Allow her to be pampered

Chi Rong closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a closer look at the layout of the room.

This is probably Wu Qingzhi's usual office use. Although it is a suite, it is not small.

The interior of the house is naturally decorated in Western style, with layers of velvet curtains and lace gauze, dark wood-colored tables, chairs and bookcases, a wheat-colored fireplace, and a beautiful woman with wavy patterns placed in front of the window.

Facing the fireplace was a cot of maroon lacquer and gilt, covered with a Simmons mattress.

Next to it is a narrow cabinet of the same color. When it is opened, there are still a few brand new ties hanging inside.

Chi Rong chose two cheongsams that she often wears from the suitcase and hung them in, took out her shoes and socks, closed the suitcase, and pushed it under the bed.

She doesn't recognize this marriage. If the ceremony is over today, she might still pretend to get along with Wu Qingzhi.

But now that she has been humiliated like this, even if Wu Qingzhi treats each other with courtesy, she absolutely does not want to stay here.

Chi Rong changed the wedding dress that wrapped around her waist.

No wonder Western-style weddings are so popular now. These wedding dresses are not ordinary clothes, layer after layer, just wrap the person into a rice dumpling, and then put on those stilts, making it difficult for women to walk an inch.

She changed into a delicately colored cheongsam, made of goose-yellow foreign gauze. Although the fabric was plain, she liked it very much.

This was given to her by Master Chi on her birthday.

Second Master Chi was never married, and he didn't have any female relatives to help him, so he always went to observe other female students, what the girls next to him were wearing, so he went to the tailor shop to ask someone to do it.

In fact, on Chi Rong's birthday, she received several trendy and fashionable Western dresses, including bag skirts, umbrella skirts, and dresses, all of which were bought by her father from Germany.

But the dress that her second uncle gave her was the most desirable.

The sky is sinking, Yue Ancheng should spread the word about this unlucky marriage by now, Second Uncle must know about it too.

Chi Rong wanted her second uncle to take her home, but she didn't want her second uncle to break into Wu's mansion to argue with these people.

She was already in an embarrassment at the wedding, and if she couldn't get anything good, it would be Chi's family.

Her second uncle was just in his early 40s, and he had a lot of gray hair. It was not the first time she saw those white hairs. This morning, she saw him combing his hair with hairspray, and the ridges of hair were gray.

Chi Rong sat for a while, feeling a little hungry. In fact, she was already hungry, but she didn't want to answer Wu Qingzhi's words, because it would make her seem submissive to his gentleness.

She thought to herself, it's been a while, Wu Qingzhi should have fallen asleep, and she went to order some snacks to pad her stomach, so she wouldn't need the servants of the Wu family.

After Wu Qingzhi finished hanging the water and Jiang Xingguang left, she went to take a bath secretly.

Thinking of this, she opened the door lightly. Who would have thought that Wu Qingzhi was leaning against the head of the bed, and Jiang Mengguang had also returned.

When Wu Qingzhi saw her coming out, he looked at her new attire.

Chi Rong has fair skin, and this light-colored cheongsam makes her complexion more tender.The skirt was pinched at the waist, which also made her waist look thin and soft.

She was always a girl in her teens, with that pure student spirit, even if she put on rouge, she couldn't hide it.

Wu Qingzhi asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Chi Rong was stubborn, refused to tell the truth, shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, I, I'm just bored, come out and have a look."

Wu Qingzhi had a few documents hanging on his lap, and he probably didn't want to talk more with Chi Rong. He looked down for a while, and when he looked up again, Chi Rong was still standing stiffly at the door of the study.

Wu Qingzhi didn't look at Chi Rong, but turned to Jiang Mengguang and said, "Meng Guang, I'm hungry."

No matter who Jiang Mengguang is, he is as shrewd as he, so he naturally knows what this means.

So he said: "It seems that the combination of Chinese and Western, two-pronged approach, the disease will be cured quickly! You see, the appetite will come back immediately. You can eat some dim sum first. The dishes are also made by servants. As usual, the tricks need to be prepared. many!"

