Chapter 599 - The Ninth Wife of the Young Marshal (5)

Chapter 599 The Marshal’s Ninth Wife (5)

Early the next morning, Sang Jian was woken up by a knock on the door.

“Young madam, it’s time to offer tea to the old madam.”

Outside the door was the voice of a servant girl.

Sang Jian woke up from sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Huo Nanting has married so many women, does the habit of serving tea still exist?

She was forced to get up, and the maid outside the door came in to dress her up.

Now Sang Jian is still too young to wear clothes that reflect his identity.

Huo Nanting prepared a light pink round-neck dress for her. The skirt was knee-length, making her delicate and lovely. The light pink made her look more hydrated.

The hair is braided and tied behind the head, and a few pink flowers are simply inserted between the hair.

It not only proves that she is a married woman, but also does not make her look old-fashioned.

Sang Jian looked at herself in the mirror, and it was indeed 70% similar to her real body.

Barely can regard her as his own body.

Looking at her own outfit in the mirror, Sang Jian is in a good mood.

I stayed in a mental hospital since I was a child, and I wore hospital gowns all year round, and never had a chance to dress up.

After coming to the small world to find out what happened, she would occasionally dress up in the small world, but that was not her own appearance after all.

Now seeing Meng Sangjian’s appearance like this, Sangjian feels that his body must be well dressed.

The servant girl took the lip balm and lightly applied it on her lips to make her complexion more attractive.

“Young Madam, it’s over.”

Sang Jian pursed her lips, nodded, stood up and left the room with the maid.

When he came back last night, Sang Jian was wearing a red hijab and couldn’t see the surrounding environment clearly.

Now she saw that she was in a villa.

The servant girl took her downstairs. Huo Nanting’s mother, Huo Qing, was wearing a cheongsam, sitting on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, waiting expressionlessly for Sang Jian to come downstairs and offer her tea.

She saw Sang Jian coming down from the corner of her eyes, and immediately sat up straight, looking like a lady.

Not knowing why, Sang Jian felt that she was putting on airs.

But no matter how you say it, you have to have the courtesy you deserve.

There was a cup of tea on the coffee table, it seemed that it was prepared for her.

Sang Jian walked over, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and handed it to Huo Qing, “Mom, drink tea.”

Her tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and she didn’t have the timidity of a thirteen-year-old girl when she saw her elders.

Huo Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, reached out to take the teacup, and snorted softly, “Don’t change the words, just call Auntie.”

She whispered, “Who knows how many days you can live?”

Sang Jian: “Alright Auntie!”

Sang Jian is very talkative.

“.” Huo Qing couldn’t fix this.

She wasn’t angry at all?

Not only was Sang Jian not angry, she sat down on the other side of the sofa after offering tea, as if at home, “Auntie, where is my husband?”

Huo Qing: “.”

Why does it feel like she calls auntie as if she is a servant at home?

“Hmph.” Huo Qing was angry, “Not everyone is like you, who can stay in bed at home. Do you know how busy Nanting is usually?”

Sang Jian nodded, “I know now.”

Huo Nanting’s parents divorced since childhood, so Huo Nanting followed his mother’s surname.

He was able to achieve his current status, step by step with his own hands.

So it is understandable that this man is a bit busy.

Seeing Sangjian’s neither salty nor bland attitude, Huo Qing felt that she, a kid, didn’t understand at all!

(end of this chapter)