Chapter 39 Muddleheaded Life (1)


    The more she read, the moreints she made.


    "A donation can make him a good person? It''s really... One hundred million. It''s no big deal to have


    money. " She looked at the price tag and suddenly choked as she wasining.


    In her eyes, Richie had be the spokesperson of niggards. Suddenly, she saw him generosity like


    a hero. Obviously she didn''t believe it, but considered it as a conspiracy.


    Consu was taken aback by his behavior. She couldn''t believe that he would be so generous to


    donate such arge amount of money. If he really did so, then she would have forgiven him for what


    she had been forced to do.


    But he didn''t. Instead, he took revenge with all his strength.


    He was even more miserly than a woman.


    As she pondered over it, she kept scrolling through it. She didn''t stop until she saw the P picture posted


    by theizens named "Xiaoxi 666".


    The phone in her hand suddenly dropped to the ground. The domestic machine was not easy to break,


    so the screen was still bright. That man''s face in the screen faced towards her.


    In the photo, Richie was wearing a formal handmade suit, looking like a business elite. His eyes


    narrowed, as if they were looking at each other.


    She felt so terrified that she couldn''t help but step back. She moved the quilt and fell down on the bed.


    Right then, Consu''s phone rang, reminding her of the new message. Staring at the ceiling with


    widened eyes, Consu''s mind was in a turmoil.


    Who would send her a message now?


    She picked up the mobile phone from the floor, unlocked the simple screen lock, and directly saw the


    small message window. It was from the powerful "devil", Richie.


    With a lingering fear, Consu clicked on the message. It was simple and concise as if she had just


    thought of it and typed it out impatiently.


    ''Just stay in the vi. You don''t need to do anything. If you need anything, just call Nancy and Emily.''


    Staring at the message on the screen, she poked the screen with her finger. She thought that he was


    trying to dismiss her as a disabled person.


    Although he had gone too far, he was endowed with the ability to do so.


    The more she thought about it, the more distressed she felt. She knew that the age gap between them


    was not very big, but he had many powerful pursuers.


    On the contrary, she was not only powerless, but also just had a pursuer who sent several love letters


    during her school period.


    And the person she loved all the time was.... Forget it.


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    She got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. She found a bottle of yogurt with red dates. It seemed


    that the fridge was filled with the yogurt since she appeared.


    "Mrs. Consu, do you want to take a walk in the garden?" Emily came back and saw her standing in


    front of the fridge in a daze and thought she was bored.


    But she did feel bored.


    With a smile, Consu turned her head and said, "No, thanks. I''ll go upstairs and read books."


    It was a full set of books of women''s pregnancy and health care brought to her by that bastard Richie


    last time. They were all limited editions of golden. The rich people were so crazy about these books.


    She walked back and forth in the vi, and she thought it was meaningless to walk in this area where


    surveince cameras could be found.


    Everything was monitored, as if living in a transparent ss world, where no privacy could be found.


    "If you are tired, can I call a masseuse?"


    For this obedient girl, Emily always took special care of her.


    Overwhelmed by an unexpected favor, Consu repeatedly thanked her and then turned her down.


    She was too embarrassed to enjoy this kind of treatment. Besides, it could give Richie the sight of her


    body.


    She bit the straw hard and went upstairs. Her back was filled with deep resentment. Her umted


    dissatisfaction broke out silently, but there was no way to vent it.


    Ever since she met with Richie, she always lost her self-control. Just like what she had seen in the TV


    drama, she broke out the great power of wildness.


    There was a beautiful flower on the balcony, and the cactus she asked for was strange and


    harmonious.


    The book on her face was stirred by the wind. She frowned and flipped over on the deck chair. The


    book finally fell on the floor. She woke up.


    Consu opened her eyes. The sun was setting at the end of the mountain, apanied by thest


    sunset glow.


    She patted her chaotic head. It was gettingte and she had stayed in nothing for a day.


    Although she was not suppressed by the work, she still felt a little ufortable, this pathetic ve.


    Sighing at her bad temper, Consu put down her book and walked into her bedroom. The clock on


    the wall was ticking.


    Half past five, it was time to cook dinner.


    Thest time she tried to cook noodles, but she made the kitchen feel like a scene, which had almost


    be a thorn in her flesh.


    She came to the kitchen and washed the onion. Nancy hurried toe in. She must have heard of


    what she had done, and looked worried about her.


    Nancy drove her away in a polite manner. She also neatly turned off the water and took the onion from


    her hands. "Mrs. Consu, let me do these things. Plea go outside to have a rest first."


    Obviously, she was unwilling to let her do it, but her attitude could be considered respectful.


    Consu wasn''t afraid of the old maid at all. She replied politely, "Nancy, don''t worry. I''ve learned


    cooking before, and I am not bad."


    She had attended a few lessons in the gourmet ss. But after that, she had a conflict with her studies,


    so she had never been to the gourmet ss again. But she had learned a lot about home cooking.


    She was praised by the coach many times, which made her feel like walking on air for a long time.


    Nancy kept silent for a while after she put down the onion. Mr. Richie had given the order not let Mrs.


    Consu into the kitchen. She just did it.


    "Mrs. Consu, there is a heavy smell of cooking in the kitchen and the cooking smoke is not good for


    the health of pregnant women. You''d better let me cook for you."


    While saying that, Nancy walked towards the table where the main meal was, using her action to


    express her stand.


    Biting her lower lip, Consu furrowed her eyebrows. She wondered what kind of a person she was,


    and why she had such a gentle and caring husband. Was it because she had done so many immoral


    things in the past?


    But she couldn''t give up. Before the baby was born, she needed to get a good image before she had to


    ept that man''s punishment.


    It was difficult to get rid of the image he had known. But if she didn''t have a try, she would regret it for a


    lifetime.


    "Nancy, you can rest assured. I guarantee that neither my child nor I will be hurt. Let me cook today.


    You just have a break, okay?" Consu said obediently, showing two dimples on her cheeks.


    Nancypressed her lips into a bitter smile. She couldn''t offend either Mr. Richie or Mrs. Consu. It


    was the hardest choice to choose to stand between them.


    "Mrs. Consu, please don''t make things difficult for our servants. If Mr. Richie sees that, no one can


    bear the responsibility."


    Since she had said such words, it would be unreasonable to insist. So Consu had to soften her tone


    and said, "Nancy, see how nice Richie is to me. He doesn''t allow me to do anything."


    Well, what a nice man!