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Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet (Web Novel) - Chapter 2399 - This is the time for growth
Chapter 2399: This is the time for growth
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the following days, Yin Yuerong mainly stayed at Wanmei Villa.
Outside Wanmei Villa, the security turned stricter and everyone was on high alert. However, inside the villa, it was a completely different atmosphere.
After Yin Yuerong returned from the Arbitration Council in a terrible mood, all the servants were certain their next few days would be disastrous.
To their surprise, Yin Yuerong’s mood returned to normal at the turn of a head and she even… appeared to be in a better mood than normal.
Auntie Qiao was euphoric. She originally hoped Yin Yuerong would come around to it and quickly release the child, but now she sincerely wished Little Young Master could stay several more days.
After Little Young Master’s arrival, while Madam might’ve been as unreasonable as always, she was also extraordinarily patient in front of Little Young Master. Plus, Little Young Master was so adorable, so all the servants in the villa grew to like him very much within a few short days.
Since that day, Yin Yuerong tacitly permitted Tangtang to enter the study and her bedroom as he wished.
Outside the window, the winter sun cast rays of warmth into the room. Yin Yuerong was handling her business affairs on her desk while Tangtang quietly stayed nearby and drew. The grandmother and grandson duo was unusually harmonious, displaying the comforts of life.
Auntie Qiao softly knocked on the study door. “Madam.”
Yin Yuerong called out: “Enter.”
When Auntie Qiao entered and saw the scene inside, the corners of her eyes involuntarily reddened.
“Madam, what dishes would you like today? I’ll ask the kitchen to prepare them,” Auntie Qiao said.
Yin Yuerong didn’t look up. “Anything is fine.”
She had never been particular about food.
And so, Auntie Qiao turned to Tangtang. “Little Young Master, what about you? What do you want to eat?”
Tangtang set down the coloring pencil in his hand and mulled it over before announcing, “Auntie Qiao, I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs!”
Auntie Qiao looked troubled upon hearing that. “Um…”
Yin Yuerong had been a vegetarian all these years, so all three meals prepared at the Yin Estate each day were vegetarian dishes without exception.
Auntie Qiao looked at Yin Yuerong and probed, “Madam, how about we ask the kitchen to prepare a meat dish?”
Upon seeing the displeasure on Yin Yuerong’s face, Auntie Qiao promptly added, “After all, Madam, this is the time that children grow…”
When Yin Yuerong heard Auntie Qiao say “time to grow,” she answered, “You can.”
Auntie Qiao turned joyous. “Great, I’ll go make preparations now!”
Similar scenes played out in the next few days. As long as it was the little young master’s request, Yin Yuerong might look unhappy but she would fulfill nearly all of his wishes in the end.
“Grandma, you’ve been working for two hours in a row! You need to rest! Tangtang wants to talk to you!” The little fella pattered over to his grandmother.
Yin Yuerong put down the document she was holding. “Talk about what?”
The little fella had basically become her overseer now and insisted on accompanying her when she worked every day. When it was time, he’d urge her to rest and converse with her.
At first, she only listened, but later on, she got used to this child seeking her out for conversation and slowly started responding.
Tangtang inquisitively asked, “Were you the one who named Daddy, Grandma?”
“Mm.”
Tangtang immediately asked another question. “Where did you get Daddy’s name? What does it mean?”
Yin Yuerong’s expression became dazed. “It was a long time ago, so I don’t remember well. It was probably because it was a night in the twelfth lunar month when I gave birth to your father, and it was very cold that night…”
The details of that night were very fuzzy in her memories. The only crystal clear detail was cold—bone-chilling coldness.
