Chapter 11 My Leg Will Be Amputated

Old Madam Wei was probably not expecting her to ask such a question, and was momentarily stunned, then she replied with a smile, "Child, this is because you are fated to be with the Wei Family, with Chengfeng."

Liang Yunqing also chimed in, "That's right. Since the matter has already been settled, there's no need to ask so many questions. With just a month left until the wedding, time is tight. You need to start learning everything that's required. You are smart, put your heart into it, and there won't be any major issues."

Since the two elders had spoken this way, if Su Li kept probing, it would not only make her appear unintelligent but also disrespectful.

While they were discussing, Steward Lin came over again and said, "Old Madam, Madam, the people have arrived."

"Oh? Then let's get started quickly, the earlier the better."

Thus, a large crowd of people swarmed in.

Steward Lin gave everyone a brief introduction, and it was only then that Su Li understood. The large group that had arrived was specialized in various areas, from makeup to deportment, and even hairstyling and manicure experts had been brought in.

As Old Madam was advanced in age, she felt the crowd was too chaotic, so she suggested, "That's enough; we don't need the rest for now. Let's first focus on getting the most basic deportment right."

"Yes."

And so, a multitude of people came and went, leaving behind only a tall woman.

For the first time in her life, Su Li experienced what it meant to be 'better dead than alive'.

She was forced to wear twelve-centimeter high heels and walk back and forth. It wasn't just walking; she also had to maintain an elegant deportment.

Lift the head, push out the chest, tuck in the buttocks, keep the shoulders level, and look straight ahead…

Over and over, Su Li was forced to endure the torment.

When it came time for lunch, Su Li's toes were all blistered and aching to the core.

The Wei Family's lunch was neither lavish nor too simple; each dish was so exquisitely presented that it seemed a shame to disturb them with a chopstick. On the large dining table, only three women were seated.

Su Li understood the principle of 'no talking at meals and no chatting in bed'.

There was an eerie silence at the dining table, no one spoke, and there wasn't even the sound of cutlery clinking.

In the afternoon, after more practice, Su Li was finally driven home by the driver.

The car had only just left the gate when Su Li said to the driver in the front, "Driver, please take me to the 'Prosperous' office building."

Coming here for two days in a row, she received completely different treatment.

As the future President's Wife, although there were no crowds to cater to her, she was still given high importance.

At least this time, she managed to see Wei Chengfeng quite easily.

"Why have you come again?" Wei Chengfeng's expression wasn't very pleasant.

Su Li half-jokingly said, "As your fiancée, coming to see you to build our relationship shouldn't be wrong, right?"

Wei Chengfeng leaned back in his chair, crossing his long legs, with that same indifferent expression. "Speak, what is it?"

Su Li didn't want to beat around the bush and asked, "I want to know whether we will move out to live separately or stay at the old mansion after we get married?"

Wei Chengfeng immediately caught the significant message in her words and asked back, "Do you want to live separately?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Su Li didn't hold back, taking off her shoes directly. Her white and delicate toes were covered in blisters, some had even burst, looking somewhat frightening.

"If I live at the old mansion, it means I have to suffer this every day. I'm afraid one day my legs will need to be amputated."

Wei Chengfeng glanced at her feet, then dialed the intercom, "Call the duty doctor over."