She has a slender waist and delicate bones, and is able to seduce the ascetic horse.

Chapter 8 Proportion
"Maid?" Shen Jiaojiao looked in the direction of Meng Wan's finger, her eyes sliding over the face of the new servant inch by inch.

She barely paused as she passed two familiar faces.

Meng Wan stared closely at her expression, and soon noticed something unusual - Shen Jiaojiao glanced at many people in a hurry, and stayed on the two beautiful maids for a moment longer.

A stern look flashed in her eyes, and Meng Wan thought with her toes that she could guess where Shen Jiaojiao would use her beautiful maid.

"Mother, I want those two maids." Meng Wan stretched out her slender jade finger and nodded at the two beautiful maids.

Mrs. Meng looked over and found that Meng Wan had chosen the two most beautiful servants among the group of servants, and she immediately disagreed.

"Wan'er, you're still young, why are you leaving two beautiful maids in the courtyard?" She stroked the broken hair hanging from her beloved daughter's temples, her face full of kindness.

"Listen to my mother and choose something that will be helpful to you."

"Yes, the adoptive mother is right." Shen Jiaojiao nodded repeatedly and helped persuade.

Meng Wan turned her head to look over, and happened to see the smile on her face that she had not yet had time to put away, and she became more determined in her choice.

Shen Jiaojiao wants to compete with her beautiful maid for favor!

"Mother, I want these two maids." As she said that, Meng Wan held Mrs. Meng's hand and shook it from side to side, coquettishly.

Mrs. Meng loves her daughter the most, how can she not deserve it?
Just when Mrs. Meng was about to point out the beautiful maid to Meng Wan, there was a sudden commotion outside.

Meng Hui strode in and glanced at the three people sitting there.

Noticing her sworn brother's gaze, Shen Jiaojiao felt guilty inexplicably and quickly lowered her head to avoid it.

In the past, she would not play tricks on her family members...

A smart person like her adopted brother could see through people with just one glance. He might blame her for misleading Meng Wan and causing unrest in the family.

Meng Hui saw a strange look on her face and guessed that something had happened, so he ordered the housekeeper to bring an armchair and place it next to Shen Jiaojiao.

Shen Jiaojiao was wringing her fingers anxiously. She didn't want to sit with Meng Hui, but she didn't dare to stop him.

The butler took the order and asked someone to bring the chair.

Seeing that the chair was about to be moved over, Mrs. Meng raised her hand to stop her.

"Jiaojiao, sit back and let me talk to your adopted brother about our family affairs."

Hearing this, Shen Jiaojiao couldn't care less about panic and fear, and quickly turned to look at Mrs. Meng, with a look of disbelief on her face, "Sit in the back?"

Is the foster mother confused?
How can a principal wife be further behind than a concubine?
Mrs. Meng realized she had made a mistake and quickly shook her head in denial, "No, no, I meant to sit outside."

The implication was that she should stand up, make room for Meng Hui, and sit outside.

Shen Jiaojiao pursed her lips and stood up.

A mere seat is nothing.

Isn’t this what the adoptive mother has been doing this past year? You should have gotten used to it.

She kept comforting herself in her heart, but she felt her throat was clogged and it became difficult to breathe.

Just as she was about to walk out, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and blocked her way.

A bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus rice dumplings was handed to her.

"Sworn brother?" Shen Jiaojiao raised her head in confusion.

The sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus hits me. I don’t know if it comes from the dessert or the smell of my step-brother.

A light blush stained her cheeks.

She vowed not to make osmanthus incense next year!

Meng Hui put the small bowl on the square table and said, "Eat."

"Ah?" Shen Jiaojiao was startled, lowered her head and glanced at the round and cute meatballs in the small snow-white bowl.

How did the adopted brother know that she likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus rice dumplings?

No, my sworn brother never cares about such trivial matters.

I really changed my temper today...

Looking at the steaming bowl of fermented rice balls, Meng Wan's eyes filled with envy, and she couldn't help but coquettishly said to Meng Hui, "Brother, Wan'er wants it too."

