The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: General Zhan scoffed: It is well-deserved that you can’t grow any taller
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Just as Jiang Mianmian recoiled her body quietly to avoid him…

The corners of General Zhan’s lips raised into a cold smile. He casually taunted her, “You are so afraid of me, yet you still love to flaunt your sharp tongue in front of me. Mianmian, you are too disobedient.”

It seemed like he had managed to jab at the female leopard’s weakness, as she could not maintain her haughty expression.

Even though she gave in to her temper and kicked him…

After interacting with him all this while, she may not have gotten a firm grasp of this man, but she still had a degree of understanding about him. Although Zhan Muqian was a little fierce with her, even if he was really angry… she did not believe that he would really hit her.

Thinking about this, Mianmian puffed out her chest firmly.

She could not tell exactly what attitude of hers was inciting him either. She rolled her eyes and provoked him, “I wouldn’t dare, Uncle Zhan. These words are coming from my heart. The bystanders are taking it for real as well. You and your fiancee are truly compatible. And she also has a child after all…”

Before she could even finish her words, the intense and dark atmosphere was starting to close in on them—

Even if she was gutsy enough, she still felt a little guilty. Therefore, she did not dare to continue saying these provocative words.

Mianmian did not dare to look at his gaze. She shrunk back into her blanket and covered it over her head as she lay down…

…

Jiang Mianmian slept till 8.30 am in the morning before she woke up naturally.

She had no impression of what time Zhan Muqian had left her room last night.

After cleaning herself up, she headed downstairs. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear the little child’s voice speaking in a tender manner.

Ruan Qingtong was currently feeding Chenchen. As she saw Jiang Mianmian, she nodded her head courteously, “Miss Zhan, good morning. Chenchen made quite a din last night. Did he disturb your rest?”

Jiang Mianmian shook her head. “No, I slept well. Moreover, the soundproofing in this villa is very good.”

Ruan Qingtong was genuinely interested in this ‘Miss Zhan’ whom she had never seen before.

She was his niece and at least 16 to 17 years old. For someone who was no longer a child, she was sleeping in Zhan Muqian’s private living space and seemed to be accustomed to it…

Yet the scene that happened after, left Ruan Qingtong with suspicions.

When Zhan Muqian came down from the stairs, Mianmian had just finished a cup of coffee.

In front of Ruan Qingtong and Ruan Jingchen, she smiled and greeted him openly, “Second uncle, good morning.”

Zhan Muqian ignored her and sat upright and still as he ate his breakfast.

Chenchen was calm for a few minutes before he escaped from Ruan Qingtong. He stuck to Zhan Muqian’s side and began to act coquettishly, calling him, “Godfather, godfather.”

Jiang Mianmian did not hate this kid, but she felt a little frustrated by him.

Ruan Qingtong was nonchalant throughout, quietly observing everything that was happening at the dining table.

The way Zhan Muqian looked at his “niece” seemed a little impatient. But since he had sat down, he had not even looked at Chenchen properly a single time as his gaze never left the girl sitting opposite him.

Mianmian was just about to find an excuse to leave the dining hall when the man suddenly raised his finger and knocked it against the table. “Finish that swallow’s nest. The kitchen prepared it especially for you.”

The girl’s quick-witted eyes glanced at him and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to. There’s milk inside. I hate drinking milk the most.”

She only heard General Zhan’s, “It is well-deserved that you can’t grow any taller.”

Jiang Mianmian held back her breath as she was close to banging on the table out of anger.

But she endured it. Tugging at her lips, she intentionally puffed out her chest as she said, “My height is more or less fixed at this age. Drinking more milk wouldn’t help. Also… The places that should have grown have already grown. Don’t you think so, uncle?”