Master's Untamed Wife

Raelle woke up early in the morning as usual but she couldn't get out of the bed because of her clingy husband who still had his arms tightly wrapped around her. She had to carefully move his arms away from her body. 

Looking out the window, she found that it was still raining. Besides, she wasn't familiar with this town. So, she couldn't go outside for her morning run. But that didn't make her feel like lazing around. 

When Shui Xian woke up, he found Raelle meditating. She looked like she was in her own realm, away from the noisy world. Just looking at her made anyone feel calm. At least, Shui Xian felt that way strangely. She was still wearing his clothes since she didn't have any of her. Shui Xian decided to get up and look for some clothes for her first thing in the morning.

As Shui Xian was dressing up to go out to look for some clothes for Raelle, he heard someone knocking at the door. Shui Xian opened the door and came face to face with Anna who he believed was the team leader of Raelle's bodyguards. 

"Yes?"

Anna pointed at the suitcase lying beside her feet as she looked at Shui Xian and told him, "This is Missy's stuff."

Shui Xian was surprised to hear that. Last night he was certain they had no suitcases. Where did this come from?

As if knowing his confusion, Anna told him, "Miss Mu Chenyan sent this."

Shui Xian was enlightened by that reply. Yes, how was it possible that Mu Chenyan won't do something for Raelle. Since she knew Raelle came here, she must also know that she came empty-handed. And knowing how much she cared for Raelle, it wasn't a surprise that she actually sent Raelle's stuff to her. 

He took the suitcase and closed the door. Raelle also opened her eyes and stood up. She walked over and looked at the suitcase. She didn't look surprised at all. 

"Yanyan sent your stuff," said Shui Xian as he opened the suitcase for her.

"Hmm..." responded Raelle carelessly. "She must have asked someone to take a flight overnight to get this to me."

Shui Xian sighed, "She really does all sorts of things for you."

"You're not wrong," agreed Raelle surprisingly. "I could have just bought everything I needed."

As Shui Xian looked at her stuff, he shook his head, "I'm afraid, she was certain you won't find the things to your liking here." He held up the bottle of shampoo in his hands as he went on, "See? Even the shampoo you use is customized. And let's not talk about your clothes."

Shui Xian wasn't wrong. One of the reasons why Raelle rarely had any use for her pocket money had been that Mu Chenyan always prepared everything according to her needs. Raelle was Mu Chenyan's pampered baby girl, she worked extra hard to take special care of her needs. So whether it was her clothes or the shower gel she used, everything had been customized to suit her.

Raelle browsed through the things she sent as she said, "But it's not like I don't buy clothes which are not customized. Didn't I go shopping with you last time?"

"Still," started Shui Xian. "I've seen that you mostly own the customized clothes."

"Well, I can't disagree with that," said Raelle. "80% of my clothes are designed by Yue. The rest are either bought from those luxury brands' limited editions or the ones I casually bought." She looked at Shui Xian and added, "In fact, Yanyan always tells me to buy more. She says I only know how to earn money but I should also know how to spend it as well."

"She isn't wrong," said Shui Xian. "But wait, did you just say that your clothes are customized by Yue? As in Yue Fai's mom?"

Raelle nodded her head, "Yes. Why? Something wrong with that?"

"She is a designer?" asked Shui Xian in surprise.

"How do you think she managed to raise Hyson on her own?" retorted Raelle.

Shui Xian had a look of understanding on his face when he heard that from Raelle. 

"But I have to say, Yue really ruined her talent," added Raelle. 

"Ruined her talent?" asked Shui Xian curiously.

"Instead of gaining fame as a famous designer, she chose to be a seamstress instead."

"Why?"

"Because she didn't want to bring attention to herself," replied Raelle. "She wanted to be as low-key as possible. That's why even when Yanyan proposed to help her get to the wider stage, she refused. I'm the only person she is willing to design clothes for. But she made plenty of traditional wedding gowns in all these years for people. Her fingers got pricked by needles while doing the intricate embroidery but she still chose to just do that."

  Shui Xian didn't know the details of Hyson's family and he didn't feel right to probe around for it either. But he knew that Hyson only became because he wanted his mother to live a comfortable life. Now that he heard that Yue actually sew traditional wedding gowns for people for a living, he felt distressed. 

Just seeing the designs of Raelle's clothes he knew how talented she was. She would have made a fortune if she used her talent. But she chose to live such an improvised life. Even though she was born in a big family and grew up as a young miss. He felt quite complicated about this.

Raelle placed her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, "Don't frown so much. It isn't that bad. It used to be worse for her." Shui Xian raised his brows at her inquisitively. "Even though she designs clothes for me, she always refuses to take money from us. She always uses our words against us that we are family and money should not get involved in the family. Even when Yanyan threatened her, she still didn't take money. So, Yanyan just used that money on Hyson's schooling. But now it's a different case."

"Why is she like that? She could have lived so much better," said Shui Xian.

"That's what Yanyan used to say as well. But Yue lost a lot more than just her voice." Shui Xian's heart shook for some reason when he heard her say that. "Yanyan told me that Yue lost her confidence along with her voice. She was a proud lady from a big family and the next moment, she was thrown out of the house. A lot was taken from her with her voice. Her pride, her confidence, and even her reason to breathe." Raelle observed the way Shui Xian's face looked so sad as she added, "If it wasn't that she found out she was pregnant, it's hard to say whether she'd have been willing to live or not."

"And that's why she doesn't want to draw any attention to her," said Shui Xian.

"True. But now one of the reasons is that Hyson is a famous person. She knows very well that people would point fingers at him for her shortcoming. That's why she asked Yanyan for a favor to make sure no one is able to know anything about Hyson's family or background."

"She also does all sorts of things for Hyson," Shui Xian couldn't help saying.

"Yes, she is like that. Almost like Yanyan," said Raelle. "But lately, Yanyan has been trying to trick her."

"How?" 

"By using Hyson," answered Raelle. "Since the time Opa told Yanyan to do some work to keep herself busy. She has been trying to trick Yue. She even told Yue that she won't have to stand in the limelight since Yanyan would create the image of a mysterious and genius designer for her. She even said she can work from her. All Yue has to do is sketch some designs and give instructions on how to prepare everything."

"Yanyan is a good friend. She really wants Aunt Yue's talent to shine," said Shui Xian.

"I think Yanyan might succeed this time around," was Raelle's opinion. "Because Yanyan said Hyson needs a backing. If people would know he is related to the mysterious designer, it'll help Hyson's career. And this bait is better than anything Yanyan had tried in the past decade. After all, for Yue, Hyson is at the top of her priorities. If it's to provide support to her son, she'd do anything."

Yue had always been an ideal mother in Raelle's opinion. She had always said that if there was a concept of what a mother should be like, she always would say only Yue Yue's name because Raelle had never seen a mother like her. In fact, she hardly believed there was any other mother like her. And Hyson would always agree with that. Because for him, his mother was always the best. But that's what every child would say so his opinion doesn't really count.