Mu Qingxin smiled with tears, "No, it’s not excessive at all. Luo Yan is a good girl. She always took care of when I was with Bao Huan. I... now it’s like I’m returning the favor to her."
Jiang Yixiu didn’t expect her to agree so decisively, even felt a slight relief. He reached out and tightly pinched her chin, using enough force to almost crush it, "Mu Qingxin, don’t think I’ll fall for your trick again by acting obedient! Who are you trying to fool?"
Mu Qingxin wondered if, in his eyes, no matter what she did now, she had ulterior motives? Was it all wrong?
She endured the pain in her leg, leaning against the wall behind her, her face pale and bloodless, "Doctor Jiang might not know my relationship with Luo Yan. When I first took over Bao Huan, she had just been bought back by the forr boss, knew nothing, feared people, and always kept her head lowered when speaking to others, that kind of appearance..."
That kind of appearance was really like her childhood.
But she didn’t plan to say that, as he might accuse her of seeking pity.
"Hehe, overall, she’s always been a girl with no sense of security, very much in need of care. Whoever treats her well, she will reciprocate doubly to that person—"
"Of course." Jiang Yixiu looked at that face with an increasingly cold expression, "Unlike you, a heartless creature."
"..."
Mu Qingxin looked up and smiled at him, "If you don’t want to drink water, then I won’t! Since I’ll be your maid in the future... Can I sleep for a while now? I’m... so sleepy."
After saying that, she lay on the ground, curled into a ball. She thought, fortunately, there was a carpet in his room; at least it wasn’t so cold—
Jiang Yixiu originally thought he would see her confront him with hostility, but he didn’t expect her to soften like this. He wasn’t sure if she was truly tired or just pretending. Initially, he didn’t want to care, but ultimately he walked to the wardrobe, took out a blanket, and tossed it onto her.
"Cover up, don’t freeze to death before I’ve had enough of tornting you!"
Mu Qingxin’s eyes subtly watered, she clutched the blanket tightly, then slowly covered her head with it and began to cry silently.
She thought her tears had dried up after witnessing Yu Sheng’s death, but surprisingly... there were still so many.
A week ago, Yu Sheng couldn’t withstand the tornt of illness and departed this world amidst agonizing pain.
She rembered clearly, at that ti, his smile was just as pure and pristine as that of the boy in white years before.
For him, the end of life was rather a relief, but for her?
He left, leaving her alone, to continue struggling bitterly in this vast world.
Yu Sheng, why didn’t you take with you?
The next morning, when Jiang Yixiu woke up, Mu Qingxin was no longer in her room. He thought she had run away, hurriedly rushed downstairs without even washing up, and passing the dining room, he saw Luo Yan’s figure and—
Mu Qingxin.
Luo Yan saw Jiang Yixiu first, fearing his reprimand, she quickly said, "Mr. Jiang, I wanted to get your dirty clothes from your room this morning. When I opened the door, I saw Sister Qingxin sleeping there, so I..."
Jiang Yixiu didn’t look at Luo Yan. He just stared at the woman who was setting the table, wondering why her complexion seed even paler than last night?
Was she genuinely not feeling well?
From Mu Qingxin’s point of view, the relationship between Jiang Yixiu and Luo Yan was already very close, although Luo Yan still politely referred to him as Mr. Jiang, just the fact she could co and go from his room explained everything.
Luo Yan was a good girl; she didn’t want to ruin their relationship.
She thought better not to et Jiang Yixiu in the future.
After thinking for a mont, she spoke, "Mr. Jiang, may I go live in the servants’ quarters?"
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