Luxury Life and Workplace Turmoil: Aurora's Diverse Daily Life

Ricardo Vargas fell silent for a short while before asking, "Who could she run off with?"

The old lady rolled her eyes and pointed at him, expressing her disappointment. "Anyone would be better than you! Look at Aurora Morales. She's beautiful, young, sweet - tongued, and good at chatting. Such a girl is popular everywhere. Unlike you, who stays silent all day long and rarely shows a smile."

Don José smiled obsequiously and said, "Madam, the young master has been making efforts..."

"Efforts in what?" The old lady interrupted him. "Don José, don't speak for him. I know exactly what my grandson is like. Starting from tomorrow, Ricardo Vargas, you must cook at least three dishes and one soup every day. Remember, to win a woman's heart, you first need to satisfy her taste buds!"

Ricardo Vargas' face darkened, looking as black as the bottom of a pot.

Outside the kitchen, the servant's voice came through. "Madam, you're back. The meal will be ready soon. Please watch some TV for a while."

Upon hearing this, the old lady rushed out immediately. Her wrinkled face was filled with a loving smile as she said, "Aurora, you've had a long day at work. Grandma has stewed some chicken soup for you. Make sure to have more later."

Aurora Morales nodded and replied obediently, "Okay."

After waiting for quite a while, Aurora Morales still hadn't seen Ricardo Vargas. Taking the opportunity when the old lady went upstairs, she quietly walked to the side of the kitchen and saw Ricardo Vargas cutting vegetables expressionlessly.

He held the knife awkwardly and cut unskillfully, turning what should have been shredded potatoes into thick potato strips.

Aurora Morales couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Ricardo Vargas, who was focused on cutting vegetables, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth into a barely noticeable smile. However, this moment of distraction caused him to exclaim, "Oops..."

Aurora Morales stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ricardo Vargas casually rinsed his bleeding finger under the faucet and said, "It's nothing."

"Let me help you." As she spoke, Aurora Morales picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board.

Ricardo Vargas looked at her curiously and asked, "Can you cook?"

"Just a little."

It turned out that Aurora Morales' claim of "just a little" was a vast understatement. When they saw her proficient knife skills, professional cooking techniques, and the final result that rivaled that of a Michelin - starred chef, the old lady furrowed her brows and looked worried for a long time.

Thinking that the old lady might not like her cooking, Aurora Morales asked, "Grandma, if there are any dishes you don't like, please tell me. I'll try to avoid them next time."

The old lady quickly shook her head and said, "No, no. They're all delicious!"

Aurora Morales replied with an "Oh" and didn't ask further. After finishing the meal, she went upstairs.

Don José smiled and said, "Madam, you didn't seem to enjoy this meal very much." He rarely saw the old lady in such a state.

The old lady heaved a long sigh, her face full of unhidden worry. "How could I be happy? She's so good at cooking!"

Don José was very puzzled. "This is a good thing, Madam. The young mistress is elegant in social situations and excellent in the kitchen. It's a blessing for our Vargas family."

"What a blessing! I regret it now!" The old lady kept patting her legs.

Don José was completely confused. "What do you regret, Madam?"

"I should have known how outstanding Aurora is. Why did I arrange for her to marry my grandson? My grandson doesn't deserve her at all!"

Don José: ...

The next day, before dawn, Ricardo Vargas got up and busied himself in the kitchen. Eventually, he managed to make something presentable. As soon as Aurora Morales woke up, he immediately asked her to taste it.

Aurora Morales took a sip of the seemingly ordinary porridge, and her face froze slightly.

"Is it good?" Ricardo Vargas asked with a calm expression, but his hands under the table were tightly clenched into fists.

Aurora Morales swallowed the overly sweet porridge and said insincerely, "It's good."

Ricardo Vargas' tense shoulders finally relaxed. "Then have more. By the way, I also made you a lunch box."

Aurora Morales covered her lips and coughed softly. "Actually, you don't have to do this. I know it's Grandma's idea..."

In this shotgun marriage where they had never met before, how much affection could there be? As the young master of the family, Ricardo Vargas was willing to lower himself to do these things, entirely out of consideration for the old lady's feelings. Aurora Morales wasn't so naive as to think there were other reasons.

"I enjoy doing this." Ricardo Vargas interrupted her. "Anyway, I have nothing else to do at home alone."

"All right then..."

Just as Aurora Morales entered the company with her lunch box, she saw a group of people gathered around, with exclamations coming from time to time.

"Goodness... How much is this huge diamond worth?"

"Exactly. Sister Emma, your husband is so good to you! I'm so jealous!"

"I saw this model online last time. It seems to cost over a hundred thousand yuan!"

Emma Turner, who was addressed as Sister Emma, stood in the middle of the crowd with a smile, enjoying the adoring gazes of everyone. She had been promoted to the sales department manager in the past two years and loved showing off her luxury items on weekdays.

"This was specially brought back by my husband from his business trip to the United States. It's a gift for our first wedding anniversary!"

Aurora Morales casually glanced at it and felt it looked familiar.

When someone noticed her, they immediately sneered, "What are you looking at, country bumpkin? Have you ever seen anything so precious?"

"Ouch, she's the eldest daughter of the Morales family. She's seen all kinds of good things. She probably doesn't even look at this, hehe!"

The people around began to mock Aurora Morales, their eyes scanning up and down her clothes. Aurora Morales usually dressed casually, and the styles were relatively low - key. Those who didn't know better might think her clothes were only worth a few dozen or just over a hundred yuan.

Emma Turner gently waved her hand. "All right, everyone. Stop arguing. It's time to start work. Go back to your positions."

Aurora Morales gave Emma Turner a cold look and said only four words, "Wealth should not be shown off."

Beware of theft.

However, Emma Turner didn't take her words seriously.

Shortly after Aurora Morales sat down at her desk, the people around her started sniffing around.

"What's that smell?"

"It seems to be the smell of food..."

After sniffing around, they finally targeted Aurora Morales.

"Aurora Morales, did you bring a lunch box?"

Aurora Morales, who was playing on the computer, replied, "Yes."

The woman next to her sneered disdainfully. "You can't be serious! Are you that poor? It costs less than ten yuan to eat in the company cafeteria. Do you really have to bring your own food?"

Aurora Morales looked at her coldly. "It's not for you."

The woman said angrily, "But the smell of this food is affecting my mood at work!"

"Don't you think your loud shouting is affecting the entire office atmosphere?"

"A mere errand - runner, and you dare to be so arrogant?!" The woman was infuriated.

Aurora Morales opened the drawer, picked up a form, and threw it in the woman's face. "Article 36 of the company regulations allows employees to bring their own meals to work. You're just an ordinary errand - running staff member. What right do you have to arbitrarily change the employment regulations set by the boss?"