Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 106 Marry Me Again

"My dear, don't worry about me. It's still early for dinner but I feel a little hungry. And since Lily went out,

I did some cooking by myself. See, it's not a problem, " Fannie explained, trying to make Rachel feel

better. Her daughter always worried too much about her.

The neighbors were nice and they would provide their help generously as long as Fannie asked. But

she knew that everyone had a family and had lots of things to do. They needed to cook, sleep and go

shopping, too. She couldn't expect anyone to stay by her side 24 hours a day. Besides, she didn't want

to trouble any of them if she could manage by herself.

Fannie was a tough woman. She had done her best to support her family. She would rather choose to

be hungry than ask for help.

Fannie's words brought tears to Rachel's eyes, but she took a deep breath to hold them back. She

grabbed the bags and started emptying them. She picked the two desserts her mom would like and

said, "Mom, come here. There are your favorite desserts. Grab a bit to eat. Dinner will be ready soon."

Hiram stood at the gate and didn't come inside with them. He was speaking to someone on the phone.

In no time, Rachel made her mom's favorite porridge and a couple of delicious dishes. Fannie had

some steamed bread at home, which Rachel brought to the table after heating it.

"I'm sorry that it took such a long time for me to visit you, mom. I know you were missing me and

waiting for me to come, " Hiram said apologetically while they were having dinner.

After Rachel had learned that the divorce agreement had been delivered to the court, Rachel and him

had separated. They had taken their time to calm down and find a way to solve the problem. If it hadn't

been for that, they wouldn't have let Fannie suffer alone.

"It's so kind of you to say so. Anyway, as you can see, I'm getting better and better. Lily is a good girl

and she cooks three meals for me every day. But you know, we shouldn't count on others to do

everything for us, so don't judge her. Rachel was overreacting. She was so protective of me that she

couldn't let me do a single thing. Let her be, " Fannie said honestly.

Rachel lowered her head and stayed silent as she ate her dinner. She felt hurt after hearing what her

mom had said.

It seemed Fannie had known how things would go for her the moment she asked Rachel to go back to

H City. But instead of telling Rachel about it on the phone, she always said that she was fine so that

Rachel could sort things out for herself.

"Don't be upset, Rachel. I've employed a nurse and a housekeeper now. They'll arrive early tomorrow

morning. With their help, mom can stay here as long as she wants. I won't let things go on like this. I

promise, "

Hiram told Rachel. He knew that she would be feeling terrible seeing her mother cooking her own

meals with a broken leg.

"Hiram, please don't bother. I can handle myself, " Fannie objected immediately.

"Mom, I've already paid them. Don't turn me down, please. They're both professionals. Just let them do

their job. I don't want you to feel ill at ease. I'll send someone to supervise them regularly. I believe

they'll do a proper job, though, " Hiram added quickly.

Rachel interrupted them unexpectedly. "I think I'll take care of my mom by myself. Otherwise, I won't

feel at peace at all. This is what I'm going to do."

Fannie opened her mouth to argue, but Hiram was ahead of her. "No, I disagree. You can stay here for

a couple of days if you would like to. But you're my wife. Caretaking isn't what you're supposed to do.

On the other hand, the people I've employed are professional. You definitely won't do better than

them."

If his wife was going to do everything by herself, what was the meaning of making a fortune? For her to

watch or to count for fun?

She was insisting on taking care of her mother by herself because she wanted her mother to get better

soon. But Hiram wanted the same thing, and that was why he had hired people to take care of Fannie

instead. Maybe his method would work better.

Rachel wanted to refuse Hiram. Taking care of her mother was her responsibility. Was there any point

in arguing about it? But Fannie agreed with him.

"Yes, Hiram's right, " she said. "Rachel, you're his wife, so you'll be the one handling all the things in his

family. Just let other people take care of me, because there are more important things waiting for you to

do. I'm your mom, and I know my daughter. We're done on this matter. Don't argue anymore."

Rachel lowered her head and fixed her gaze on the chopsticks in her hand. She ate her dinner

absentmindedly.

She was the future hostess of Hiram's family. What a dazzling position!

But the ironic part was that there were lots of things she couldn't control. All she could do was let them

be.

Deep in the night...

Rachel couldn't sleep. She waited until Fannie was asleep before leaving the house. She wanted to

walk away her worries.

The starry night in XH Village was beautiful. The stars were twinkling brightly.

"Rachel? It's really you. Hiram wanted me to tell you that if you can't sleep at night, you can visit the

Rongs' house and that he is waiting for you." It was Carl's voice. He had been standing outside her

house just in case.

Rachel turned around and looked at her own house. Carl continued, "Don't worry. It's been a long day

for Mrs. Ruan. She won't wake up in the middle of the night. And anyway, I'll stay right here. I'll call you

if she wakes up or if anything else happens, so just go."

Rachel suddenly felt grateful for everything Carl had done for her. But she couldn't help asking him one

thing.

"Carl, you're Hiram's cousin. I believe there are other jobs in Hiram's company for you to choose at

your will. So I'm curious, why do you go to the trouble of staying with him all the time? This is a hard

job."

She had been curious about this ever since she learned that Carl was Hiram's cousin. He could have

chosen a better job and made more money. What made him want to work as Hiram's assistant instead?

He had no time for himself; he had to work day and night since Hiram might need him at any time.

