Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

Su Jiayi took a bathrobe, and when she was about to walk into the bathroom, she was shocked uncontrollably when she saw the lady walking towards her.

"Jiayi, it's time to take a bath..." The lady held her hand with a smile on her face.

The latter was stunned. She never expected that Sheng Mu, who had already left, turned back halfway. It was too sudden, and she was dazed and at a loss, "Auntie, you... why are you here?"

In fact, there is no need to ask, Su Jiayi can probably understand what Sheng Mu meant.

Slender fingers tucked the bathrobe on her body, she tried her best to avoid what would happen next, "Auntie, the night is already very deep, you should prepare for a beauty sleep and rest early..."

"Good boy." Sheng's mother smiled unclearly, which seemed particularly ambiguous in the dim light.

She walked toward the bathtub, gracefully leaned over to fill Su Jiayi with water, and also helped her test the temperature.

The latter was very surprised, and even had a moment of trepidation, and quickly stopped her, "Auntie, I can do this kind of trifle by myself. You are an elder, isn't this damaging me?"

"Jiayi, do you usually apply essential oils?"

"Huh?" Su Jiayi was stunned when asked, and she couldn't help but replied awkwardly, "No...no, mom, what's the matter?"

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Su Jiayi's slender body was covered with only a thin bath towel, and she stood trembling outside the door of Sheng Yilun's room.

This was the first time he had returned to the villa on the banks of the Lingshan River. She knew that he didn't plan to sleep in the same room with herself, so she ordered the servant to tidy up the other bedrooms for him.

Standing tremblingly outside the door, the woman's slender fingers tightened the bath towel, and she didn't know what to do. At the same time, under the bath towel, the enchanting smell of essential oil was on the tip of the nose.

Su Jiayi's exquisite face turned red with "swish".

For more than twenty years, her upbringing has always been very good. She felt very ashamed that something like this happened to herself tonight, but due to Sheng's mother's will, she had to obey.

After all, it was the cold winter of February, even if the villa was heated, her thin body still shuddered slightly. When I didn't know what to do, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Sheng Yilun came out with a long and straight figure. Just after he washed, there was cold water sliding down Yingling Wuzhu's side face. The man wiped his hair carelessly, his eyes swept across the stairs coldly. In the next moment, I saw Su Jiayi, who was holding the railing with both hands, with a tangled expression.

"Come here for what?" He realized that something was wrong as soon as he spoke, and his deep cold eyes trembled, "Mom turned back halfway?"

Su Jiayi nodded embarrassedly.

"......!!!"

With a frown, Sheng Yilun rubbed her hands to ease the alcohol that hadn't dissipated, and then noticed that she was wearing a bath towel on her thin body, a little sullen, "Where's the clothes?"

In a frightening tone, Su Jiayi was a little frightened, and she had to tremble and said: "Auntie said...When tonight is over, she will bring me clothes tomorrow morning..."

Wait until tonight?

Sheng Yilun was choked and speechless, his handsome face was faintly angry.

"Young Master Sheng, I'm sorry..." Su Jiayi was a little bit eager to cry without tears. When she spoke again, her sweet voice was dull, "Auntie will live in the guest room downstairs tonight. What I am a little worried about now is ..."

She didn't say anything afterwards, but Sheng Yilun had already guessed what she meant.

A woman in her sixties, if she dared to listen to the crack of the door, he would definitely demolish the villa.