny pursed her thin lips and smiled weakly, as if she had used a lot of strength.

"Warm, is Yunze good to you?"

Muh Nuannuan was stunned. Tears of grievance immediately filled her eyes.

She turned her head and only replied after a long time. "Okay. . . "

Hao Jingya faintly sighed.

"To be honest, when Yunze proposed to marry you, I don't agree. You two have only known each other for less than a month and you are already talking about marriage. This seems to be a bit too much. Of course, I can see that. . . You are a good child, smart and intelligent. Yunze is in such a hurry to marry you. I suppose he is worried that someone else would beat him to it? Logically speaking, no matter what, he has to wait for your father-in-law to return from Beijing to hold the wedding. "

There seemed to be a hint of reproach in Granny's words.

Muh Nuannuan also did not expect that she would enter the wedding hall so quickly. Now, it seemed like she was being led by a ghost into hell.

Her hatred towards her parents became even stronger.

"Warm. As for me, I have something to tell you before I leave. Although this is the first time our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have seen each other alone, I have fallen in love with you at first glance. You won't blame this old hag for being too rude, will you? "

" Mom is treating me as an outsider. If you have anything to say, just tell me. Please don't stand on ceremony, Mom. " Muh Nuannuan carefully said and looked up at her mother-in-law's dry bark-like face. A trace of pity flowed through her heart, "Mother just said that she wanted to leave this home?"

Yes, you might not know. I have been staying in the provincial military police sanatorium for many years. I came back this time to attend your wedding. Now that the ceremony is done, I have to go back to the sanatorium.

So that's how it is.

Looking at the huge space, Muh Nuannuan felt an unprecedented panic. Once her mother-in-law left, the only ones left in the house were herself, the devil like Murong Yunze, and the black-faced, black-mouthed middle-aged woman, Mrs Jin.