I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

His Young Master had simply played his cards unreasonably.

Why did he suddenly bring a Young Madam back?

This wasn’t right.

Wasn’t the Young Master suffering from “misogyny”? Even after more than ten years, this illness hadn’t been cured yet.

This was just too sudden, wasn’t it?

And he had even said not long ago that he wasn’t interested in women and he didn’t plan to get married in his life.

Uncle Zhang had too many questions in his mind and was feeling a little confused.

“Yes.” Mo Yesi glanced at him and smirked. “I only decided to bring her back last-minute, so I didn’t tell you in advance. You can report back now and tell them that I’m back with the Young Madam.”

Uncle Zhang was still shocked and had yet to digest this information. He nodded competently and said, “Okay, I’m on my way.”

He turned around and left before them.

Qiao Mianmian gently pulled on Mo Yesi’s sleeves and said softly, “Who is in your house today?”

Mo Yesi squeezed her palm and walked forward with his arms around her. “My dad is abroad and will be back in a few days. There’s probably my mother and my grandma at home.”

“What about your grandpa?”

“The old man died of illness five years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay.” Mo Yesi smiled. “Everyone experiences mortality, it’s not a taboo topic.”

They talked as they walked and passed by many people who greeted them.

Qiao Mianmian was also stared at by many of them along the way. She could feel that they were secretly sizing her up.

Moreover, their eyes were full of shock and disbelief when they saw her.

Like Uncle Zhang, they looked like they had seen something extraordinary.

Qiao Mianmian felt like she had become a rare animal.

But after thinking about it, she felt like she could understand it.

Mo Yesi had always had that strange illness of being unable to touch women.

But now, he had suddenly brought her home and was even being so intimate with her. Everyone who didn’t know the truth would be surprised.

Just like that, they walked into the hall under scrutiny.

The uncomfortable feeling expanded even further in the hall.

“Old Madam, Madam, the Young Master is back.”

As soon as the maid reported their arrival, Qiao Mianmian felt an unkind look settle on her.

She looked up and saw Shen Rou sitting on the sofa.

Next to her sat a middle-aged woman, dressed gracefully and luxuriously.

The middle-aged woman was about 40 years old. She looked good, had fair skin, and possessed an elegant temperament.

At first glance, she looked like a lady of prestigious background.

Her face was pretty similar to Mo Yesi’s.

Qiao Mianmian guessed that she was probably Mo Yesi’s mother.

She was indeed worthy of being a prestigious young lady. The overall aura she exuded was different from ordinary people.

Another person was sitting on the sofa in the middle.

He was an old man in his sixties. Like the middle-aged woman, the old man had a good temperament. Even if he was half a century old, it was obvious that he was handsome when he was young.

The Old Madam of the prestigious family looked different in spirit.

Her complexion was flushed and full of energy. It was obvious that she had lived an extremely superior life for a long time to nourish such an elegant and noble temperament that was unique to others.

Without a need to guess, Qiao Mianmian knew she must be Mo Yesi’s grandmother.

At the sudden visit, the psychological preparations that Qiao Mianmian had built up along the way did not come in handy at all.