Chapter 67

"Sasha, come, Ninth Concubine made some chicken soup. I'll get you a bowl to fill your stomach first. We'll eat together when Seventh Brother comes home. Be a good girl!"

Ninth Concubine walked in with a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup in her hands, completely ignoring Yisha's conversation with Seventh Brother.

Hu Yifei heard everything clearly from the other end of the phone. He said in a protective tone, "Listen to Ninth Concubine and drink the soup first. When Seventh Brother is done with his work, he'll come home and eat with Sasha. Be a good girl!"

Yisha pondered for a moment before replying weakly, "Mm." She raised her eyes again. Ninth Madame appeared especially attentive at this moment. Her face, which was covered in rouge, was smiling like a flower. Her amiable appearance made her feel that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

It was as if all of this was an illusion, and the truth was unknown.

"Sasha, talk to Yifei on the phone." Ninth Concubine blew at the oil stains on the surface of the soup before putting down the porcelain bowl.

"Yes, but I don't dare to eat it!" Yisha answered honestly, her fingernails leaving a few thin marks on the red desk.

Seventh Brother's door was pushed open just as Yisha finished speaking.

She wanted to go downstairs, but Ninth Concubine was downstairs. She didn't want to see her. After thinking about it, she decided to go to Seventh Brother's room and call him.

"Seventh Brother …"

Yisha called out to Seventh Brother softly as soon as the call went through.

"What happened?" Hu Yifei smiled. He liked it when this little one said that she missed him.

"Seventh Brother, Nanny Zhang's second son went home because of his illness. I'm so hungry."

"Didn't Ninth Concubine cook for you?" Hu Yifei asked again.

When she was ten years old, Hu Xue deliberately put a doll under her bed and framed her as a thief. Everyone in the family thought that she was the one who stole it. Even Seventh Brother almost believed it. Later, Hu Yiming stood up and said that he put it under her bed.

For this, Hu Yiming was even beaten by her grandfather.

The past was still vivid in her mind. She knew very well who in the Hu family treated her well and who didn't.

"Sasha?

Are you alright? "Hu Yifei stopped what he was doing and looked surprised.

"Seventh Brother, Sasha misses you. Come back quickly."

Yisha tapped her chin on the desk, holding the microphone in one hand and scratching the surface of the desk with her other hand.

"There's really no need." Yisha closed the door without another word.

At seven o 'clock in the evening, Seventh Brother still hadn't come back, but Yisha was also hungry. If Seventh Brother didn't come back, she wouldn't eat. She didn't know when Seventh Brother would come back.

If it weren't for the Hu family and Seventh Brother, she would have died long ago. She was grateful to the Hu family, Seventh Brother, and her grandfather.

Of course, she was also grateful to Hu Yiming.

"Sasha, concubine mother made soup. I'll bring you a bowl later!

At this moment, Ninth Concubine said kindly.

"No need!

Yisha rejected her outright. The more Ninth Concubine tried to please her, the more she felt like a weasel paying a visit to a chicken. She was up to no good.

"You silly child. You're still growing. How can you not eat at night?"

Ninth Concubine deliberately rebuked her.

Ninth Concubine was definitely not a good person. She didn't like her very much, so she avoided her like the plague.

Moreover, there were only the two of them left in the house. She didn't know what Ninth Concubine was up to.

Therefore, she couldn't afford to offend such a woman, so she avoided her. Of course, she wasn't afraid of her. It was just that she owed the Hu family a favor, so she should keep a low profile.

Grandpa always said that everything would prosper if the family was harmonious.

She didn't want the Hu family to be upset because of her and cause chaos in the Hu family.

She wanted to talk with more like-minded people about "Seventh Master Dotes on His Wife in Different Ways: Hubby, It Hurts".

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