Chapter 60: Muqian, is she… the niece whom you have adopted?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The night turned dark.
It was the first time she was holed up in this familiar, and yet alien, environment.
She fell asleep in his intimate and yet intimidating arms.
In the midst of her haziness, his words reverberated inside her head:
As Mrs. General, you can be more ostentatious now than ever before. Isn’t it better for you?
Yes, that’s right! If she could demand her ways around like a wayward crab 1, she would gladly play along with him!
…
It was a sweet dream indeed but little Miss Jiang Mianmian still woke up with a terrible headache the next day!
Rubbing her groggy eyes, her vision gradually cleared to see Zhan Muqian already changed into a pair of khaki-colored pants. Right now, his elegant and genteel image was more soothing to the eyes compared to him in a military uniform.
“Have you awakened? Go and freshen up, then.”
The aloof general commanded in his baritone voice.
She pushed aside the blanket and dived for the bathroom. As she observed herself brushing her teeth from the mirror, she could not help concluding that there was nothing unusual about sharing a bed with an old man.
There was no difference whether she slept alone or with another person after they entered dreamland.
The man’s low and sexy voice could be heard from the dressing room as she popped her head out of the bathroom door. “Mianmian, come over.”
She skipped over to him in her fluffy bedroom slippers.
He held the outfit that he had selected to her with his slender finger and in a tone that allowed no objection, he commanded, “Change into this.”
It was a long dress in a snow-white shade, where the hemline extended all the way to her calves. It was so girly that it made her blush.
With a look of rejection, she pushed the item away with her small hand and said, “It’s too girly for me.”
However, her reaction was within his expectations.
There was no ripple of expression on his handsome face as he casually replied, “Change into this, quick and I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast within three minutes. If not… we’ll mete out the house rules that you’ve flouted on the dining table.”
D-dining table?!
Tsk!
Her legs turned into jelly the moment he said that. Her fair and tender little hands respectfully reached out for the attire, as her lovely little face broke into a flattering smile. “No problem, I’ll go and change now. Uncle Zhan, please go ahead first!”
…
After changing into the ultra feminine dress, she rolled her eyes disgustingly at her own reflection in the mirror.
It was a pure and naive image that did not suit her character at all.
The only good thing about this dress was that it managed to show off all her curves…
When she made her way down to the dining hall, the man was drinking his black coffee without sugar as he threw a glance at her without any facial expression.
The housekeeper let out an exclamation in wonderment. “Madam really looks good in white. She looks like an angel in this white dress…”
He threw back a sarcastic and emotionless reply. “Have you seen an angel who fails her tests?”
“…” She had nothing to say.
“Tie up your hair before you leave the house.”
“…:”
It was almost ten by the time they finished their breakfast.
When he signaled to her that it was about time for them to step out, she added, “I don’t have my makeup yet. Give me 15 minutes and oh, I need to do my hair as well… Gimme 20 minutes. Uncle Zhan, can you wait a bit, I’ll be fast.”
She jogged toward the stairs but the man held her back.
“There’s no need for makeup.”
The little vixen replied with a frown. “Just a little!”
“That’s not necessary either.”
Holding her down, his large palm clasped her hair into a bunch and instructed the servant, “Give me a scrunchie.”
Half a minute later…
She dashed to the mirror frame hanging at the entrance to have a look.
Oh, my god… the man is able to perform magic. He had easily tied her waist-long hair into a neat bun.
She turned to glance at him with surprise.
His repulsion towards women must be a false rumor… I think.
He must have tied the hair of many women with his pianist-like fingers!
…
As the car rolled into Zhan’s family house, the girl slumped on the car window as she watched the rows of armed guards lining the road in awe.
The majestic lineup was befitting for the presidential palace; in fact, it was more so than what the palace itself had in place.
Zhan Muqian led the petite girl by her hand into the residential house.
All the family members turned to look at them.
The Matriarch, who was the most senior, asked with a frown. “Muqian, is she… the niece whom you have adopted?”