The maids bowed their heads in unison, welcoming the arrival of their master with impeccable courtesy. "This is your madam," Mo Qingcheng announced, his voice firm but polite. "Show her the same respect and deference as you would me."
Gu Shengsheng's lips twitched slightly, her eyes darting around the opulent foyer. She felt a surge of discomfort at the formalities, her mind struggling to keep up with the sudden change in her circumstances.
Noticing her discomfort, he slightly waved his hand, and the crowd dispersed. They were left alone in silence, unaware of what to say; his cell phone rang, breaking the silence between them; Mo Qingcheng's eyes locked onto hers as he answered the phone call, his voice low and commanding. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him, unsure of what to make of his intensity.
As he spoke, her eyes wandered to the foyer, taking in the crystal chandelier and the artwork; she felt out of place, like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea.
Mo Qingcheng's phone call ended, and he turned his attention back to her, "dinner will be served soon," he said, "you'll need to get changed .". Gu Sheng Sheng nodded,feeling a surge of nervousness. What would dinner be like? Would she be expected to play the role of a perfect wife?
Mo Qingcheng gestured to a maid who stepped forward to escort her to change, As they walked, she could not help but wonder what the night had in store for her.
The maid led Gu Shengsheng to a lavish bedroom, the bed covered in crisp white sheets and pillows, adorned with subtle silver embroidery. The room was a reflection of Mo Qingcheng's refined taste, with sleek black furniture, sparse yet elegant artwork, and a hint of minimalist sophistication. The overall atmosphere was one of understated luxury, exuding a sense of calm control.
"Your dress for dinner is laid out on the bed," the maid said, her voice soft and polite. "If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask."
Gu Shengsheng nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the maid. As the maid left, Gu Shengsheng approached the bed, her eyes fixed on the dress laid out before her.
It was a stunning red gown, the silk fabric shimmering in the light. Gu Shengsheng's heart skipped a beat as she picked up the dress, feeling the smooth fabric between her fingers.
As she changed into the dress, Gu Shengsheng couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would dinner be like? Would Mo Qingcheng expect her to play the role of perfect wife?
As she finished dressing, Gu Shengsheng heard a knock at the door. "Come in," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
The door opened, and Mo Qingcheng stood before her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky.
Gu Shengsheng felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Mo Qingcheng approached her. What did he plan for tonight? And what did he want to do to her?