In her memory, Qing'er accepted the original owner's gift, but she always had an indifferent attitude and didn't even want the original owner to touch it. There was no such thing as a vow of love. The original owner just wanted to redeem Qing'er for himself.

The original owner's love was one-sided from the beginning to the end, and she did not receive any response from Qing'er. Now it is not her turn to make a comment.

"Mr. Liang'er, if you have nothing else to do, I'm sorry I can't entertain you. Please go back." Zhao Chuchu didn't want to talk to him any more. The more she talked, the more wrong she would be. It would be better to send him away early.

She still has to explain to Brother Yuan later.

Zhao Chuchu pinched her eyebrows, feeling upset and having a headache.

"Zhao Chuchu, you're a bastard. It's really not worth it for Brother Qing to think about you so much. You can read this letter or not."

Liang'er's eyes were red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or sad for Qing'er.

Throwing the letter into Zhao Chuchu's arms, he turned around and left without hesitation.

The letter fell to the ground, but Zhao Chuchu didn't pick it up.

Walking to the carriage, Liang'er turned around and saw Zhao Chuchu's cold and ruthless look, and she gritted her teeth again.

Zhao Chuchu didn't pick up the letter, turned around and was about to go into the house, but heard Liang'er's question from behind, with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Zhao Chuchu, tell me the truth, do you really not like Brother Qing?"

Zhao Chuchu paused slightly and said without hesitation, "Yes."

"Don't you like it at all?"

Zhao Chuchu said calmly: "No."

She is not the original owner. She is Zhao Chuchu from the modern era. She only likes Yuan Ge'er. What's more, she has never seen Qing'er. She only has a vague impression of her in the original owner's memory. How can she like him?

Behind him, the carriage had slowly left.

Zhao Chuchu entered the house and met Mr. Zhang who had just come out of the house with a cane. He looked at her with complicated eyes.

Wow, it’s so awful that my father-in-law heard it.

"Go and see Brother Yuan." Before Zhao Chuchu could explain anything, Mr. Zhang spoke first.

Zhao Chuchu nodded and ran to the kitchen impatiently.

The slender figure was busy in front of the oven. He didn't look up when he heard her footsteps, but was busy checking the flower cakes that were baking.

Zhao Chuchu opened her mouth to explain, but for a moment she didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, she saw a glaring red on Yuan Ge'er's right hand.

"Brother Yuan, what happened to your hand?"

Zhao Chuchu pulled his hand over and saw that the back of his hand was red and had blisters on it. It was obvious that he was burned.

"How could you be so careless? You didn't know how to deal with the burns." The red stung Zhao Chuchu's eyes and she felt very distressed.

"Let's go and apply the medicine."

Zhang Xiuyuan struggled slightly to retract his hand. He lowered his head and said calmly, "No, it's okay. I still need to continue watching the oven."

Looking at the empty hands and the person moving away from her, Zhao Chuchu felt uncomfortable, angry and helpless.

"Nothing is more important than you. Be obedient and let's go apply the medicine. Your father-in-law can come and help watch the oven for a while." Zhao Chuchu softened her tone and coaxed him.

The boy stood in front of the oven, facing her sideways, without saying a word.

"Brother Yuan, be good and come back with me to apply the medicine."

In the end, the boy couldn't resist her and followed her out obediently like a young wife.

Mr. Zhang looked at the two people holding hands, and the worry in his eyes dissipated a little.

Inside the house, Zhao Chuchu pulled Yuan Ge'er to sit down, took out a needle, and carefully picked away the blisters on the back of his hand.