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

Kuang Mingxuan stopped.

This was the first time she had called him by his name in full.

"Why do you want to marry me?"

Kuang Mingxuan turned around unexpectedly and looked at her steadily.

Ling Wanwan analyzed it carefully: "You are so rich, there must be many people willing to marry you, and there must be many people willing to be Lele's mother, and there must be many people who are good to him. Why don't you find those well-matched business marriages? Why did you choose me instead?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Kuang Mingxuan asked as if he was a little confused.

This time it was Ling Wanwan's turn to be stunned.

Yes, is there anything wrong with her?

Although she is not smart, she is not stupid either; she is hard-working, hard-working, looks good, and has a great personality, but she...

"I... you have also learned about my family. There are not many people, there are many things to do, and I owe so much money. You are a businessman, and I can't bring you any help..."

Kuang Mingxuan nodded: "That's true."

Ling Wanwan lowered her head guiltily.

"But problems that can be solved with money are not problems here. And -"

He paused: "I'm looking for a wife, not a secretary. Why do I need you to help the cause?"

Ling Wanwan raised her head and her eyes widened in surprise.

Kuang Mingxuan didn't seem to realize how much his answer shocked the other party, and walked to his bedroom calmly.

Ling Wanwan stood there blankly for a few minutes before she regained consciousness.

She didn't sleep well all night.

Ling Wanwan didn't have the habit of choosing a bed. When she was in school, she once went out for an internship with the seniors in the Department of Forensic Medicine on a whim, and she could make do with a bench in the funeral home for one night.

I didn't sleep well because I was so shocked by Kuang Mingxuan's words.

Where did that kind of calmness and calmness come from?

It was late in the night that she remembered that something was wrong. Originally, she wanted to ask Kuang Mingxuan about the validity period of their marriage cooperation.

After all, they are rich people, rich people!

Aren't the flash marriages of rich people and people on TV all the same? They have to have a time limit, such as three months, half a year, etc., and they will automatically expire when a certain crisis is resolved.

Well, but the so-called deadlines in TV dramas are just a decoration. In the end, the male and female protagonists will get together.

But...will she be the heroine?

She thought again of Kuang Mingxuan's handsome face and broad and powerful arms just now...

"Ling Wanwan, you have fallen, you can't take advantage of it!"

She sat up in bed in the middle of the night. She scratched her head and patted her hot cheek, forcing herself not to think too much and started counting dumplings.

At 05:30 in the morning, her biological clock woke her up naturally from her sleep.

She is someone who is used to living a hard life, and she has great self-control when it comes to getting up. She wakes up at whatever time she says.

After hurriedly washing up, she went downstairs, intending to fulfill her duties and make breakfast for her children.

There are people already busy in the kitchen.

An aunt about 60 years old was preparing breakfast ingredients lightly and neatly. When she saw her coming down, she quickly stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands, and greeted her with a smile.

"Young lady, are you up? We used to have breakfast at seven o'clock. Do you think you're used to it?"

Ling Wanwan burned her CPU and didn't even think about who this person was. It was clear that Lele had taken her hand and introduced all the servants at home last night, but the face in front of her was still very strange.

She rolled up her sleeves and planned to help: "Auntie, you don't have to be so polite. I'm here to see if I can help."

Aunt Zhou quickly stopped: "Young Master, you just came home yesterday, how come you can start working today? Then what else do you want to pay us for! You are busy with your work, I am enough here in the kitchen." La!"

Her eyes were crooked, and her face was filled with warm politeness when she smiled, making people feel very comfortable.

Ling Wanwan looked at the pile of pots, pans and various ingredients she had prepared. She thought that her cooking skills were really useless, so she had to step aside silently and saw the right opportunity to help pass it on. Dishes and stuff.

Aunt Zhou was very curious about this new young lady.

After work last night, several of their servants held a small gossip meeting in the side building. A group of people gathered the father and son of the Song family together to inquire about the situation.

Unfortunately, Uncle Song is an old man, and Song Wei is a man with a steel rod welded to his mouth. The total amount of effective information revealed by the father and son cannot fill a page.

They only knew that the new eldest young lady was Xiao Lele's biological mother. The eldest young master found her a while ago, so he immediately took someone to register her, and trapped her and brought her home.

It is said that even the old lady, the eldest young master’s grandmother, was not notified of this matter.

Aunt Zhou felt something was wrong.

The eldest young master is a very filial child, and he has been calm and sensible in handling big things since he was a child. He is so mature that he seems to have never experienced puberty at all.

Although he is a bit authoritarian, he is a well-behaved and traditional good boy.

For such a person, it was already a miracle that he could give birth to a baby on impulse back then. Now, it is even more of a miracle that he can quietly bring the mother of the baby directly into the door without informing his elders and family members in advance.

But maybe it doesn’t matter. After all, the eldest young lady looks beautiful and gentle, and has no airs. She looks like a good wife and mother - but I don’t know why such a woman would cruelly leave her child to the eldest young master. ?

Ling Wanwan didn't have the ability to read minds. Of course she didn't know that Aunt Zhou, who never stopped, was actually making up countless short stories in her mind.

At this moment, she was multitasking very seriously. While trying to help Aunt Zhou, she raised her eyes from time to time and stared at Aunt Zhou's face - she had to try to remember this face. It was fine at home, but outside It would be embarrassing if you didn’t recognize it after seeing it.

When it was almost seven o'clock, Aunt Zhou had already prepared a table of breakfast, including simple bread, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, fried eggs and some snacks.

Only then did Ling Wanwan realize that some of the ingredients that Aunt Zhou had been busy preparing were not for breakfast - so why was she so busy so early in the morning?

Rich people are in real trouble.

The doorbell rang at the right time.

Aunt Zhou was still heating the milk, so Ling Wanwan volunteered to open the door.

The door opened, and a tall, thin young man jumped in.

"Morning, Aunt Zhou!"