The man glanced at her lightly and said, "Go and buy it yourself." "Why does my sister have it but Wan'er doesn't?" Meng Wan pursed her lips.

Seeing that Meng Hui didn't want to pay attention to her, Meng Wan was so angry that her heart ached, but she didn't dare to get angry, so she could only look at Mrs. Meng pitifully for comfort.

Mrs. Meng patted her daughter's hand comfortingly, feeling a little confused.

The eldest son has always been strict with his adopted daughter. Why did he think of giving her food today?

Seeing that the armchair had not been placed yet, Meng Hui raised his eyes and looked at the servant carrying the armchair.

A chill ran down their backs, and without any further hesitation, they immediately placed the armchair next to Shen Jiaojiao and brought up a square table.

The man sat down calmly, his eyes fell on Shen Jiaojiao again, silently urging her to eat while it was hot.

Due to the pressure, Shen Jiaojiao could only sit down again and reached out to hold the spoon.

"The eldest brother and sister have a really good relationship." Meng Wan said sourly, "I didn't know, I thought my sister was the eldest brother's biological sister."

"You are Ah Hui's biological sister. No one can get past you." Mrs. Meng couldn't hear such words and threw a knife at Shen Jiaojiao.

The stern eyes seemed to cast a body-fixing spell on Shen Jiaojiao.

She stopped moving and lowered her eyelids, feeling extremely bitter in her heart.

She expected her adoptive mother's attitude - she seemed to blame all of Meng Wan's suffering on her, and looked down upon her at every turn. No matter who did something wrong, it was ultimately her fault.

She didn't even know how to argue.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was an inexplicable and frightening low pressure behind him.

Shen Jiaojiao seemed to realize something and turned back to look at her adopted brother.

His eyes were slightly lowered, the corners of his lips were slightly depressed, and his jawline was as sharp as a knife blade.

The foster brother is angry!
After just one glance, Shen Jiaojiao quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

"You treated her so harshly in front of me. How many stupid things have you done in the past six months?"

There was a hint of chill beneath the man's calm voice.

"Ah Hui! What bastard words did you say? Why did I treat Jiaojiao so harshly?"

Mrs. Meng was so angry that she slapped the armrest of the wooden chair with her palm.

The sound was so loud that all the servants in the yard were so frightened that they knelt down.

Meng Hui snorted slightly, his face gloomy.

Seeing that her son refused to give in at all, Mrs. Meng felt timid and unwilling to be controlled by her son. Her eyes quickly moved down and looked at Shen Jiaojiao.

"You rebellious girl! Why do you say these things to your sworn brother to sow discord?"

Shen Jiaojiao shook her head repeatedly, "Foster mother, I don't have..."

She was grateful for her adoptive father and mother's upbringing, and she was more tolerant towards Meng Wan, so how could she file a complaint?
What's more, the step-brother would preach with a straight face as soon as he saw her. How could she take the initiative to provoke the step-brother...

"What does this have to do with Shen Jiaojiao?" Meng Hui raised his hand and pinched his brow, not liking Mrs. Meng's nonsense.

"How come it has nothing to do with her?!"

Mrs. Meng gave Shen Jiaojiao a hard look, the hatred in her eyes was real.

Shen Jiaojiao's face turned pale and she subconsciously tightened her sleeves.

Does her foster mother hate her?

Just because her sworn brother gave her a bowl of fermented rice balls?
She had no way of understanding where her stepmother's hatred came from, and she never thought that one day she would see hatred in her stepmother's eyes.

Seeing Shen Jiaojiao deflated, Meng Wan felt quite gloating about her misfortune, and glanced at her proudly to smooth things over for her mother and eldest brother.

"Mom, it's a good thing that the eldest brother and sister are close! I also look forward to getting closer to the eldest brother, but..." She paused and applied eye drops to Mrs. Meng again, "It's just that my sister is already married, so I think the eldest brother He knows what’s appropriate.”

Although she acted polite, Meng Wan was very jealous in her heart.

This is her eldest brother, why should he be nice to that bitch Shen Jiaojiao!

Meng Hui raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Wan, "Are you worthy of using the word 'measurement'?"

(End of this chapter)