Suspicion

Xue Yating's heart sank when she suddenly saw the woman. Even though she did not want to suspect her husband, those strange messages were like termites that had burrowed into her bones. They kept biting her, making her heart feel especially terrible.

She could not care less and ran straight down the stairs. In the living room, she saw the woman An Xianming had brought in. She was a little old.

"Hubby! Who is she?"

Xue Yating stared at the woman and asked suspiciously.

An Xianming walked over and hugged her, introducing her to her. "This is Sister Ling, I specially invited her to take care of you."

"Take care of me? Aren't there servants at home?"

Xue Yating was skeptical about An Xianming suddenly hiring a nanny to take care of her.

"It's different. Sister Ling knows about nutrition. She will be in charge of your nutritional diet in the future."

An Xianming then pointed to the direction of the room and ordered her to settle down.