Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Surprising.

Even though she was laughing, Mu Wan'an felt chills down her spine. She managed to maintain her composure, and said with a light smile:
"Well, I will definitely go."

Seeing what she said, Ning smiled slightly, and her eyes seemed to be fixed on Mu Wan'an:
"That's good."

"Tsk tsk, after getting rid of two people I hate at once, this villa is finally completely ours."

Chen Xinxue, who was wearing a grand red dress, brushed her specially curled long hair, she was very satisfied with everything in front of her.

Standing at the stairs on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine, she looked down at the orderly servants downstairs, and said arrogantly:
"God knows, I'm the legitimate hostess here. You'd better be respectful to me and peace, or I can fire you at any time."

Everyone knew that she was reminding them that those who reported to Mu Wanan last time did not speak, but remained silent.

The dining room has been gradually arranged to the effect she wanted, Chen Xinxue nodded with satisfaction, she took a small sip of red wine, today is an important start for her.

In the past few years, she has had enough of living abroad. What kind of love... How important is this comfortable and luxurious life?

At night, the entire Song family villa was plunged into darkness, only a few lights were on, and long white candles were lit in the dining room. The servant's face was hidden in the darkness, which looked a little weird.

The founder and heroine of this candlelight dinner didn't feel wrong at all, she just sat quietly behind the dining table, looking forward to the man's return.

Song Bingjue, who had returned to the villa, had already received Chen Xinxue's fanfare from the housekeeper. He walked slowly into the darkness and looked at the woman who looked extraordinarily gentle by the candlelight:

"What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"What do you mean? We are husband and wife, what's the matter with having fun as a couple?"

With a reproachful voice, Chen Xinxue stood up from the seat swayingly, and walked him step by step:
"I just want to celebrate with you. Now, we are the only family in this house. Aren't you happy?"

As she said that, she looked at him pitifully, her eyes were extraordinarily radiant.

"family?"

Can't help but sneer, Song Bingjue thought of his plan, and there was not much rejection on his face:

"What on earth are you trying to say? It's really just a simple dinner?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be disgusted, Chen Xinxue's eyes flashed with joy, and then she became more gentle:

"What else? We are husband and wife, can I still harm you?"

Surrounded by her, Song Bingjue sat down at the table graciously, and then looked at her with a half-smile:
"If a woman wants to hurt someone, it's really hard to guard against. What do you think?"

These words clearly meant something, the tenderness on Chen Xinxue's face couldn't help but stagnate, and then said:

"Don't say such things to me, I'm timid, I feel a little scared."

"You haven't done anything wrong, what's more, you are my wife, so you are naturally towards me, aren't you?"

Seeing that she seemed to be really frightened, Song Bingjue turned his eyes back to the steak in front of him, and seeing that it was fried so well, he said:

"Is the chef I hired with a high salary of this level? Who is cooking today?"

The housekeeper who was standing by the wall with his hands folded came out of the darkness, and said with a serious look:
"Today, Ms. Chen fried the steak herself. We can't persuade you, so the dishes on the table are very ordinary. If the husband is not satisfied, we will put the spare dishes on the table now."

What Miss Chen!

Hearing what the old housekeeper called her, Chen Xinxue's eyes turned cold, but she still looked at Song Bingjue pitifully:
"Bingjue, I made this specially for you. I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time. If you don't do well, don't be disgusted."

Glancing at Chen Xinxue with a guilty expression on his face, Song Bingjue picked up the fork and forked the steak, "It's so old, it's like poison."

Hearing his words, Chen Xinxue couldn't help but hold her breath, and she smiled nervously:
"What are you talking about? You are my husband, and I will count on you for the rest of my normal life."

"That's right. No matter how stupid you are, you probably won't be able to do such a thing."

After barely cutting a piece, Song Bingjue stopped when he was about to put it in his mouth, and Chen Xinxue asked quickly:
"What's the matter Bingjue? Is it because my cooking is not delicious? It makes you lose your appetite?"

She is so sneaky, even an ignorant child would feel that something is wrong, let alone Song Bingjue who felt something wrong with her early in the morning.

He just tapped on the table lightly, looked at the steak in front of Chen Xinxue, "Why don't you eat it? You've been busy all afternoon, are you hungry too?"

Hearing Song Bingjue's long-lost concern, Chen Xinxue smiled happily, and quickly picked up the knife and fork:
"You know, my thoughts are on you..."

