After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

The car drove all the way from the city center to the suburban villa area.

For an entire hour, Kuang Mingxuan and Ling Wanwan did not exchange even one word.

She was probably a little tired from doing the cleaning these days, so she actually took a short nap in the car.

"Young Master, Miss Ling, you're home."

The car stopped in front of a beautiful three-story villa, and Song Wei respectfully helped Ling Wanwan open the car door.

Kuang Mingxuan tilted his head slightly and glanced at Ling Wanwan who had just woken up.

Ling Wanwan nervously stuffed her marriage certificate and mobile phone into her bag and looked at him blankly.

"Get out of the car!"

He got out of the car in a daze, looked up at the tall villa in front of him, the gorgeous red painted door, and then looked back at Kuang Mingxuan who had just gotten out of the car calmly.

Ling Wanwan wondered why she was the only one who was nervous - wasn't Kuang Mingxuan nervous when he brought his wife home for the first time?Even if he is just making up the numbers, he will not be so bland and calm!

But soon she no longer had time to worry about Kuang Mingxuan's situation.

After entering the house, an uncle who was estimated to be about 50 years old walked over with a smile. He first bowed to Kuang Mingxuan, and then extended his hand to Ling Wanwan kindly: "This is the eldest mistress, hello eldest mistress. This is the housekeeper Song Zhifeng, you can just call me Uncle Song."

Ling Wanwan glanced at his outstretched hand and felt that the gesture was less like she wanted to shake hands and more like she wanted to take the bag from her body.

So she also bowed: "Hello, Uncle Song, my name is Ling Wanwan. You are the elder. You can call me Xiaoling or Wanwan."

She did not hand the bag to Uncle Song - she was not used to this kind of meticulous service.

Uncle Song didn't seem to notice the embarrassment and retracted his hand naturally.

Kuang Mingxuan spoke: "Where is Lele?"

There was a sound of tapping footsteps, and a small breast dumpling rolled and crawled over from not far away, followed by a hurried nanny.

"Dad, you're back!"

The little girl stopped dead in her tracks after seeing the person coming.

But after a brief moment of surprise, he shouted and rushed towards Ling Wanwan: "Mom! Mom! Mom——!"

The child's voice was clear and sharp, making the huge villa seem to tremble.

Ling Wanwan knelt down and hugged the excited breast dumpling, and her nervousness instantly eased a lot.

"Mom, you are finally home! Dad said he would take you home, but you are really back! You are here to see Lele! I will have a mother in the future too!"

Ling Wanwan raised her head and glanced at Kuang Mingxuan, whose expression was still very calm and without any emotion.

How did such a serious person give birth to such a lively and lovely son?

"Lele, did you miss me?"

Lele nodded vigorously: "Think! Dream about it! Dream about it every day, think about it every day!"

He stretched out his chubby hands and hugged Ling Wanwan's neck tightly, rubbing his face against hers affectionately.

"Mom, since you've gone home, you won't leave, right? You will stay with Lele and Dad from now on, and never leave, right?"

As long as the word "dad" was not mentioned in this sentence, Ling Wanwan might have agreed directly.

But now, she is asked to promise "not to leave daddy"?

Sorry, she hasn't entered the role yet.

However, Kuang Mingxuan has already entered the role: "Lele, mom hasn't eaten yet, you go wash your hands first."

Lele opened her arms and looked at Ling Wanwan.

Ling Wanwan smiled at him.

Lele took her hand back and pulled her running to the bathroom.

Ling Wanwan, who was being pulled away by Lele, didn't even have time to take off her shoes.

Uncle Song, who was standing aside, had already been stunned.

Four years ago, when Kuang Mingxuan brought the infant Lele back, he once said that the child had no mother.

A few days ago, he said that he would bring back a mistress of the family.

But Uncle Song didn't expect that this new "mistress" would be Lele's mother.

Ah, this... Our eldest son has not been close to women for so many years. Isn't he very cold and arrogant? How could he get on the bus first, pay for the ticket, and then chase his wife to the crematorium?

Uncle Song, who had already imagined [-] small theaters, felt a little excited. He would have to burn incense and tell the master and his wife about this rare event later.

Kuang Mingxuan snapped his fingers in front of Uncle Song.

"Wake up!"

Uncle Song came back to his senses with a jolt and smiled coquettishly.

"Congratulations, young master!"

Kuang Mingxuan shook his head speechlessly, turned around, entered the elevator, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Song Wei, who had been standing at the door, pushed Ling Wanwan's suitcase and winked at his father.

"Where should we put the eldest mistress's luggage?"

Uncle Song gave him a shock: "Silly, look at the couple sleeping in separate rooms!"

Song Wei curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Tch, what kind of couple are these..."

So he received "love education" from Uncle Song again.

When Kuang Mingxuan changed his clothes and went downstairs, Ling Wanwan and Lele were already seated at the dining table.

Uncle Song stood aside and looked at the mother and son lovingly.

"Mom, let me tell you, the sweet and sour pork ribs made by Grandma Zhou are very delicious, but they don't let me eat more. Today you are here, you have to eat more for me."

"Mom, have you seen that baked pumpkin? That's my dad's favorite!"

"Mom, which one do you like best? I'll give it to you later. Whichever one you like, I'll ask Grandma Zhou to make more of it! Grandma Zhou loves me the most, and she will love you very much in the future!"

"Mother……"

Ling Wanwan looked at Lele's appearance, and she really felt that this child was good at everything. He was smart, well-behaved and polite, and was much better than his father.

"Kuang Jiashu."

Kuang Mingxuan just called Lele's name in a low voice. The child immediately sat up straight, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Seeing Kuang Mingxuan move his chopsticks, Lele carefully raised his chopsticks and started eating.

Uncle Song and other servants were standing behind him, and Ling Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable.

At a glance, among the people she could see, she was the only one who could feel some intimacy with Lele, and it was obvious that this child did not dare to speak much in front of his stern father while eating.

So although she faced a table full of delicacies during this meal, she still tasted nothing.

But Lele ate happily, especially every time Ling Wanwan served him food, he would shake his head with joy. If he had a tail, it must have turned into a propeller.

After dinner, she was taken by Lele to visit the villa, and then taken to his room to play games and tell stories.

The child's energy was really frightening. Until nine o'clock in the evening, Lele was still in a very excited state, and she had already started to yawn.

"Mom, are you tired already?"

"Yes, why are we Lele so energetic? Mom is exhausted."

Lele came closer and kissed her on the face.