I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

"Send Secretary Huang downstairs quickly!" Seeing that Huang Ansheng still refused to go downstairs, Uncle Zhong ordered the two servants who got up.

Finally, Huang Ansheng went downstairs, but Uncle Zhong failed to deliver breakfast to the study.

Because no matter how Uncle Zhong called the door outside, Bei Mingyu in the study seemed not to hear it and never opened the door.

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Slept all night.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn’t have so many images of Bei Mingyu’s rotten face in my mind, and the feeling of being out of control had also eased a lot.

I was so tired at this time that I didn't have the energy to think about why I couldn't control myself.

However, I still couldn't eat.

"Young mistress, just eat something!" Xiaoyue beside her was so anxious.

"Xiaoyue! Do I have to stay here from now on?" After looking around this dark, shabby, and smelly greenhouse, I was really chilled by Bei Mingyu's cruelty.

He really wouldn't give me a chance.

Ah.

The past few months have been nothing but a passionate dream for me.

"...Young Mistress!" Xiaoyue also raised her head and glanced at the greenhouse.

Xiaoyue was speechless. Her face said she couldn't bear it. What couldn't she bear?Can't bear to tell me the truth.

In fact, what does that mean?

"Young lady, you'd better eat something first!" Xiaoyue handed me a pack of milk.

"Xiaoyue, this room must have locked up many people before!" I did not take the milk from Xiaoyue's hand, but looked at the mottled wall in front of me and said calmly.

This is the absolute restricted area of ​​Beiming's family. I have never been in, and I don't know that there is such a room in Beiming's mansion.

However, any normal person can guess what this place is for.

"How could anyone be imprisoned?" Xiaoyue hurriedly took over my words, "Look, this place only has one bed, how could it be possible to imprison so many people!"

"I will probably die in a few days!" I wasn't telling Xiaoyue, I was telling myself.

"Young Mistress, you will not die, and you cannot die!" Xiaoyue said hurriedly, "The Beiming family is a civilized and law-abiding family. This family has never killed anyone, so there is no such thing as "Young Mistress, you are dead!" "

"Oh?" I said with a slight smile.

Seeing that I didn't believe her, Xiaoyue immediately said, "Although I don't know where those wives from the past have gone, I firmly believe that the young master will not kill them."

"Even if I don't die, I will disappear, and then there will be no more me in Jiangcheng!" The moment I saw Bei Mingyu's true appearance, I foresaw my own consequences.

How could Bei Mingyu let the people who saw his true appearance still live in Jiangcheng.

"No, no, young mistress, I definitely won't!" At the end of the sentence, Xiaoyue was choked with sobs.

(She has served so many wives and has seen so many imprisoned here.

But now, why do I feel so painful in my heart?

In Xiaoyue's heart, Shen Xingran was no longer as simple as a young mistress. Shen Xingran, who always protected her, was like her older sister.

Xiaoyue is an orphan with no relatives.

Now it is not easy to have a young mistress who is like a family member, but it ends like this. )

"Xiaoyue, let's go and go back to the front yard. This is not the place you came from!" I gave Xiaoyue a slight push.

I know that Xiaoyue must have sneaked in. I don't want her to be implicated because of me.

Xiaoyue has no family or relatives, and she is not very old. If she is kicked out of Beiming's house, where should she go?

"No!" Xiaoyue shook her head resolutely, "Young mistress, I am here to serve you at Beiming's house. Wherever you are, I will be there."

No matter how hard I try to chase her away, she won't leave.

"Young mistress." Xiaoyue held my hand, "I don't want to change my young mistress again."

"Alas!" I really didn't have the extra energy to chase Xiaoyue, "Why are you doing this!"

He looked at the dilapidated and gloomy flower house, and then looked at Xiaoyue beside him.

I closed my eyes somewhat self-deprecatingly.

What do I look like now, a concubine who was relegated to the cold palace?

"Young mistress!" Xiaoyue stood in front of my bed and asked me softly, "Is the young master looking like this because you saw his face?"

Xiaoyue was afraid that I would be as excited as last night, so when she mentioned the word "face", she said it very carefully.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clung to the bedside, always ready, as if she would rush over to hug me as soon as I got excited.

When I heard the word Zhenrong, my body still trembled involuntarily.

Fortunately, I can't control myself like yesterday.

"Are you scared by the young master's appearance? Is the young master really ugly?" Xiaoyue found the courage to ask me when she saw that I was not crazy.

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Xiaoyue's first sentence was okay, but I couldn't do the second sentence. The inexplicable power in my body controlled me again.

Putting aside this inexplicable power, what I fear most is not Beimingyu’s true appearance, but Beimingyu’s attitude.

The one with a terrifying, ferocious and fierce face, Bei Mingyu, pressed me on the snow.

That savage and rude Beimingyu really scared me.

Almost as soon as I close my eyes now, that terrifying, ferocious, and ferocious Beimingyu crashes into my mind.

Therefore, when I woke up from drowsiness, I never dared to close it.

I just kept my eyes wide open and sat there, thinking about nothing and not daring to think about anything.

Originally, my whole body was like a broken string. When Xiaoyue asked her first question, I could still hold on.

When I asked the second question, my own fear, coupled with the inexplicable power in my body, I really couldn't bear it.

"Young Mistress, Young Mistress, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Xiaoyue hugged me and assured me anxiously, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore!"

"I, I don't, I don't, I..." It came again, it came again, and I was completely controlled by that power again.

"Young Mistress, Young Mistress!" Xiaoyue hugged me, and in order to calm me down, her voice was louder than mine, "You are sad, you are scared, but Master, why not? Seeing that you are so afraid of him, Why shouldn’t the young master be frightened!”

(Xiaoyue doesn’t know if what she said is right or not, and she doesn’t know if Bei Mingyu thinks the same way.

However, if it were her, if she looked very scary, and then frightened her beloved like this, she would definitely be very heartbroken. )

Xiaoyue's shouting really had an effect.

The power that had always controlled me slowly weakened.

Just because I was too excited before, I calmed down and the tense nerves in my body also stopped.

As soon as I stopped like this, I fell into Xiaoyue's arms.