52: Chapter 52 Accidentally Entering the Imperial Family: The True Noble Male Supporting Character 13

After Qiao Chuxia left, the Qiao Family's atmosphere, though still oppressive and dreadful,

Held a strange undertone.

Ye Zhiming stood up and glanced at the Qiao Family with a peculiar look.

"Old Brother Qiao, since Miss Qiao is unwilling to forgive my Ye Family, then I apologize for the intrusion and will take my leave now."

Though he said this, he already had other plans in mind and secretly regretted coming to the Qiao Family today. It was all his fault for not investigating thoroughly beforehand.

"Little Brother Ye, it is my fault for not raising my daughter properly. Don't worry, I will find her and educate her well. My Qiao Family's blood flows in her veins; she can't defy heaven."

For some reason, Qiao Zhenghong seemed to have regained his confidence at this moment.

Ye Zhiming forced a smile, bade farewell, and departed.

Once in the car, Ye Zhiming could no longer hold back his curses.

He would contact Qiao Chuxia directly. Visiting the Qiao Family was the most foolish decision.

In his opinion, everyone in the Qiao Family must have something wrong with their brains.

Even if Qiao Chuxia genuinely became a mistress outside, she had still seduced a powerful figure who could easily destroy the Sun Family and the Ye Family.

Bringing shame to the Qiao Family?

His Ye Family wished they had the opportunity to bring such 'shame.' These people would eventually realize that even if Qiao Chuxia were someone's slave, she already possessed the power to decide the Qiao Family's life and death with a single word.

Truly foolish, just like his daughter Ye Youyou, foolish and ignorant.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the black Maybach, Qiao Chuxia had completely quieted down. She had just experienced intense emotions, and her mind was somewhat blank, or perhaps, she deliberately chose not to think about anything.

Even sitting in this car, she didn't ponder their destination.

She had a natural trust in Meng Zhu, though she couldn't say why. Perhaps it was because she felt she had nothing worth Meng Zhu's schemes; their levels were simply too far apart.

Assistant Chen Yuan remained silent throughout, offering no presumptuous comfort, not even glancing at Qiao Chuxia. He appeared exceedingly professional.

It wasn't long before the Maybach finally passed through a massive black iron gate and, after driving for more than ten minutes, came to a stop.

As Qiao Chuxia began to regain her senses, Assistant Chen Yuan opened the car door from outside, a smile in his eyes.

"Miss Qiao, we have arrived."

Qiao Chuxia stepped out of the car, and a breathtaking sight immediately met her eyes.

A villa, or rather, an estate.

Before the circular driveway, she apologized for using such an inadequate and unrefined word as 'palace' to describe it.

The main building combined the intricate carvings of classical Baroque with the clean lines of modernism.

She couldn't quite describe its beauty, but in the twilight, it resembled a serene work of art.

In front of the steps, two rows of servants stood neatly arranged.

At the very front was an elderly woman in a black lady's suit, with slightly graying but spirited hair.

Beside her were several people in white coats, clearly doctors.

Behind them, approximately thirty or more people bowed slightly after she exited the car.

"Good day, Miss!"

Their voices were uniform, neither too loud nor too soft, humble and polite.

Qiao Chuxia stood rooted to the spot, unsure how to react for a moment.

"This is the estate's Butler Wen Yi."

Assistant Chen Yuan stepped forward, presenting a gilded document in a redwood box with both hands.

"Miss Qiao, from now on, this 'Yujing Mountain No. 1' is your new home. Here are all the relevant documents."

Qiao Chuxia looked at the document but didn't reach out to take it.

She was still somewhat dazed, but Butler Wen Yi had already walked over and appropriately taken the document.

Qiao Chuxia closed her mouth.

"Miss Qiao, please allow them to attend to your wound first."

Butler Wen Yi spoke gently. She was clearly a foreigner, but her H-country language was exceptionally standard, carrying an elegant charm refined by years.

