Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

The July sun was like a blazing fire, scorching the entire village and crop fields.

“Janet, someone is looking for you.”

When the neighbor, Mr. Wallace, found Janet Jackson, she was busy planting watermelon seedlings. The girl looked up and stared wide-eyed at the man. She had a cool temperament, and her skin was exceptionally fair. Despite doing farm work at her home all year long, her skin appeared so good that it was enviable.

Mr. Wallace spoke, “That person is in your house. They are from a large family, and they came in a car.” Janet nodded, and she followed him.

At that moment, a group of people was gathered in the Wallace residence. Ms. Cook looked at the girl with a cool temperament walking toward them. She was wearing a linen top and a pair of black trousers, which were splattered with mud and dirt. Even though she did not smell funny, she had an unapproachable and distant aura around her.

Ms. Cook did not bother to hide the disdain in her gaze when she asked her, “Are you Janet?”

Janet nodded while looking indifferent.

Ms. Cook added, “My name is Maya Cook, and I am the housekeeper of the Jackson family. I handle complicated and miscellaneous affairs within the Jackson Family.”

Coincidentally, Madam Wallace—Poppy Wallace—snorted in disdain. Ms. Cook burst out laughing because she knew what Poppy meant when she snorted. It’s just about money, isn’t it? After that, she took out a bankcard from her bag to slam it on the table. “There’s 5 million in here. You will never earn this amount even if you planted crops for the rest of your lives.”

The two middle-aged elderly villagers had their legs crossed while they stared unblinkingly at the bankcard. Hmph, I can’t believe this damned girl is worth so much money!

Poppy persisted, “Are you trying to get rid of us with only 5 million? We’ve raised her for eighteen years!”

Wallace, you should take it. Don’t

since she was young. Her results were bad, and she has always been a loner; there is honestly nothing likable about her. Initially, I was hoping to receive some dowry after she got married, but that damned girl ran away after junior high. During that time, I heard from the village’s gossipmonger that a man from another province took the stupid girl away.

weather was hot, but there was no air-conditioning in the Wallace residence. Ms. Cook was already feeling annoyed and impatient, and so she threw the card firmly on the table. “It’s for you to decide whether you

but she did not comment further. After that, she walked into her room. All the while, Ms. Cook had a contemptuous look on her

had a fresh change of clothes, and she was carrying a small bag. After she walked to the front of the

not reply to her; instead, she got into the car straight away, as if the place had no sentimental value to her. I’ve lived here for eighteen years, but it’s not where I belong after all. I’d like to know

off and started

…

and she took her time to fish her phone out of her bag. Ms. Cook, who

the call, only to be greeted with an anxious voice over the phone. “What happened?”

tomorrow. Are you coming?” The man’s tone was careful but filled with anticipation. His respectful tone

would always be first to inform her about the best event across the country. The auction

going; I’m busy.” She hung up on him

so someone like you, who has been living in the

closed her eyes without responding to her. Many swindlers around? Is she proud

powerful people. If you were to join the Jackson Family, you’ll have to change your phone, Miss Janet. You wouldn’t want to embarrass the

heard that you dropped out of

eyelids suddenly