"There’s no need to be polite. I really want to do sothing for you."
"Thank you, then." Yiyi accepted the offer with indifference, knowing that only she could lend a hand now.
Finally, the two of them arrived at Madam Aisha’s room. Yiyi looked at everything ticulously arranged in the room; much of the furniture and even the designs were things Madam Aisha carefully curated and cherished. They were inherited from her father and were quite valuable, precious collectibles.
If Madam Aisha saw all this being auctioned off, she would be heartbroken. Not only had she married such a husband and was abandoned, but in the end, even her father’s belongings had to be auctioned off because of him.
The outco of marrying a scumbag was that she lost her entire fortune and youth, ending up with nothing.
"The furniture and items here are very precious. I hope you will take good care of them and not move them carelessly."
"Of course, I hold deep respect for Madam Aisha as well," Lie Fengzi replied with a smile.
Yiyi approached the dressing table and saw a photo fra. Inside was a picture of Madam Aisha and her father. The photo was quite old, showing Madam Aisha as a young girl, her face full of life and a lively smile, carefree, and her father clearly doting on his only daughter with infinite affection.
Since moving, Madam Aisha often reminisced about this photo, lanting that she left in too much of a hurry to take it with her, feeling very sad.
Yiyi kept this matter in her heart.
"Can I take this photo with ? This is the cherished photo of my foster mother; it holds no monetary value to outsiders." In a rare mont, Yiyi spoke humbly, with a tone of plea.
She cooperated throughout without a word of complaint, not even uttering a syllable about the ho’s destruction, all in hopes that her compliance and submission might earn a share of kindness so she could take this vital photo with her.
Lie Fengzi glanced at the photo, moved, and softly said, "This photo exudes warmth and love. To Madam Aisha, it’s undoubtedly important. Since it’s not a valuable item, I’ll turn a blind eye. You can take it with you, but don’t let others know, or I won’t be able to explain it."
Yiyi was sowhat surprised at her easy consent, but thinking of how happy Madam Aisha would be to see the photo, she sincerely thanked Lie Fengzi.
Lie Fengzi’s lips only curved slightly.
Everything that needed to be opened was opened; there was no further need for Yiyi. Lie Fengzi escorted her to the door, full of apologies: "Sorry, I can’t arrange for soone to take you back. We still have a lot of work to do. But if you encounter any trouble in the future, feel free to ask for help, and I’ll do my best."
With that, she warmly shook Yiyi’s hand.
"It’s fine, I can go back on my own." Yiyi frowned slightly, feeling a sharp pain in her injured right arm, causing her to recoil.
Lie Fengzi noticed the subtle change in her expression, her warm smile deepening. It seed the painting earlier had really hit this woman hard; her hand was seriously injured. How pitiful. Being so kind and generous, she naturally had to ’help her a bit more.’
Yiyi soon left.
Lie Fengzi shed her gentle smile, let out a cold snort, returned upstairs, entered Yiyi’s room, and stared at the bed, her expression gloomy and cold.
Then she called soone up and instructed them to move the bed and sell it to a love hotel.
Don’t want to be stained? She was determined to have those used by Yiyi defiled by the filthiest people, exuding a nauseating and repulsive stench.
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