The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 183: The Maid and Young Master’s Cosplay?

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: The Maid and Young Master’s Cosplay?

The following morning, at dawn.

Ming Ran appeared at the Lu Family’s old house in a white dress.

The hem of the dress featured an ink-splashed pattern, fashioned into pleats.

Tall and strikingly beautiful, Ming Ran usually wore heavy makeup.

But today she only applied foundation and dabbed on some bean paste-colored lipstick, looking plainly beautiful with a pure, moonlit charm.

"Grandma, I remember you like flower arranging, right? Do you like these Juliet roses? They’re for your flower arrangements."

With a pot of roses in hand, Ming Ran shone brightly in the sunlight.

The old lady was extremely delighted, gesturing for the servants to take the pot.

"You are so thoughtful."

Juliet roses are the emperors of roses, invaluable.

They look different from ordinary roses and require a longer cultivation period, at least ten years usually.

Therefore, this type of flower is exceptionally precious.

On the market, a Juliet rose once fetched a price of over 26 million at auction.

While gifting doesn’t necessarily have to be expensive, if it is to one’s taste and also pricey, it wins hearts all the more.

The old lady was already quite fond of Ming Ran, and she patted her hand affectionately.

"Grandma, can I help with anything? You’re having your big birthday celebration at home, right?" Ming Ran asked sweetly.

"No need, your second aunt and aunt are taking care of it," the old lady paused. "Actually, there is something you can help with."

"Just tell me."

"Go to the third room in the east wing and tidy it up; that room now belongs to Zhendong."

At those words, Ming Ran lowered her head, her cheeks instantly flushing red: "Okay."

The old lady smiled knowingly, "Zhendong’s family is no longer around, and I am in charge of his martial affairs now. Don’t worry, grandma will help you."

"Thank you, grandma." Ming Ran bit her lip, lifting her head, her eyes glistening.

"Back then, I left Zhendong, aren’t you angry with me, grandma?"

"Who hasn’t been young? Who hasn’t made mistakes in their youth? These past years, Zhendong went abroad, he may not know your situation, but we do. ’A prodigal who returns is more precious than gold,’ and it’s the same for a woman," the old lady caressed the back of Ming Ran’s hand.

Ming Ran’s nose tingled, and she couldn’t help crying: "Grandma, I assure you, I won’t let Zhendong down again. If I do, may I be struck by lightning."

"Silly child, don’t swear carelessly, go on," the old lady let go of her hand and waved her off.

Ming Ran nodded and turned towards the east wing.

Stepping into the courtyard and arriving outside Zhendong’s room, she took a deep breath.

Just as she was about to push the door and enter, a clear voice came from behind.

"Ranran sister?"

Ming Ran turned around in surprise, and through the archway saw Wen Jingya standing at the entrance, first shocked, then smiling and waving: "Yaya, long time no see."

Wen Jingya stepped through the archway, looking Ming Ran up and down in disbelief: "Ranran sister, what brings you here?"

Ming Ran laughed awkwardly: "Well, grandma is having her seventieth birthday, I came over to help out."

Fearing that Wen Jingya might not welcome her, she quickly added, "With Xingzhou’s permission..."

"Oh, I see," Wen Jingya said with a forced laugh.

She and Ming Ran were never close and hardly ever associated with each other.

But as both lived in the society of the rich, they were bound to run into each other and needed to exchange pleasantries.

Wen Jingya had only approached out of curiosity upon seeing Ming Ran.

She had gleaned from conversations at the dinner table that grandma intended to pair Ming Ran with her third brother again.

With this in mind, Wen Jingya smiled sweetly, immediately putting on a flattering look: "Ranran sister, that dress is so beautiful!"

"Thank you," Ming Ran responded with a smile.

"It’s a birthday gift from my third brother, but I ruined it and had a designer make an identical one."

"Which designer is that capable?" Wen Jingya asked casually.

Creating a replica could be done by any ordinary tailor.

"Yi Sha," said Ming Ran indifferently, her gaze already on Zhendong’s room door, her mind not with Wen Jingya anymore.

Wen Jingya was merely making small talk.

But when she heard the name "Yi Sha," her eyes immediately lit up.

"Which Yi Sha? The famous designer Yi Sha who designs clothes for those international top brands?" Wen Jingya asked.

Ming Ran nodded, "Exactly."

"Sis, you actually got her to make clothes for you?" Wen Jingya was thrilled, grabbing her hand, "Could you let her make one for me too later on?"

"Ah?" Ming Ran was startled.

"No?" Wen Jingya frowned.

"No, it’s possible." Ming Ran wanted to end the trivial chit-chat.

Wen Jingya trembled with excitement, talking to herself, "Then we have a deal, Ranran sis!"

"Isn’t it Grandma’s 70th birthday? How about I bring my mother over, and we bring Yi Sha along?" Ming Ran said perfunctorily.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jingya nodded like a pecking chicken, "Yes, yes! Then you can introduce me."

"Sure." Ming Ran’s mind wasn’t there anymore because she heard some noise from Lu Zhendong’s room.

"Your third brother is in the room, isn’t he?" she asked.

"He should be, he’s off today since it’s Saturday."

"Then I’ll go find your third brother."

"Alright, I won’t disturb you two then." Wen Jingya, satisfied with her gain, was content.

If she could wear a dress designed by Yi Sha to school, she could really show off.

The two parted ways.

Ming Ran hurried to Lu Zhendong’s room, her hand clenched into a fist, knocking softly on the door.

"Young Master, are you up? I’m here to clean the room."

She imitated the tone of a servant.

Lu Zhendong, completely off guard, responded lazily, "Come in."

She pushed the door and entered, just in time to see Lu Zhendong heading to the washroom.

The room smelled nice. A small incense burner sat on the antique wooden bed.

The incense had burned out, with wisps of remaining smoke. The fragrance was emanating from this incense burner.

Ming Ran frowned and dumped out the incense ashes.

Back when she and Lu Zhendong were dating, he didn’t burn incense while sleeping.

Upon another look, not just this had changed—many things were different from before.

His clothes were hanging on the rack. She went over and rummaged through them, finding a purple shirt.

During the time they dated, she didn’t like him wearing purple, because she didn’t like the color.

And that’s not all.

Ming Ran discovered cigarettes and a lighter on the desk.

He didn’t used to smoke.

But there were several cigarette butts in the ashtray, which suggested that he now had a serious smoking habit.

"What are you doing?"

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Lu Zhendong walked out and immediately noticed a sneaky figure crouching down, looking at something on the desk.

Startled by the man’s questioning voice, Ming Ran turned abruptly, and the cigarette case she was holding dropped with a ’clatter’.

As their eyes met, Ming Ran swallowed hard, her heartbeat quickening.

She stared at the man without blinking, stuttering, "I... I’m cleaning your room."

Lu Zhendong couldn’t believe his eyes.

The person who entered his room calling him ’Young Master’ wasn’t a servant, but her?

He felt like he was being played, especially seeing her getup.

She was actually wearing the dress he had given her back then!

Did she not understand the significance of this dress?

That first night he spent with Ming Ran, she was wearing this dress.

Now, what did it mean for her to wear that dress from the past?

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