Chapter 167: Cheongsam

After all, having an inexplicable fiancé was quite disgusting.

Thinking about it, she had eaten more than half the meal. After finishing the last two sugar-oil rice cakes, Su Mian wiped her mouth and carried the plate out.

She hadn't forgotten her task. Just in case, she read the family rules again, and after confirming there were no rule traps, she came to the study on the third floor.

She knocked on the door three times, heard a "come in," and pushed the door open, but she was stunned.

The room was pitch black, not a single light was on, and only the light from the street lamp outside penetrated through, but the curtains were drawn, so the effect was minimal.

What does this mean? Mao Rongjun is too ugly to see people?

Su Mian thought randomly, only vaguely seeing a tall figure sitting at the desk. She walked over and sat opposite Mao Rongjun.

"Recite directly?"

Su Mian asked. Seeing the figure opposite nod, she began to recite, her voice crisp, not missing a single word.

She could feel that the person had been staring at her, without blinking, but there was no emotion.

The whole room was quiet, with only the sound of Su Mian's voice. She was very fluent, without a single stutter.

The man's hand tapped on the desk, revealing a sense of laziness.

"Article 9: If the bride violates the rules, the fiancé will discipline her on her behalf. The fiancé's actions are permitted by the family rules."

"Article 10: The Mao family's back courtyard and the old house at the end of the rice fields may not be approached except on festival days."

"Article 11: Any foreign object must be returned to its original place and returned to its owner."

After she finished speaking, the air was silent.

"I've finished reciting."

Su Mian reminded him, looking up at the motionless figure.

"Reach out your hand."

Su Mian didn't understand, so she stretched out her right hand, thinking he was going to give her something. As a result, a ruler fell into her palm. Su Mian hissed, subconsciously curling her fingers.

"Did I use force? What are you calling out for?"

Su Mian blinked, feeling a bit embarrassed. Well, the subconscious reaction in the dark, indeed, apart from the coldness of the ruler, the dull pain lasted for a second and then she felt nothing.

"What about the form of address at night?"

Su Mian was stunned; she had forgotten about this. The family rules said that the form of address at night was different from the day, but it didn't explicitly say what it was.

So she began to brainstorm.

What other forms of address were there? And what did this form of address need to express? It was similar to a relationship.

Like husband, hubby, fiancé, or something related to intimacy, like baby, darling, honey?

"... Fiancé?"

Su Mian chose one at random, and sure enough, the ruler fell into her palm again.

*Slap*

This sound was very crisp, heavier than the previous force. Su Mian shrank her hand, and seeing he had no next step, it was obvious she had to continue calling. Helplessly, Su Mian could only continue.

"Husband."

*Slap*

"Baby."

*Slap*

"Darling."

*Slap*

Well, after testing to this point, Su Mian already had the answer in her heart. Her palm was a bit numb. She shook her hand, grabbed the ruler, and even the man didn't react. She used the ruler to lift the man's chin.

"You want to hear me call you that so much, why don't you call me first?"

This behavior was too bold; no one other than Su Mian could do it. The person opposite was clearly stunned, then chuckled and leaned forward.

"Wife."

Su Mian nodded with feigned satisfaction and put the ruler down. The man tilted his head, signaling her to reply.

But Su Mian stood up, stroking the watch on her hand. It was in the pocket of her coat, and Su Mian touched it and simply put it on directly.

She slowly repeated the family rules.

"Article 4: The Mao family's descendants are of utmost importance. The bride's diet, daily routine, and bathing must be arranged according to the family's arrangements."

"Bathing time happens to be nine o'clock, so, I'm sorry."

A flash of success crossed Su Mian's eyes. Rules are rules. If he wanted to use the rules to make things difficult for her, she could also use the rules to free herself.

So she had calculated the time long ago. She only needed to stay in the room for half an hour. No matter how great the life danger was, Su Mian didn't believe she couldn't last half an hour.

The man was silent, and finally raised his hand and clapped slowly twice.

"Impressive."

The voice was low and steady, without any praise, nor any anger, but Su Mian subjectively felt that he was just a bit disappointed, and it was also as if he knew she would do this long ago, so he wasn't surprised.

"Rest early, wife."

Su Mian responded and went out the door.

Early the next morning, not following the usual practice, the players weren't woken up by the screams of discovering the murderer, but by one crowing of a rooster after another.

The one with the most work-related injury was Meng Yaya. The bedroom door hadn't been closed tightly half the night, and the rooster started crowing right in her ear this morning.

Su Mian woke up and washed up. A knock came at the door; it was the auntie who helped cook yesterday, holding a few cheongsams folded neatly.

"Miss Li, these are the toasting dresses prepared for you by the Mao family. Think it over and pick a set."

Su Mian looked and unfolded them to see. The one on top was a dark red cheongsam, embroidered with pink peonies all over, atmospheric and luxurious.

In the middle was a dark red cheongsam with a large slit, sexy and dazzling, with a few crabapple flowers embroidered on the side of the waist, like blood dyed and spread out, wanton and flamboyant.

The last one was relatively ordinary, an all-black, more conservative long cheongsam, but the fabric was embroidered with gold thread, shining brightly under the light.

"Can I choose any one?"

Su Mian asked tentatively. She didn't dare to take one randomly; that would be underestimating this five-star survival difficulty main residence. Sure enough, the auntie chuckled and shook her head.

"Naturally, choose the one the Mao family likes."

The one the Mao family likes?

She was a bit puzzled, but this hint might refer to the one Mao Rongjun likes. But where could she know what kind he likes?

Su Mian thought for a while and changed the clothes back. "Auntie, these are all very beautiful. Let me think about it for a while, and I'll give you an answer after I wash up, okay?"

The auntie nodded and went out holding the clothes. Su Mian ran out of the door quickly, looking around, and when she found no one was paying attention to her, she quietly went to the third floor.

If it was a toasting dress, she would wear it, and Mao Rongjun would also wear it. If she wanted to choose, she must choose a matching set, so she could only make the correct choice after seeing what Mao Rongjun was wearing.

Unknowingly, she had made the right decision again. Su Mian first pressed her ear to the door of Mao Rongjun's bedroom, listened to the movement inside, turned the doorknob, and tentatively pulled it open.

Mao Rongjun's room was also very large. Although there was no balcony, it was much more expensive than other rooms. Famous landscape paintings and large-scale embroidery were pasted on the walls.

On the left were the trophies and medals he had won since childhood. In the center was a sheet of rice paper, the brush calligraphy on which hadn't been finished. She glanced at it hurriedly, only feeling that the handwriting was wild and unrestrained, very individual, but it had nothing to do with the example picture.

The person lying on the bed was lying on his side facing the window, with his back to Su Mian. Su Mian walked toward the wardrobe on tiptoe and slowed down her movements to pull it open.

The wardrobe still made a harsh *creak* sound. Su Mian held her breath and looked back, finding that the person on the bed had no movement, breathed a sigh of relief, and rummaged through the wardrobe. ===== CHAPTER 168 =====