Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue sat in the house quietly watching the snowflakes gliding down outside. Her mood was peaceful. She couldn’t recall how many years it had been she properly admired the snow. She had constantly buzzed around, and her days had been rather chaotic.

In fact, she also had the sentiments of a young lady deep down. She enjoyed poetry and drawings, and she liked looking at the snow.

Yang Mei watched the delight on Yun Bixue’s expression and felt elated too. “Miss Yun, come have a cup of milk tea!”

“Yang Mei, it’s the first snowfall of the year. It’s really beautiful.”

“Miss Yun is in a good mood, so the snow will also look beautiful too.” Miss Yun’s cheerful spirits affected her, and she became happy too.

“Really?” Yun Bixue felt faintly absentminded. It was as though her mental state had changed a lot after she got together with Xie Limo.

Shortly after, the snow had covered the ground outside. Peering outside through the window, the snow hung on the branches, covering it in a blanket of white. As the wind blew, it rustled and fell.

Watching the snowfall grow stronger and stronger, Yun Bixue stood up to open the door. She felt rather concerned—would Xie Limo’s car slip while he drove along the roads?

Just as she started feeling worried, they heard the sounds of a car pulling up coming from outside. Xie Limo opened the car door and alighted. He donned a dark gray coat and carried an umbrella. He looked as though he had materialized from a drawing; his figure was exquisite and breath-taking.

At that moment, Yun Bixue couldn’t find any appropriate adjectives to describe him. She only felt that the beautiful scenes written in those female novels merely paled in comparison.

Spotting Yun Bixue, he took big strides to arrive by her side. He held the umbrella above her head and removed his coat, wrapping it around her. “Why did you come out? It’s freezing outside, so what if you catch a cold?”

Despite his words, Xie Limo’s tone was full of worry. A look of distress flashed across his exquisite eyes.

Yun Bixue relished in Xie Limo’s care and waved her hands. “I’m fine. I noticed that you arrived in your car, so I decided to meet you halfway.”

Xie Limo clutched Yun Bixue’s hands and said, “Your hands are so cold. We should go home immediately.”

Yun Bixue allowed Xie Limo’s jade-like hand to grab her own, smaller one. Enjoying this moment of warmth, she obediently followed him home.

As Yang Mei watched the silhouettes of Miss Yun and Young Master Xie leave amidst the snow, she felt that it was indescribably wonderful.

“Uncle Yang, I think that Young Master Xie and Miss Yun are truly the best match. If Miss Yun is happy, then as her subordinates, we can finally feel relieved.”

Uncle Yang looked at his niece and said, “Miss Yun has suffered a great deal!”

Yang Mei’s gaze turned cold as she said, “Whoever bullied Miss Yun in the past, our Yun family will never let them off.” As the family’s men of sacrifice, their mindset had always been to serve their master with their lives. They would be the first to feel outraged if anyone tried to hurt their master.

“Listen to Miss Yun’s instructions and arrangements. Don’t act on your own accord.”

Yang Mei nodded and calmly replied, “Uncle Yang, I know.” She believed that one day, Miss Yun would lead them to completely vanquish all those pieces of scum.

As Yun Bixue sat in Xie Limo’s car, she watched the roads ahead and questioned in concern, “Such a thick layer snow. How can we go home?”

Xie Limo continued driving at a comfortable pace. Hearing Yun Bixue’s words, he laughed softly, “Does my wife not trust your husband’s driving skills?”

Yun Bixue was startled. On a road like this, many cars had slipped on the snow. Only their car was fine. “Has this car been altered?”

“The car’s tires and structure have all been professionally altered.”

The corners of Yun Bixue’s lips twitched. She always missed out on the critical questions. The products manufactured by the Xie family were truly too amazing.