Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: Can I Stop Eating? Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: Can I Stop Eating? Jian Yufei dished herself a bowl of rice, planning to start eating with her chopsticks first. Otherwise, eating with all the other men and women was too unhygienic.

Just as she stretched out her chopsticks for some vegetables, Aunt Ping, who had been unfriendly to her at noon, grabbed her wrist with a fierce look on her face.

“You’re not allowed to eat!”

Jian Yufei saw that everyone else had quietly served themselves and were already eating. Why wasn’t she allowed to?

“Why not?”

“Come with me!” Aunt Ping pulled her up forcefully, and Yufei stumbled, nearly crashing into her sturdy back.

Aunt Ping dragged her in front of the trash can and pointed to the plates inside, asking her, “Did you break these?”

Jian Yufei answered calmly, “I was about to ask, who spilled oil on the floor on purpose to make me fall?”

Aunt Ping sneered, “So it was you who broke them?”

“It was me…”

“The young master has rules; those who damage things must be punished. The cost of these plates will be deducted from your wages, and besides, you’re not allowed to eat dinner tonight!”

Jian Yufei frowned. “I said, someone deliberately set me up…”

“Who set you up?”

Jian Yufei glanced at the others; they were all focused on their food, none looking her way.

With so many people, how could she know who it was?

Aunt Ping let out another cold laugh. “Can’t say it? If you can’t say it, you’re not allowed to eat!”

“What right do you have to keep me from eating?!” Jian Yufei asked indignantly.

“It’s because I’m the one in charge of you!”

“You’re in charge of me?”

“That’s right. I’m in charge of everything in the kitchen and the backyard, and I decide how you should be punished. I’d even dare to say this in front of the young master!”

Jian Yufei didn’t want to argue with her any longer. “Let go, is it okay if I don’t eat?”

Aunt Ping released her hand, laughing triumphantly, “Don’t forget to clean the kitchen later.”

Having said that, she walked away, hips swaying, to have her meal.

Jian Yufei looked down and saw a red mark circling her fair, delicate wrist, still aching a bit.

She rubbed her wrist and turned to leave the kitchen.

Her room was on the second floor; she pushed open the door of her bedroom, sat on the bed, and felt the cramped space make it hard for her to breathe.

She hurriedly opened the window, and the cool breeze from outside made her feel somewhat relieved.

Jian Yufei was not saddened or upset.

She gazed out the window, her eyes misty.

Ruan Tianling, compared to the hardships you’ve endured, what is mine?

If enduring this torture could ease your anger, I wouldn’t mind…

Jian Yufei’s mood gradually calmed, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep leaning against the window.

“Knock, knock, knock–” After who knows how long, she heard someone knocking at the door.

Jian Yufei opened her eyes in a daze. “Who is it?”

“Jian Yufei, you still have dishes to wash!” Aunt Ping’s angry voice boomed from outside.

Jian Yufei’s brows lightly knit. “I know.”

“Move quickly!”

Jian Yufei had no choice but to drag her weary body to the kitchen to clean.

…

Summer nights come late, but it was already approaching eight o’clock, and darkness had fallen.

Jian Yufei was alone in the kitchen, washing dishes, and after finishing, she still had to mop the floor and take out the trash.

She had been pampered for years in the Ruan Family, never having done any heavy labor.

After a day of hard work and another round in the evening, she felt as if her back was about to break.

Finally having cleaned the kitchen, she dragged a large bag of trash, ready to dispose of it.

Walking out of the kitchen, she looked towards the main building across the way…

There was a window there, with light shining through.

Was that Ruan Tianling’s study?