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After nearly two hours of hustle and bustle, I finally managed to prepare breakfast. I felt like I had just finished a team battle, my whole body was on fire. Just as I was about to sit down and take a break, Aunt Zhou asked me to wipe the table. Then she walked towards Song Ming's bedroom.
"Mr. Song, it's time to get up!" Aunt Zhou gently knocked on the door, her tone suddenly sweet enough to squeeze out water.
I thought: ??? The contrast is too stark!
As soon as Song Ming came out, Aunt Zhou's expression changed instantly. "Oh dear, your tie is crooked!" She rushed over to help him straighten it. "Doesn't your wife help you with your tie?"
I tightened my grip on the chopsticks in my hand. Sister, have you forgotten that I've been locked in the kitchen as your laborer since five in the morning?
"Come on, sir, eat breakfast while it's hot." Aunt Zhou cheerfully served dishes to Song Ming. "This porridge is the first one your wife made; it might not be as good as what Miss An makes..."
Miss An again! I put down my chopsticks and asked, "Aunt Zhou, who exactly is this Miss An?"
The kitchen fell silent instantly. Song Ming lowered his head to drink his porridge, but Aunt Zhou sneered, "What? Are you jealous? Miss An is..."
"Aunt Zhou." Song Ming suddenly interrupted her, "Go get my medicine."
Aunt Zhou immediately deflated and hurried off to fetch the medicine. I looked at Song Ming's expression and asked, "Are you sick?"
"It's nothing, just a bad stomach," he replied dismissively.
Aunt Zhou returned with the medicine, not forgetting to add fuel to the fire:
"Mr. Song's stomach issues are well known to Miss An. She even specifically mentioned it before leaving..."
"Aunt Zhou!" Song Ming interrupted her sharply, "Go pack my briefcase."
Once Aunt Zhou left, I confronted him directly, "So, Miss An is your ex-girlfriend?"
"That's all in the past," Song Ming said as he stood up. "I need to get to work."
"Hold on!" I blocked his path. "Don't you think you should explain? Why does Aunt Zhou always compare me to her? What exactly is her..."
Before I could finish, Aunt Zhou burst back in, "Mr. Song, you're going to be late for your meeting!"
Seizing the opportunity, Song Ming slipped away, leaving me and Aunt Zhou staring at each other.
"Madam," Aunt Zhou said while clearing the dishes, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "caring too much isn't good for your health, you know?"
That sounded suspiciously like a threat.
I was about to retort when she added, "By the way, I'll be checking the room soon, so please don't mess up Mr. Song's space."
Checking the room? I scoffed; it felt like I was being treated like a criminal.
Once Aunt Zhou left for shopping, I immediately began a thorough search of her room.
To my surprise, this aunt was quite good at hiding things. The closet was filled with neatly folded uniforms, and the drawers contained nothing but daily necessities.
Wait a minute, what’s this picture frame on the nightstand?
I picked it up and nearly dropped it—inside was a photo of a beautiful woman hugging Aunt Zhou, looking very close.
The kicker was that the woman looked strikingly like me!
"This can't be Miss An..." I quickly snapped a photo with my phone.
As I bent down to check under the bed, I discovered a locked box.
Just as I was trying to figure out how to open it, Aunt Zhou's voice echoed from downstairs: "Madam! I'm back!"
Oh no!
I hurriedly restored everything to its original place and dashed out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me.
"Madam, what are you doing upstairs?" Aunt Zhou's voice came from the staircase.
I quickly leaned against the wall and struck a pose. "I was just... tidying up my husband's wardrobe!"
Aunt Zhou squinted at me, assessing the situation. "Is that so? Well then, I should check it out."
Oh no, this is going to be embarrassing!
I followed Aunt Zhou into the master bedroom and watched as she rummaged through the drawers.
"The clothes are folded so messily; it’s clear you’re not putting in any effort."
She disdainfully refolded the clothes. "Miss An always folds them like square tofu..."
I thought to myself, Sister, are you inspecting the room or my work?
"By the way, Madam," Aunt Zhou suddenly turned to stare at me, "did you just go into my room?"
My heart skipped a beat. "No, why would I go into your room?"
"Really?" She sneered and pulled a long hair from her pocket.
"Then what about this hair? I have short hair."
I was speechless... What is this, a Sherlock Holmes scene?!
"Aunt Zhou," I decided to take a bold approach. "What exactly do you want? Why do you keep bringing up Miss An? What is her relationship with Song Ming?"
Aunt Zhou's expression darkened. "Madam, meddling in others' affairs comes with consequences."
With that, she turned and left.
Why does that sound like something a villain would say in a drama?
I took out my phone, planning to look up Miss An.
However, as soon as I entered Song Ming's social media account, I found that all his photos were set to private.
Interesting; it seems there’s something fishy going on here!
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