Chapter 9: From Now On, You Shall Be Called Qiu'er

With a look of astonishment, Xiao Tao looked at the Madam, then at Butler Xu, "Madam... you know Xiao Tao?"

Hearing Qiu'er refer to herself as Xiao Tao, Han Ling felt as though she had mistaken her for someone else. Indeed, how could Qiu'er have ended up in this strange place?

Han Ling said disappointedly, "Xiao Tao? So you aren't Qiu'er."

Butler Xu could tell that the Madam had mistaken her for someone, "Xiao Tao, from now on you shall be called Qiu'er. Quickly, thank the Madam for granting you a name."

The Shen household had always been managed by Butler Xu, so Xiao Tao could only comply. However, for some reason, Xiao Tao felt as if she also knew the Madam, so she did not resist the Madam changing her name. "Qiu'er thanks the Madam for granting her a name."

They really do look identical. Han Ling looked at Qiu'er. "There is no need for thanks. I am changing your name; aren't you angry?"

This Madam didn't have the slightest air of a young lady of high status. Butler Xu said respectfully to Han Ling, "The Madam is joking. You are the master; she should be burning high incense to thank you for granting her a name."

"Xiao... Qiu'er, assist the Madam back to the side bedroom." Because the name had suddenly changed, Butler Xu couldn't get it right immediately and almost called her Xiao Tao. The reason it was the side bedroom was because President Shen had instructed that the Madam could be settled in the side bedroom.

Butler Xu knew that President Shen had married this Madam only for the sake of the Mo family. But if she were arranged in the side bedroom and later returned to the Mo family and told her father, wouldn't the Mo family fly into a rage? Regardless, he was just a butler; since President Shen had arranged it this way, he believed he would handle it himself.

After speaking, Butler Xu walked upstairs.

"Madam, Qiu'er will assist you back to your room."

Qiu'er supported Han Ling as they walked upstairs.

"Madam, I don't know why, but it feels as if Qiu'er knew you in a past life. Does the Qiu'er you mentioned really look that much like me?" Qiu'er asked curiously.

Hearing Qiu'er say the same, Han Ling grabbed Qiu'er's hand and said happily, "You feel it too? She really looks exactly like you."

As the Madam held her hand, Qiu'er felt a warmth in her heart. To look like the Madam's friend was her good fortune. "Is that Miss Qiu'er your friend?"

Hearing Qiu'er ask this, Han Ling suddenly felt it was better not to tell Qiu'er the truth; after all, this place was still too unfamiliar. Han Ling believed she would definitely tell Qiu'er in the future.

Thus, for the first time in her life, Han Ling lied. "Yes, she is."

As the two spoke, they unknowingly reached the door of the side bedroom.

"Madam, this is your room. Qiu'er has already tidied it up for you. The clothes in the wardrobe were bought for you by Nanny Wang. If there are no other instructions, Qiu'er will not disturb your rest. Tomorrow, Qiu'er will take you around to get acquainted with everything, as well as some of the taboos of this house."

The rules of the Shen family had to be told to the Madam, otherwise, the Madam would be the one to suffer. They all knew President Shen's temperament; he was a man of his word.

This room was so beautiful. Han Ling had never seen anything like it before. She didn't know how to describe it, only saying, "What a beautiful room."

Hearing the Madam say this, Qiu'er felt it was strange. The Madam was a lady of the Mo family; their home shouldn't be much worse than this, and this was only the side bedroom.

Logically speaking, since the Madam and President Shen were already married, shouldn't she be sleeping in the master bedroom? However, since the butler had instructed it, she could only follow orders. She was merely a domestic servant of the Shen family; she shouldn't meddle too much in the masters' affairs. "Madam, if there is nothing else, Qiu'er will go down to help Nanny Wang prepare dinner."

Han Ling had no idea what Qiu'er was thinking. She was too busy admiring the bedroom and didn't listen to Qiu'er at all, merely giving a vague response, "Mm."

Seeing that the Madam had agreed, Qiu'er walked out of the room, closing the door behind her before leaving.

Han Ling looked around the room, having never seen such furniture and facilities before. "This is completely different from our place. But for some reason, although it is beautiful, it feels very lifeless, as if it's deathly still," Han Ling muttered to herself.

Her own room, though not as beautiful as this, was after all the room she had lived in for over ten years; she only felt a sense of strangeness toward this place.

Walking to the bed against the wall, Han Ling lay down. She was exhausted from this day; she needed to lie down and rest for a while.

Suddenly, she felt a bounce the moment she lay down. "Ah!" Han Ling let out a soft cry.

Back at the Mo house, no matter what happened, she never dared to cry out loudly for fear her father would hear.

This bed was so strange, it could even bounce a person. Everything here was so strange. Why did that Butler Xu bring her here? Madam? Whose Madam was she? These questions troubled Han Ling. Suddenly, she missed Big Brother Shen so much. Why wasn't she allowed to call him Big Brother Shen?

As she thought, tears welled up in Han Ling's eyes. "Big Brother Shen, where are you? I miss you so much."

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