Jiang Xingguang sat on the sofa in a daze, with a confused look on his face, and was about to speak, but was instructed by his brother: "Go get some snacks! Don't just pick up the same thing, Wu Qing has a very mixed mouth, don't you know? "

Wu Qingzhi smiled slightly: "Xingguang, please hurry up, I'm very hungry."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Chi Rong and said, "Chi Rong, sit down."

Chi Rong was in a dilemma. She knew why the Wu family wanted to marry her by name. It must be because of the benefits, and she was eyeing the connections in her second uncle's hands.

She didn't know anything deeper, but she knew that when Wu Qingzhi was holding the document, she had to avoid suspicion.

Chi Rong then shook his head: "Let's talk about the business first, and I'm an outsider here, so you feel uncomfortable."

Wu Qingzhi still asked her to sit over: "You are my wife, not an outsider. I'm talking about things with Meng Guang, so you can listen to it. Maybe it will be useful when I take care of the house in the future."

His words made Chi Rong put all those worries behind him: "Nonsense! Who is yours...your—"

Chi Rong could hardly get the word "wife" out of her mouth, so she had to change the subject: "You are you, I am me!!"

Wu Qingzhi said slowly: "Husband and wife are one body."

Jiang Mengguang on the side couldn't hold back his laughter, so he found an excuse to urge Dr. Song.

In fact, there is no need for Dr. Song to urge, Anqing Hall is far away, and decoction is time-consuming, so it is normal to come late.

As soon as Jiang Mengguang left, Chi Rong sat down on the sofa angrily and said, "You don't have to be like this, just insist on becoming a husband. I won't be sad, and I'm not afraid of gossip. My father studied abroad like that."

Wu Qingzhi said lightly: "Chi Rong, since I marry you, I will take on the responsibility of being a husband."

Chi Rong was speechless.

At this time Jiang Xingguang came back with a plate of snacks, and he put the snacks on the bedside table, Wu Qingzhi said, "Chi Rong, eat with me."

Chi Rong only drank a bowl of millet porridge in the morning, and after a whole day of tossing, she was already dizzy from hunger.

She put away those complicated and annoying things first, and sat on Wu Qingzhi's bedside to eat.

In addition to the common crispy pastries, there were also a few Western-style desserts on the plate that she had never seen before.

She tried a few, and she liked the pastry filled with egg custard the most: "What is this? It's delicious."

Wu Qingzhi said: "Egg tart."

Chi Rong had a clear look: "No wonder this thing looks like steamed egg custard."

Wu Qingzhi asked: "Like it?"

Chi Rong twisted another one, nodded and said, "Yeah, this one is crispy and waxy."

Wu Qingzhi immediately told Jiang Xingguang: "Teach the kitchen to do it tomorrow."

After a while, Jiang Mengguang led his servants into the house.

Wu Qingzhi was very ill and had injections, and it was difficult to get out of bed, and he was unable to go to the restaurant to eat, so he arranged for his servants to set up a small table temporarily in the bedroom, and served hot meals.

Seeing the variety of dishes, Chi Rong said, "I really can't see that you, a patient, can eat so much."

After the servants set up the bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Mengguang hurriedly called Chi Rong to sit down and eat.

Chi Rong hesitated and refused to sit down. He just looked at Wu Qingzhi and said, "How can you eat while you're hanging water? Why don't you feed him, or he'll watch us eat, it's so pitiful."

This made everyone laugh, and Jiang Mengguang managed to say: "Wu Qing, what a blessing."

Wu Qingzhi laughed again, coughing while laughing, Chi Rong thought he looked pretty when he smiled.

After Wu Qingzhi coughed, he looked at a table of food and said, "I'll have porridge."

With his eyes, he signaled Chi Rong not to worry.

Jiang Mengguang quickly served Wu Qingzhi a bowl of millet porridge, and also gave him a few sliced ​​vegetarian fried ladles.

Chi Rong buried her head in her meal. There were many kinds of dishes, and some of them happened to be favored by her. When she ate happily, she was happy.

Little girls are the best.