C444 You are the mistress 3

It was currently lunchtime in the dining room. Xian Wen was sitting there with an angry look on his face as he looked at Ding Qi. "Why aren't you asking Miss An to come down? Is this her home tutor?"

Having an elder wait for her to have a meal was something she could come up with. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Previously, he had felt that this girl's status was too low and couldn't match up to that of a palace saint. But now, it seems that she didn't even have a basic upbringing.

"Aunt, if you are hungry, I will ask the kitchen to bring your food over first." Although Tinch felt slightly at ease, he didn't dare to do anything to the woman in front of him.

First of all, when the young master had no one to worry about, when the madam had just passed away, it was she who had given the young master that missing bit of maternal love.

Moreover, the young master was able to take over the Palace at such a young age due to her influence. Even though the old master had always loved the young master, if there wasn't a woman in front of him, the old master would at most give the young master two-thirds of the palace's wealth and not all of it.

"Whap." Siwen slapped the table with his hand, letting out a loud sound, and his gaze shot straight at Dinky. "Dinky, what are you saying? "Go and invite her again. If she doesn't come, tell her that she won't need to eat at the table anymore in the future."

"No, Uncle, our Young Mistress is busy with other things." Looking at his uncle's wife, who was so angry, Tinch wanted to get out of the way.

But he didn't dare to think about the consequences of avoiding it.

"What young mistress? What kind of young mistress is she? Her reputation doesn't make sense." He had given her a chance to choose. Since she wasn't willing to be her mistress, she could only be chased out of the palace in the end.

"If you want to talk about reputation, it doesn't make sense. Aunt, who are you in my Gong Family? An Xin is my wife, the mistress of this place. What is your identity? "Her mother-in-law?" At the entrance of the dining hall, Gong Sheng appeared in front of her while holding An Xin's arm.

His previous domineering attitude immediately disappeared as his face turned pale. He looked at Gong Sheng in astonishment. Didn't he leave for work early in the morning? Why did it appear here?

"Sheng'er, didn't you go to the company? When did you get back? " After she finished speaking, she intentionally checked the time. It was half past twelve, which meant that it was just noon. She was sure that the person in front of her was Gong Sheng.

The one who was always focused on the company, did he leave early because of a woman?

"If I don't come back, will the female owner change to you?" Gong Sheng held An Xin, whose body was stiff, as he walked in front of Xi Wen.

Ann listened carefully to his offenses, carefully tugging at his clothes. She didn't want to upset the Court Sage and Wen because of her.

One of his hands was around her waist while the other held onto the small hand that was pulling at his clothes. Ignoring the wide open eyes of Xiwen, he carefully pressed her into his seat, then pulled out another chair beside her and sat down.

She did not dare to believe that such a gentle and gentle palace saint could appear before her. It was only when the palace saint's eyes once again swept over her that she snapped out of her daze.

"Sheng'er, do you know what you're saying?"

"Aunt, this is not the old house, this is the home for An Xin and me. If you are willing to be a guest, I will welcome you, but if you want to declare war here, then I am sorry, but it is not your place to issue orders." Gong Sheng said coldly without any trace of politeness.

Her gentle smile froze and her face turned ashen as she looked at Gong Sheng.