Several people in white coats stepped forward and began to treat her forehead wound.

One doctor spoke softly:

"Miss Qiao, this is just a simple preliminary treatment. This is medical protein glue; there will be no pain and no scarring."

Their movements were gentle, professional, and efficient.

[Oh, so it's like this? Forgive my superficiality, I thought she'd be taken to Meng Zhu's place and they'd start living together immediately.]

[Living together my foot! Why do you always fantasize that Meng Zhu has fallen in love with the protagonist? Enough already!]

[Isn't this quite good? What would it be like to just move in and live together?]

[Indeed, speaking of which, this place is too awesome. Even without culture, I know what advanced beauty means.]

[That's right, the original setting here is 'Yujing Mountain,' a place that can't be bought even with money. Only top power grants eligibility.]

[Most importantly, you dare to believe that all nine estates on the entire Yujing Mountain belong to the Meng Family?]

[Chuxia has also arrived in heaven. No, the queen has moved into her temporary palace.]

Meng Zhu's scenes had been quite dull recently, so most viewers were now focused on Qiao Chuxia's perspective.

They were also broadening their horizons with her.

After her wound was treated, Qiao Chuxia, led by Butler Wen Yi, entered the villa's main door.

Still wearing her soaked clothes, she instinctively paused.

However, before she could speak, several maids had silently knelt before her.

With an extremely elegant single-knee genuflection, as if practiced thousands of times.

One spread an absorbent soft mat beneath her feet, another gently removed her shoes, and yet another cradled her ankle with a warm towel, carefully wiping away the mud adhering to her feet.

Qiao Chuxia froze.

She numbly allowed herself to be handled.

Until the maids dried her feet with a clean soft cloth and changed her into a pair of silk slippers that felt like clouds.

Throughout the entire process, they didn't lift their heads, their movements fluid and swift, yet incredibly gentle.

It wasn't until they silently retreated that Qiao Chuxia awoke as if from a dream.

[Chuxia is stunned.]

[Haha, rich people are also different from other rich people.]

[These are all trained by the Y-country Royal Family, graduates of the Royal Attendant Academy. You can't hire them just with money.]

[H-country has no aristocracy, so it's normal for Chuxia to be surprised, but she'll get used to it eventually.]

Qiao Chuxia felt she would likely find it very difficult to get used to, but she surprisingly restrained herself.

Although her heart was shocked, her expression was also very complex.

Entering the villa, she was met with a nearly ten-meter-high vaulted hall, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, its light soft and not harsh.

Underfoot was an obsidian floor covered with Persian carpets, as warm and smooth as jade.

Then came the sofa, coffee table, wine cabinet, and a spiraling teak staircase, intricately carved with countless vibrant roses.

Her gaze was drawn to an entire wall of temperature-controlled wine cabinets.

She didn't recognize any of the red wines displayed within.

She didn't understand wine, but she could see the years written on them, and her heart skipped a beat now and then.

"Miss Qiao, please bathe and change first."

Two maids silently appeared beside her, bowing slightly and gesturing for her to follow.

Qiao Chuxia retracted her gaze and followed them to the bathroom.

The bathtub was already filled with hot water at the perfect temperature, with fresh red rose petals floating on the surface.

As soon as she stood still, a maid stepped forward, unbuttoning her clothes with a precise touch that maintained an almost imperceptible distance.

Each garment she removed was wrapped in silk and carried away by another maid.

Then one maid gently cleansed her body, and another softly washed her hair.

Their precise techniques skillfully avoided the wound on her forehead.

When she rose from the bathtub, a maid immediately stepped forward, completely enveloping her in a soft, fragrant, warm bath towel.

At the same time, a second maid knelt, wiping residual water droplets from her ankles and calves, and helping her into silk slippers.

A third maid appeared behind her at some point, helping her with her hair.

The entire process was seamless, with the maids clearly divided in their tasks and working in perfect coordination.

It was as if they weren't serving a person, but meticulously maintaining a precious treasure.