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When I got downstairs, Xiao Minxing was still sitting in the living room, but he was scrolling through his phone.
I tried to make no sound and lower my presence. After entering the kitchen, I closed the door behind me.
The fridge was stocked with everything. Before the miscarriage, whenever Xiao Minxing came home, I became the housekeeper, cooking all the meals, so preparing a late-night snack was not difficult for me.
I boiled a bowl of egg noodles and prepared two side dishes, one cold and one hot.
As I brought it out, I was startled to see Xiao Minxing standing at the kitchen entrance. I almost dropped the tray in my hands, but fortunately, he caught it just in time and shot me a fierce glare before turning to walk towards the dining table.
I quickly took a deep breath to calm myself. Just as I was about to silently sneak back upstairs, I heard his cold voice say, "Mrs. Xiao, you need to remember your place. It's best if you don't go out and spend the night again; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
He used to call me by my name directly; tonight was already the second time he referred to me as "Mrs. Xiao." I knew this wasn't a good sign for me, but those three words still carried a strange connotation.
To be honest, not only Xiao Minxing but even I never dared to consider this place my home because here I truly felt insignificant. There was no talk of being the mistress of the house; I was merely someone he summoned at will or discarded at will—a target for his torment. My departure could happen at any moment with just a word from him.
I had no voice in this matter. He brought women home right in front of me, and I could only play along with their enjoyment. When would I ever dare to assume the title of "Mrs. Xiao"?
A sense of sorrow washed over me as I quietly walked upstairs, hearing the sound of Xiao Minxing forcefully throwing down chopsticks from below.
The next morning, as soon as I came downstairs, I saw him already sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper while eating breakfast prepared by the housekeeper.
Encountering him first thing in the morning guaranteed another unpleasant day ahead. I halted my steps and turned to head back upstairs when his cold voice came from below: "Come down."
I was momentarily stunned, but I slowly moved in front of him, not daring to sit down. I stood behind him with my head lowered, and from the corner of my eye, I could see his straight back and broad shoulders, wearing that Italian handmade custom Suit like a professional model.
With my head slightly bowed, the curve of my neck formed a perfect line. His side profile was sharp and cold, exuding an inherent authority when he wasn't speaking, making it clear that he was not to be trifled with.
Suddenly, his face shifted slightly, and his icy words followed: "The nanny is quitting starting today. Since you have so much free time, you can take care of all the household chores, including cooking and laundry. After all, that's all you're good for."
I didn't respond; these tasks were already mine to handle before, so returning to the past didn't seem like a big deal.
He turned to glare at me, his tone suddenly shifting unpredictably: "Sit."
I was taken aback and chose to sit at the farthest position from him, trembling with anxiety, not even daring to touch the chopsticks on the table.
Xiao Minxing had a harsh gaze as he pushed a box in front of me and said, "A new phone. It’s best to keep it on 24/7; otherwise, you know the consequences."
I looked up at him and met his cold gaze, immediately lowering my eyelids again. Then I heard him say, "Eat."
This breakfast was the most tasteless meal I had ever eaten; to be precise, I didn't even know what I was eating. My mouth was full, yet it tasted like chewing wax.
Xiao Minxing didn't wait for me to finish eating before getting up and leaving.
I pulled out half-eaten bread from my mouth and threw it on the table as Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face again.
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