Little Miss Devil:The President's Mischievous Wife

Needless to say, the old woman passed out from the shock she received from the news. The news was too much for her that she promptly lost her consciousness and fell to the ground in a dead faint.

It was several minutes later that Madam Jin woke up in a dizzy haze. She heard a feminine voice talking to her Young Master.

"Oh, my–" Lu Xinyi stammered as she glanced over the old woman. "Is she alright?" she asked worriedly.

"I think so." Shen Yi replied, still calm even though his wife was panicking about the situation before them. "She just passed out. Nothing to worry about, Xinyi."

"What should we do with her?" she asked gently, her brown eyes looking over the old woman lying on the couch and then meeting his gaze.

Madam Jin recovered her consciousness, her torso raising slightly up while one hand cradling her head.

"Oww,"

"She's awake! Shen Yi, you idiot! You should be careful with your elders. What if she died from a heart attack?" Lu Xinyi scolded her husband as she helped Madam Jin to sit upright. "We're sorry, Madam Jin. Are you alright? Do you need something?"

The old woman shook her head and took deep breaths.

"Are you really his wife?" she asked.

She had to know if this woman was really the new mistress of the house. The Young Master had never made a joke before. If there was someone who was notorious on making tricks and jokes, that would be Shen Xue.

Lu Xinyi nodded and smiled nervously. She had no idea how to react.

Would the same thing happen if she met his family too? She hoped not.

"Xinyi, why don't you get something for Madam Jin to drink? I'm sure she has questions for the two of us," Shen Yi said as he sat at the opposite chair on the living area.

Lu Xinyi nodded and headed to the kitchen. Minutes later, she came back with a tray with two glasses of fruit juice and cup of coffee for Shen Yi. Setting the tray on the coffee table, she gave a glass of fruit juice to Madam Jin before taking her own glass and sitting at the armrest of Shen Yi's chair.

Shen Yi ignored his coffee on the table; instead, his hand went back to Lu Xinyi's waist.

"Young Master, I know it isn't my place to ask, but why did you get married too soon? I thought you were just having a break, but you came back with a wife." The old lady asked.

Did the Young Master feel pressured by his own family? Did he just pick some random woman to marry so his family would stop bothering him?

"Not really." Shen Yi started. "Let just say we have to get married to avoid some problems"

Wait. Did the Young Master hide his relationship with Miss Lu from his family? Maybe they'd known each other for so long, and that was why Shen Yi didn't date other women at all.

Marrying Miss Lu without informing the Shen family was something Shen Yi was capable of. But what could be the reason for the rush?

Madam Jin's eyes landed to Lu Xinyi's flat stomach.

"Miss Lu is pregnant, isn't she?" she asked. "I mean, is there a little bun on the oven already?"

This was the only reason she could think why Shen Yi decided to get married.

Lu Xinyi, who was sipping her drink, stopped and coughed violently in her hand. Her eyes were stung with tears as she tried to steady her breath. Shen Yi's hand took her glass and patted her back, helping her to get out whatever got stuck in her lungs.

"Ahh, that. No, there isn't one yet, unfortunately. But no worries, Xinyi and I will double our efforts. Right, darling?" Shen Yi turned his head to his wife.

But Lu Xinyi couldn't say anything because her throat felt irritated from the sudden intrusion of fluid in her lungs. She could only glare at her husband who was grinning like an idiot.

What the f*ck was he talking about? They hadn't talk anything about having a child during their marriage.

Madam Jin nodded in understanding.

"It's alright. You don't have to feel pressure to get her pregnant. It's usual for newly-wedded couples not to have a child on their first two years of marriage," she said, but the idea of children making the Shen residence busy and full of laughter thrilled her.

"I understand, but practicing wouldn't hurt, right, Xinyi?"