Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 193; What kind of kink?

"Yeah! That’s true, he couldn’t be seated there if Mommy was that sick!" Zhihao seconded her. Their father would always get worked up when it came to their mother’s matters. And if she wasn’t feeling well he would be upstairs accompanying her.

"Mnnh...." They nodded their heads as they enjoyed their drinks while Hou Ting Cheng watched them from the lounge.

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It’s been twenty minutes, and Tang Fei snapped her eyes open, exhaling loudly. That twenty-minute nap was enough to get rid of that dizziness, but she knew her husband could let her sleep the entire day so long as she wasn’t worried about anything.

They had guests today, and it wouldn’t paint a good picture if she was absent. She was the hostess and hadn’t even checked if the food was ready, but she believed in the servants and Nanny Yun that they would deliver their best.

"Aahh..." She stretched herself out moving her limps and neck to feel her body. She was feeling better and the pain had faded away with the medicine she swallowed.

She got off the bed and stepped down, she couldn’t feel any pain or aches, and she checked her leg out, and seems to be okay, she thought of going downstairs, but then again, she was too curious about this master bedroom and thought of exploring it, after all, it should be her room too right? She softly giggled walking around.

She didn’t understand why a man should have two master bedrooms, they were huge and of the same size. Probably, this guy loved himself too much; it was just that the other master bedroom had warm colors and a bit of feminine touch to accommodate her, and this one was a bit too cold and overwhelming with its darkness.

From the bedroom, she went over to the closet; she had clothes there, too, which were packed to the top of the shelves. She got her trouser pants, removed the skirt, and wore them back. She didn’t want the kids to feel sad that she didn’t like what they had picked up for her, and also, she didn’t want to expose her leg even though it was recovering well.

Not only were her clothes there, but there were also so many suits of different colors in there, sleeping robes, bathrobes, and just everything they had in the other master bedroom. Probably another storage area for their shopaholism.

"What kind of kink can it be found here? Or probably a secret!" She mumbled as she caught sight of the lace nightwear. The closet had this see-through lace wear and was a bit skimpy.

She picked up one of them and checked them out. Her face blushed before tossing them back in there and closing the cupboard. She wasn’t that naive not to understand what they were.

She didn’t see anything different, it’s just a storage extension but she didn’t understand why the kids weren’t allowed up here.

She knew this guy always had a good collection of watches, so she decided to check them out and probably would pick up one of them for herself; she didn’t like the feminine watches he had collected for her; his collection was a masterpiece.

Checking his collection, she caught sight of a slim-wristed watch that was black all through, even with the straps. She smiled gleefully picking that up before closing the cupboard. She wore it before exiting and walking over to the sitting area of the master bedroom.

It was also the same size as their second-floor master bedroom but different aesthetic; here, the colors were charcoal grey and black, with slight strips of gold.

Looking around, it was just a normal bedroom, probably the guy wanted to have two bedrooms since the mansion was huge but she suddenly noticed that huge painting on the wall. From the way it was painted, it stood out.

She remembers having had a mission of stealing it from a museum, and she could recognize this same same painting, but how come the painting was here? She hadn’t managed to take it away, and it should still be there, so what could it be doing here? She didn’t believe Huo Ting Cheng. With all the money he had; he could get imitations. This man collected real things. He had real treasures.

Getting closer to the painting, she couldn’t tell if it was fake or not, but knowing this was Huo Ting Cheng’s home, the possibility of it being real was so high that it meant whatever was in the museum was fake.

She had once heard the history of this painting from the images and emotions it portrayed, "it’s a selfless woman and a man who adores her! He could forget everything no matter what kind of pain she caused him so long as it was her." She froze gazing at that picture. She was feeling like whatever she had forgotten wasn’t good memories and the possibility of her being in the wrong heightened. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Her heart couldn’t settle, and every minute she thought of these memories she didn’t have, she would always have this unsettling feeling.

She got closer and gently caressed the painting, feeling its authenticity, "It’s normal to forgive when you know the person is the one that you owe a life to." Those words held a deeper meaning. While in deep thought, the painting fell down, exposing a safe. Her hands slightly trembled gawking at that safe hidden behind a painting.

What was a safe box doing there? Why was it hidden and covered by the painting? Did it hold something? Could there be the secrets she needed to know?

Did it hold something odd?" She was too curious to be bothered with anything, and with her hands trembling, she pressed the buttons. She used the kid’s birthdate, but it was wrong; she used her birthday, and it suddenly clicked and opened.

Inside, there were various rare gemstones of all varieties, two book diaries that were pink......