Carl laughed kindly and lowered his head in embarrassment. "Everyone can choose how they want to

live, Rachel. I once worked in a good department in the company. It's true that I made more money and

that I had a lot more time to myself. But I prefer to stay with Hiram as his assistant.

To be honest, he has taught me lots of things. You don't know this, but he often gives me important

tasks to do, all of which I wouldn't have the chance to do if I worked in the company. Besides, I'm so

proud that I can stay with Hiram all the time. He's my idol. It's the life that I have longed for since I was

a little boy. Nothing else could make me more proud."

Rachel smiled at his words. Maybe this was what people meant by "charming personality." Carl was

attracted to Hiram's personality.

Rachel thanked him and left. She was so lost in her thoughts while she walked that she didn't even

realize when she arrived at the ancient house of the Rong family.

The lamps on the gate were still on. Apparently, someone was waiting for her inside.

When Rachel reached out to push the gate, it opened from the inside.

The old man standing guard at the gate recognized who she was. He nodded to her with a smile while

smoking his tobacco.

Rachel walked inside to the gigantic courtyard. This was the second time she was seeing it, and the

thing she found the most attractive was still the antiques. She couldn't take her eyes off them.

She shouldn't be blamed for this. The ancient house was full of antiques. There was a table made of

yellow pear wood in the pavilion ahead, which Rachel approached to take a closer look at.

It was said that ancient tables made of yellow pear wood were priceless if they were in good shape and

maintained well. The one in front of her must have been made centuries ago. She believed that it was

worth more than ten million. But they had put it there in a pavilion outdoor. She wondered if they

worried that it would be stolen by someone.

She kept walking.

"Eh? Is it the blue and white porcelain of Ming Dynasty that I saw on TV the other time?" Rachel

murmured to herself. There was a giant porcelain bottle sitting on a stool beside the door. How could

they put it there so carelessly?

Though it was placed under the roof, wouldn't it fall down and break into pieces when there was a

strong gust of wind?

"Since you're here, why don't you come inside? The antiques here are more important to you than I

am, right?" Hiram was standing in front of the door with his arms crossed.

This woman should have come inside and met him half an hour ago. Instead, she was holding the

porcelain bottle at his door. What should he do to her?

Rachel straightened up immediately. She had been worried that the bottle might fall down because of

the wind, but then realized that it was stuck to the stool. The wind wouldn't do anything to it, and no one

could even pick it up without breaking it.

She had estimated the value of the bottle just now. Not surprisingly, it was worth much more than all

the money in her account. Just the antiques in this house alone could make Hiram the richest man in

the country. There was no doubt about it.

"You must spend a lot on security here, don't you?" Rachel asked. There were so many cameras all

over the yard that she couldn't count them by herself.

Hiram had been waiting for a long time for Rachel to come inside. Now, he had no choice but to step

out of the house. "What makes you think so much about the antiques? They all have insurance. In case

they're stolen from here, the compensation for them will cover the loss. Don't worry."

Rachel walked into the pavilion and sat on a round stool. Resting her chin on her hand, she studied the

layout of this ancient yard. Eh, the insurance must have cost Hiram lots of money.

Hiram took a seat opposite Rachel. He saw she lost in thought and chuckled, guessing that she was

thinking about money. "What are you thinking? The antiques in this house make you envy me, right?"

Rachel nodded her head fervently without thinking, then realized that she was being too honest. She

shook her head immediately.

"Marry me again. All the things here will be yours. You'll have all my assets...including myself. This is a

good deal for you, don't you think?" Hiram said to her seductively. As his wife, she would have a share

in all the things he owned. If she gave birth to his child in the future, she would have even more, more

than she could ever imagine.

A servant came over with a teapot and two teacups. She put the pot on the table and reached out to

pour tea for them, but after seeing a slight wave of Hiram's hand, she left quietly.

Hiram picked up the pot and poured two cups of tea. He passed one of them to Rachel before taking Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

the other one for himself.

"What do I think? I'll tell you. The divorce agreement didn't mention anything that you said just now.

Don't you know?" Rachel sneered back coldly.

She remembered what was written on the agreement. None of the assets Hiram owned would be

shared with her. All she would get was the part Hiram had promised when they signed the agreement.

How could he contradict himself so much!

Hearing Rachel's words, Hiram spit out the tea that he was drinking, then immediately coughed to hide

his embarrassment. He put his tea down and tried hard to calm down. He said unpleasantly, "Yes, but

what did I do later? Was I not generous enough to you?"

"Who knows! Maybe what I got was just a drop in the ocean for you. Or maybe you had other plans. Or

maybe you just didn't want to hear people saying that you're mean to your ex-wife."

Rachel sipped her tea and looked up at the bright moon. She saw Hiram's face turn pale at her words.

Hiram murmured something to himself as he drank his tea.

"What are you getting at, young lady? You don't know what kind of person I am? I don't believe it.

You're the little wolf that always keeps a distance from people!"

Seeing Hiram's good-looking face contort in anger, Rachel smiled innocently at him. "Dear Hiram, did I

ever force you to do something I like? Or did I put a knife to your neck, threatening to kill you? I don't

remember doing that, "

Rachel jeered at him. She didn't know how much she had provoked Hiram.

Suddenly, a big shadow approached her. It was Hiram. What was he going to do to her?