Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 355 The Sacred Relic of the Gatekeeper, White Flame Blood Jade

The housekeeper seemed surprised that Ning Yao would care so much about a title, and feigned astonishment.

"Okay, Miss Ning, please come this way. We have prepared three guest rooms for you."

“Two rooms are enough,” Wen Tingye said in a deep voice, once again rejecting the housekeeper’s words.

After speaking, Wen Tingye walked to Ning Yao's side, took her hand, and the two walked side by side, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match.

The housekeeper's face instantly turned ugly. She hadn't even taken the position of sect leader yet, so what was she acting so arrogantly about?

However, given that Ning Yao was the heir to the Si Clan, she couldn't say anything.

Si Si looked indifferently at everything before her, only glancing at Ning Yao's back with some worry before composed herself and following her.

The housekeeper led them to the room and then stopped, saying in a lukewarm tone, "The sect leader is busy today and cannot see you all. You must be tired from your journey, so please get some rest for the night."

Seeing that Wen Tingye had booked two rooms, Ning Yao naturally walked to the door of the other room, intending to stay with Guan Ying.

But before she could even get her footing, a large hand grabbed her arm from behind and gently pulled her back. The hand was incredibly hot, with a chilling heat.

Ning Yao leaned to one side, stumbled, and almost fell, but fortunately her lower body was stable enough to keep her footing.

Ning Yao frowned and looked at the owner of the large hand, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes: "Wen Tingye?"

Wen Tingye laughed and said, "There are only two rooms, so of course you'll stay in one with me. Come on over."

Ning Yao shook her head: "This is Simen, don't be silly. I'll just sleep in the same room as Guan Ying."

Actually, Ning Yao wasn't used to living with others. Although the room was big, it was still better to have her own private space.

The idea of ​​having two rooms was Wen Tingye's. Now that the rooms have been arranged, she didn't want to bother the Simen people anymore.

Fortunately, the person she lived with was Guan Ying. Guan Ying had been by her side all this time, and she had gotten used to her presence.

Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't think Miss Guan is used to sharing a room with you."

After speaking, Wen Tingye's sharp, hawk-like eyes looked at Guan Ying, startling her. She quickly replied, "I prefer to live alone. Miss Ning, you should stay with Mr. Wen."

Guan Ying dared not agree to share a room with Ning Yao under Wen Tingye's pressure. After she finished speaking, she put her hand on Ning Yao's shoulder and pushed her out with a little force, then closed her room door without any mercy.

Ning Yao opened her lips, raised her hand to rub her shoulder, but couldn't utter a single word.

Guan Ying is usually very arrogant in front of others, so why does she become timid when she sees Wen Tingye? Is this the legendary bully who preys on the weak?

Wen Tingye leaned casually against the doorway, looking at Ning Yao with a half-smile, his sexy thin lips curving into a beautiful arc.

"What are you standing there for? Come in now!" The man's deep voice echoed in the corridor, as if reverb had been added in post-production, making Ning Yao's scalp tingle.

She felt like a lamb to the slaughter, about to be devoured by Wen Tingye, this hungry wolf, leaving not even a bone fragment.

Ning Yao moved along as slowly as a snail, taking several minutes to cover a distance of less than ten meters.

However, Wen Tingye was very patient and did not urge Ning Yao, but just looked at her with a smile.

The woman eventually went into Wen Tingye's room, her face showing reluctance, but the man didn't care at all; the smile in his eyes even intensified.

The door slammed shut, and the men and women in the corridor all returned to their rooms, and it fell silent.

The housekeeper stood at the end of the corridor for a moment, pursed her lips slightly, then quickly turned the corner and went downstairs to another luxurious building.

In this palatial mansion, a European-style bedroom stands out.

The bedroom door was open, clearly indicating that the owner did not intend to close the door to rest, but was waiting for someone.

A well-maintained and beautiful woman is looking at herself in the mirror. Her skin, which has just been treated, is as smooth and translucent as white jade. She has charming eyes and a voluptuous figure.

At her feet lay an Inca hairless dog with a red leather strap with a metal buckle around its neck.

During mealtime, the hairless dog bared its teeth, lowered its head, and gnawed at the few pieces of raw, bloody meat in its bowl.

Its skin was as black as charcoal, with only uneven patches of pinkish-red on its face and below its neck, making it look menacing and resembling a vicious dog.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, it immediately bared its teeth and let out a low, fierce growl. Its droopy ears swayed with its movements, appearing shiny in the light from inside the room.

The housekeeper hurried to the bedroom, stopped at the door, and bowed respectfully.

"Madam, they have already entered their respective bedrooms."

"Come in and talk." The beautiful woman, addressed as the First Madam, moved her fingers and massaged her cheeks twice with her fingertips.

"Yes." The housekeeper followed her instructions and entered the First Madam's bedroom, closing the door behind her.

An incense burner was burning on the table in the bedroom, wisps of white smoke drifting from the gaps in the patterned top of the burner, and a light fragrance lingered in the room, bringing peace of mind.

"You've met that girl, what did you think of her?"

The First Madam's gaze remained fixed on herself in the mirror, never once glancing at the housekeeper. Her actions seemed as if she were talking to herself.

The beautiful woman's voice was exceptionally languid and elegant, slow and deliberate, as if she were reading poetry, giving people a particularly pleasant feeling.

"That woman named Ning Yao is sharing a room with a handsome man, and their relationship seems to be more than just friendship," the housekeeper replied truthfully.

"Oh? You brought a man with you?"

"That man is most likely Si Si's biological father."

"She is a straightforward person and doesn't shy away from anything. In a foreign country, she said she would stay in a room and that's it."

The First Madam raised an eyebrow at the mirror, a fleeting look of surprise crossing her eyes before returning to calm, as if she hadn't felt a ripple at all.

“Ning Yao didn’t request to share a room; it was that man who made the request,” the housekeeper explained to the lady.

"Oh? That's interesting..."

"Is there a faint line on her wrist?"

The lady rose from her dressing table, walked to the edge of the sofa, and gracefully sat down.

"Yes, it's on the left wrist. It is indeed a sacred relic of the Simen, the White Flame Blood Jade." The housekeeper lowered her head, not daring to meet the noblewoman's gaze, and answered the noblewoman's questions cautiously and nervously.

"It's good that it's her. You can go now and do what you need to do," the lady said with a smile.

"Yes, Madam." The housekeeper nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." The lady seemed to remember something, straightened her neck, and her languid voice rang out again in the room, pleasant to the ear.

"Dore's appetite isn't very good today. You can give him the rest of the meat as a snack."