While she was shooting the steak with her head down, Song Bingjue looked at the piece of veal he forked up, with a slight glint in his eyes.

Chewing when she looked up, just in time to see him chewing.

"Your steak seems a little too old."

"is it?"

Chen Xinxue, who just swallowed it and tasted blood, was annoyed that her steak was not cooked, when she heard Song Bingjue's words, she felt relieved:
"I'll pay attention later."

Seeing him take a few mouthfuls, Chen Xinxue's eyes lit up with joy, and she poured red wine for Song Bingjue graciously, with tenderness in her eyes:
"Bingjue, there are some things I've always wanted to tell you since I came back. But, I know that I have caused you a lot of harm in the past few years of my absence. If I tell you this as soon as I come back, you will definitely not listen. "

"Just say what you want to say."

Looking at the woman with self-blame written all over her face, Song Bingjue was a little absent-minded. Now that this woman is talking about feelings with him, does she really think she knows nothing about her?
"I left you... because I thought I was terminally ill."

According to the rhetoric that he had thought about when he was in Italy, Chen Xinxue suddenly had a large swath of fog, as if he was really heartbroken:

"After giving birth to Ping Ping, I thought I was running out of time. I wanted to accompany this child to grow up, and I didn't want to drag you down, so I asked the nurses in the hospital to help and exchanged the child."

"You've told me all this before."

The woman in the red V-neck long dress has tears on her face, and the gully on her chest looks more seductive and sexy under the flickering candlelight:

"I just want to tell you that I really didn't leave you on purpose. Although we were just married back then, we still had a good relationship... Thinking about it now, there was something wrong with that inspection report, and someone must have moved on Hands and feet are what kept us apart for so many years."

If it was a normal man, seeing such a lively beauty crying so sadly, he would definitely not be able to hold back, he would step forward to hug her and comfort her softly.

But the man opposite her just smiled coldly, as if he had listened, but also didn't seem to:
"Whether it's intentional or not is not important to me."

"Bingjue?"

Not knowing whether her prosecution would have any effect, Chen Xinxue looked at him anxiously, waiting for the final judgment to come.

"I should have told you when we got married."

The silver knife and fork was turning in his hand. Under the candlelight, the knife and fork had a cold luster under the light, and Song Bingjue's picturesque and delicate eyebrows looked extraordinarily cold:

"We got married just because Song Zhenguo wanted to support the Chen family, and we married you just to make an explanation for both parties. However, everyone should be responsible for their own choices. I mean, do you understand?"

"Bingjue, I just hope you can forgive my mistakes... I, I don't quite understand, if you really think I'm unforgivable, I can't help it."

Weeping silently, Chen Xinxue put down the knife and fork, covered her face and cried, but she watched his every move closely from the corner of her eyes.

Song Bingjue picked up the red wine she poured for himself, and gently shook the goblet in his hand. His eyes looked at the red wine that had been shaken to a different color, and his tone was no longer as cold as before:
"If you can be Mrs. Song obediently, don't think about making troubles. I will give you everything that should be given to you."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Xinxue's eyes lit up, but her face was still soft and weak:
"I promise, Bingjue, I won't cause you any trouble. I don't have any other ideas now, I just want to follow you well."

"So much the better."

He didn't expose her poor acting skills, and Song Bingjue didn't intend to continue dealing with her. He got up and went upstairs. When he reached the stairs on the second floor, he frowned:

"Also, I hope to do less of such things in the future. My time is precious, and I don't want to waste it on boring things like candlelight dinners, understand?"

"Yes, I won't be like this in the future."

With joy in her tone, Chen Xinxue wiped away the tears on her face. After seeing Song Bingjue walk into the room, her eyes fell on the steak he had eaten a few bites, and then turned to the butler with a mean face.

"What did you mean by what you said to Bingjue just now? Are you implying that the things I make are poisonous?"

When the housekeeper spoke just now, Chen Xinxue's heart was hanging in her throat. She looked at the housekeeper coldly and said contemptuously:
"You have also seen Bingjue's attitude towards me. I am the legitimate hostess of this family. You'd better be careful with me!"

"Miss Chen, there is no ghost in my heart, why should I be afraid of what others say?"

Hearing her difficult words, the expression on the old butler's face did not change at all, and she replied neither humble nor humble.

Before Chen Xinxue could speak, the old housekeeper ordered the people standing beside him:

"Sir, the meal is over. Hurry up and tidy up the place as it was. Don't do this again in the future."