Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 1717

Chapter 1717: Chapter 1718: Third Mistress

Chiang Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the boundless sea. Her hands were tucked in the crook of her arms, red lips lightly pressed together. Sunlight fell across her face, casting a profile shadow.

"Third Madam, the Master has finished his meeting."

Behind Chiang Qing, a maid in a white Tang jacket and black pants, her hair braided into a thick plait, stood with both hands folded in front of her lower abdomen and called out respectfully.

Chiang Qing slightly turned her head and said, "Got it, bring the soup over."

"Yes, ma’am." The maid answered and left.

Chiang Qing glanced at the golden shimmer on the sea’s surface, then finally turned around to see the maid come out carrying a tray. On it sat a dragon-and-phoenix patterned stew pot, along with a celadon soup bowl and a spoon.

People came out of the study. When they saw Chiang Qing, they all bowed slightly, then left one after another.

Chiang Qing kept a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, directing the maid to set the soup down on the coffee table. She herself walked over to the study door, knocked, and only went in after hearing a response.

By Shen Rong’s side, as always, stood his trusted right-hand man Lin Biao, slightly bent over, saying something to him. When he saw Cheng Su come in, he stopped talking, nodded, and greeted her as Third Mistress.

Chiang Qing also gave him a nod, then looked at Shen Rong and said in a half-complaining tone, "You’ve been in meetings the whole afternoon. You should take a break, shouldn’t you? The soup I made has been on the stove for hours."

Such a delicate flower acting coy was quite a sight and enough to stir a man’s heart. Lin Biao’s eyes flickered as he looked toward Shen Rong.

As expected, the old man’s expression softened as well. He waved a hand at him. "We’ll stop here for now. If this goes on any longer, your Third Mistress is going to blow up."

Lin Biao smiled and answered in agreement.

Shen Rong stood up. Chiang Qing hurried over, taking his arm, and walked out of the living room together with him.

The soup was already set on the coffee table. Chiang Qing ladled it out herself, blew on it to cool it, and asked, "Do you want me to feed you, or will you drink it yourself?"

Shen Rong took it and had a sip. "Is this sea coconut?"

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