Chapter 510: Something is wrong

Qian Duoduo was even more embarrassed and angry when her secret was exposed. She put her hand down and glared at Xiaohong in feigned anger, pretending to twist her mouth: "You are so good, Xiaohong! How dare you make fun of me! I will fine you three months' wages to teach you a lesson!"

When Xiaohong heard the word "wages", her face instantly fell, and she tugged at Qian Duoduo's sleeve pitifully: "Miss, please don't! I'm counting on this monthly salary to save for my dowry! Please be kind..."

"Hmph!" Qian Duoduo snorted and shook off her hand, but there was a smile in her eyes, "Don't try that! When has the good stuff I gave you not been ten times better than your meager salary? Why are you pretending to be so pitiful!"

Xiao Hong was exposed and immediately burst into laughter. She rubbed over to him flatteringly: "Hehe, Miss is the most kind and generous. I knew that Miss was just trying to scare me!"

Qian Duoduo ignored her, his mind already flying to the front hall.

She stood up, straightened her dress, and was about to walk out.

Xiao Hong was quick-witted and stood in front of the door, her arms outstretched to block the way. She said anxiously, "Oh, my dear lady! Where are you going? The son-in-law is discussing important matters with the master in the front hall! If you run over now and are seen by those servants, they will laugh at you... laugh at you..."

Xiaohong stamped her feet and lowered her voice, "People will laugh at you for being so impatient to get married! How can a bride go to the front hall by herself? Aren't you ashamed?" Her little face was wrinkled, and she looked like she was willing to stop her own young lady at all costs.

Qian Duoduo glared at Xiaohong unhappily, turned around, and walked straight to the small cushioned couch by the window. He lay down on it as if in a huff, and the hem of his skirt embroidered with lotus flowers spread out slightly.

"I'm not going, okay?"

Seeing her like this, Xiaohong smiled and moved closer: "That's right, my dear lady! Girls should be reserved. I'll go to the front and take a look for you. I'll tell you everything later. I guarantee it will be more exciting than what you see with your own eyes!" Before she finished speaking, Xiaohong turned around and slipped out like a nimble bird, leaving only the door curtain shaking slightly.

"Hey, this damn girl..." Qian Duoduo spat at the empty door, picked up a brocade-bound notebook from the low table next to him, and flipped through it randomly.

But none of the ink words on the paper could catch her eyes.

Although her eyes were on the pages of the book, her mind had already drifted to the front hall, to the young master of the Lan family who was about to become her husband.

The sunlight from outside the window shone in obliquely, casting a soft outline on her delicate profile, making her absent-mindedness at the moment even more apparent.

At this moment, a slender figure walked in silently. Qian Wan'er saw Qian Duoduo leaning on the couch, staring blankly out the window. A strong feeling of bitterness and jealousy surged up in an instant, making it almost impossible for her to maintain the calmness on her face.

Qian Wan'er took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions. She tried to curl the corners of her mouth upwards into a perfectly curved arc, and with her usual delicate demeanor, she approached with lotus steps. "Big sister," she said in a sweet voice, with a deliberate effort of flattery, "Congratulations, sister."

Qian Duoduo came back to her senses upon hearing the voice. When she saw that the person coming was Qian Waner, her two delicate eyebrows immediately frowned in disgust, and she did not hide her impatience at all: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to hang around me and annoy me for no reason? Seeing you affects my mood, so go away!" She waved her hand as if to drive away an annoying fly.

Qian Wan'er was choked by this merciless rebuke, and the hatred in her heart became even more intense, almost burning through the disguised skin.

She pinched her palms hard, her face instantly filled with grievance, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with sobs: "Sister, how can you speak to me like this...I am also sincerely happy for you, this is not..."

She turned sideways and winked at the maid carrying a tray behind her. "I got up early this morning and specifically asked the kitchen to stew your favorite rock sugar lotus seed soup for you. I wanted to congratulate you."

The maid understood and immediately stepped forward, carefully placing the sweet white porcelain bowl that was still steaming on the rosewood tea table beside the couch.

The sweet aroma of lotus seeds wafts faintly in the air.

Qian Duoduo glanced suspiciously at the bowl of soup, then looked at Qian Wan'er's pitiful face, a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Are you so kind? Oh, did you add some 'good stuff' to it again? I remember the lesson from before."

When Qian Wan'er heard this, she felt as if she had suffered a great injustice and was about to cry.

She stepped forward without hesitation, bent down and picked up the bowl of lotus seed soup, picked up a small silver spoon on the tray next to her, scooped up a full spoonful of the clear soup, and in front of Qian Duoduo, put it into her mouth without hesitation and swallowed it slowly.

After doing all this, she raised her watery eyes and said aggrievedly, "Sister, you should be relieved now, right? I knew you would misunderstand me, so I even asked the maid to prepare an extra clean spoon."

As she spoke, she placed the spoon she had used back on the tray, then picked up a brand new silver spoon from the side and gently placed it into the soup bowl. Holding it with both hands, she handed it to Qian Duoduo, "Sister, this is a gift from my sister. Would you like to try it?"

Qian Duoduo was still worried. Qian Wan'er was good at acting, and he could still vividly remember the times when she had been secretly and overtly harming him.

Her expression remained expressionless, and she simply said, "No thanks. I just had breakfast not long ago, and my stomach is still full. I really can't eat any more. I'm afraid I can only appreciate your kindness."

Qian Wan'er suddenly became anxious. She had planned to wait until Qian Duoduo drank the soup before persuading her to go to the front hall so that Master Lan and the Regent Princess could witness Qian Duoduo's embarrassing appearance in public.

Seeing her plan about to fail, her mind raced, the look of grievance on her face intensified, even with a hint of humble pleading: "Big sister, this bowl of lotus seed soup is my sincere apology to you! In the past...in the past, it was all my fault. I was jealous that you were the legitimate daughter, so why could I only be a concubine's daughter... But now I understand, big sister..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her heart was filled with emotion. "We share the same blood, and we are sisters as close as a bone! Sister, please forgive me for my past mistakes. I really know I was wrong!"

Qian Duoduo made a "tsk" sound and looked Qian Wan'er up and down, her eyes full of scrutiny: "Qian Wan'er, did you take the wrong medicine today? Or is there something wrong with your brain? Why do I feel like there's something weird going on all over you? Tell me, what bad things are you planning?" Her intuition told her that something must be wrong.