Stepmother
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The Wen family is a family of scholars. Although the old house of the Wen family is built in the style of European luxury, it perfectly combines the Chinese courtyard style. This style is also a scene that people in the whole capital talk about with great relish.
She remembered that when she was taken back to the Wen family in her previous life, she was shocked by the magnificent luxury of the Wen family and couldn't recover for a long time. At that time, she was full of excitement, joy, uneasiness, fear and uneasiness about the future, and kept asking herself, is this really her future home?
But she didn't know that her performance was so petty and embarrassing in the eyes of the Wen family, and she didn't know that the Wen family's first impression of her formed a subjective consciousness, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change it later.
When Wen Xinya returned to the Wen family, the clock pointed to half past eight, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It seems that it is not too late!
Ning Shuqian and Wen Yuya, who were sitting in the living room, were surprised to see her.
Wen Yuya was even more shocked: "You... why did you come back so early?"
She had obviously made her drunk. Shouldn't she be in the private room of Black Sunday now, being deflowered and photographed n***d? Why did she come back suddenly?
Wen Xinya smiled faintly: "Sister, you are really mean. You took me to 'Black Sunday' and left me alone there. Fortunately, I sobered up early, otherwise I don't know what would happen in such a mixed place."
Wen Yuya's eyes widened. She didn't expect her to say such words: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I take you to a place like Black Sunday? Don't slander me!"
Wen Xinya looked at Wen Yuya with a smile: "What kind of place is Black Sunday? Sister, do you know "Wen Yuya was speechless, and glared at Wen Yuya and said, "Don't talk nonsense, how can I know where Black Sunday is." But with just a few words, Yuya was trapped. She stood there quietly, as elegant as a jade tree, with a young and tender face like a snow-white jade flower, and the branches stretched out in a thousand soft postures. The white jade flowers were dotted on the branches, as if covered with snow in the dead of winter, shining brightly, sparkling, beautiful and unparalleled, and there were thousands of flowers. It makes people feel that white can be so romantic and gorgeous. Is this really the timid, cowardly, inferior, and stupid Wen Yuya? Ning Shuqian suddenly found that she seemed to have changed. Is this the temperament inherited by the real scholar? Even if she has been wandering outside since childhood and behaves vulgarly, it can't cover up the elegance and nobility that is rendered to the bones? Ning Shuqian's smile softened as she thought about it. She asked softly, "Xinya, you came back so late. Have you eaten anything? Do you want me to ask the kitchen to make you something to eat?"
Ning Shuqian is 35 years old this year. Time seems to have left no trace on her face. Instead, it has made her more beautiful and gentle. The slightly raised eyebrows have fine lines, like willow branches extending from the eyes of willow leaves. The branches are beautiful and swaying, with a hint of enchanting charm.
With such a beautiful face, it is no wonder that her father cheated on her mother when she was pregnant with her, and married her less than half a year after her mother died of dystocia, even though she had a daughter two months younger than her.
Remembering that she was deceived by Ning Shuqian's gentle and beautiful appearance, Wen Xinya half lowered her head, completely hiding the hatred in her eyes, and then raised her head and smiled: "Aunt Ning, I feel a little uncomfortable and have no appetite."
Ning Shuqian looked at the smile on her face, which was simple and timid, just like before. It seemed that she thought too much: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to ask a family doctor to come and see?"
Wen Xinya shook her head and said: "It's okay, maybe because I drank some wine, and I'm a little drunk. I'll be fine after a rest."
Ning Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face stretched out: "It's good that you're okay. You smell of alcohol all over your body. If your grandpa and grandma knew that you ran out to drink, they would definitely be unhappy."
If it were before, she would definitely think that Ning Shuqian cared about her, so she reminded her. But after rebirth, Wen Xinya knew that Ning Shuqian was actually afraid that she would tell her grandfather about Wen Yuya taking her to Black Sunday, so she saw that she had just returned to the Wen family and wanted to please her grandfather and grandmother everywhere, and did not dare to make them angry. Naturally, she did not dare to mention it in front of her grandfather and grandmother.
Seeing her face full of panic, Ning Shuqian's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm. Such petty-mindedness was not the demeanor of a young lady from a noble family: "I don't know what Black Sunday is, but I know it's not a good place as soon as I heard it. In this circle, there is nothing that should be played or not played, and there is nothing that should be gone or not gone, but in any case, it must not be heard by your grandparents."
"Thank you Aunt Ning for reminding me, I know!" If it was meant to be something else just now, it would be a faint warning now, but Ning Shuqian has this ability, even a warning can make people feel moved.
What do you mean that you should play what you should play on weekdays? She had been hanging around on the streets since she was a child, and had lost the bearing, cultivation, self-restraint, and inner qualities that a young lady from an aristocratic family should have. She even didn't know what a young lady from an aristocratic family should and shouldn't do. Ning Shuqian's words were clearly misleading her.
Seeing that she was well-behaved, Ning Shuqian took her hand and said softly: "It's good that you know. You just returned to the Wen family and don't know anything about the Wen family. I don't want you to make your grandpa and grandma unhappy. They are old, but they have been worried about their children and grandchildren for a lifetime. Now they finally have children and grandchildren. Don't push all the messy things to them."
Wen Xinya's eyes widened, and a look of understanding appeared in her eyes: "Aunt Ning, I know that grandpa and grandma have spent a lot of time to find me. I will definitely not make them angry."
Wen Xinya's mouth twitched vaguely. She said the same thing at the beginning. It was because of this that she had many unpleasant things happen in the Wen family, and she didn't dare to tell her grandparents. She always carried it alone. In the end, she was misunderstood by everyone in the Wen family. No matter how hard she tried to make up for it, she couldn't get the love of the Wen family.
Ning Shuqian smiled with satisfaction: "I'm glad you know. You just returned to the Wen family. If you have any questions, you can come to me."
Wen Xinya smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Aunt Ning!"
Ning Shuqian smiled gently: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest early! You have to get up early tomorrow morning to have breakfast with grandpa and grandma. This is the tradition of the Wen family."
Wen Xinya smiled and said good night to Ning Shuqian and Wen Yuya, then turned around and left the hall.
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