The maid was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. She stammered, "I...I don't know either. I just heard that he has dined and dashed many times and caused many restaurants to close down. That's why I went after him. I didn't expect to be discovered so easily."
Xue Lingyu snorted coldly, glanced at the large crowd gathered at the entrance of Jiangji Restaurant, and said, "Forget it, let her be smug for a few more days. I will definitely not let her off easily next time."
Nobody knows you did this, right?
If she weren't still under Xie Yu's watchful eye, she wouldn't need to go through all this trouble; she could have just had Jiang Yimian beaten up to vent her anger.
But Xie Yu has been keeping a close eye on her lately, so she can't do anything she wants and has to resort to these useless methods.
The maidservant nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, Miss. That day, I only had someone tell that big man about the opening of Jiang's restaurant. He went there on his own initiative, and it has nothing to do with us."
Even if that person realized there was a problem, the authorities couldn't trace it back to them.
Xue Lingyu was satisfied and ignored Jiang Ji's side, ordering the carriage to leave.
Her mother said that Xie Yu's illness has improved a lot recently, and she expects to be preparing to return to the capital soon, so she shouldn't let her cause trouble.
She should be careful lately.
At this moment, in Jiang's backyard.
Jiang Yimian looked at the two people in front of her, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Neither of you are going to say anything. If you're not going to say anything, I'm leaving."
Seeing that Jiang Yimian was really about to leave, Song Er became a little anxious. He stuffed the things in his arms into Lu Cijian's hands and said with a smile, "Miss Jiang, this is a congratulatory gift that my young master has been preparing for almost half a month. You should take a good look at it."
Having said that, he slipped away as fast as he could and ran off.
Jiang Yimian raised an eyebrow, looking at the object covered by red silk in Lu Cijian's hand, and asked curiously, "What is this? A congratulatory gift for the shop's opening?"
Lu Cijian gave a soft "hmm", lifted the red silk and handed over the thing in her hand, saying in a low voice, "I don't know if you will like it. If you don't like it, you can have Song Er send it to be modified and made into another shape."
Jiang Yimian stared blankly at the large, golden bouquet of barley in the other person's hand.
At first glance, they thought it was a real, ripe ear of wheat, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that it was actually a large bunch of golden ears of wheat, with each plump ear of wheat covered in fine, long whiskers.
Not only is the workmanship exquisite, but it is also incredibly realistic. If she hadn't been standing so close, she would have thought it was a real bunch of dark-colored wheat.
Jiang Yimian took the flowers with a slight pause, then burst out laughing, "You really know how to please girls."
Such realistic golden ears of wheat, everyone would love them!
Not only does it have a good meaning, but it is also so exquisitely made. You can tell at a glance that it is not something that an ordinary craftsman could make. It must have taken a lot of effort to make such a large bouquet.
In particular, this bunch of wheat ears also symbolizes a bountiful harvest.
In the past, she didn't really feel the significance of the harvest season, but after living here for almost a year, the word "harvest" has only given her a sense of joy and anticipation.
Only with a good harvest can the villagers live well.
Only when there is a good harvest will you see undisguised smiles and joy on everyone's faces.
She loves a good harvest.
Lu Cijian breathed a sigh of relief, his slightly curled hands unconsciously relaxing, and said in a light voice, "I'm glad Miss Jiang likes it."
Jiang Yimian raised an eyebrow, staring at the person in front of her curiously, "It's been almost half a month since we last met, and you've even changed how you address me? Or do you have another Mianmian?"
Lu Cijian was taken aback, clearly not expecting Jiang Yimian to ask such a question, and stood there speechless for a moment.
Jiang Yimian suddenly felt that the wheat flower in her hand no longer smelled good, so she shoved it back into Lu Cijian's arms and said indifferently, "Since Young Master Lu has another Mianmian, then don't try to please other girls anymore, or your Mianmian will get angry."
She had been worried about Lu Cijian for the past two weeks, wondering if something had happened to him. Turns out, with a beautiful woman in her arms, she had forgotten about them.
Seeing that Jiang Yimian was really about to leave, Lu Cijian grabbed her and said in a deep voice with a hint of anxiety, "There are no other Mianmian."
Jiang Yimian just smiled and turned around, about to speak, when she met those dark and deep peach blossom eyes.
Lu Cijian's handsome face was full of seriousness, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing something. The hand holding her wrist was also particularly strong, as if he was nervous.
Jiang Yimian suddenly couldn't bring herself to say the part about teasing her. She abruptly lowered her head and casually uttered an "Oh."
Her heartbeat quickened for no reason. This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to her; she had been attracted to people before, but after getting to know them, she only felt that they weren't a good match, and the feeling of attraction gradually faded away.
Later, she was so busy with the organization's tasks that she only had time to spend with the old lady. She wasn't very interested in matters of the heart, so much so that when such feelings arose, she would deliberately ignore them.
She wondered if her feelings for Lu Cijian would also soon disappear.
Just then, Lu Cijian suddenly spoke up: "I found the person who disappeared with your father back then."
Jiang Yimian snapped back to reality, looked around and, not seeing Wang Fengqin, breathed a sigh of relief before exclaiming in surprise, "Really? That person really disappeared with Father?"
Lu Cijian nodded. "But that person suffered too much trauma and isn't quite thinking clearly right now. We can't get much information out of him. Do you want to come with me to take a look?"
Jiang Yimian nodded hurriedly, not caring about the slight emotion in her heart, and put away the wheat flowers before riding away with Lu Cijian.
Wang Fengqin assumed the two had something to discuss and didn't pay much attention. She helped out at the shop for a while before going back to play with the two children.
Jiang Yimian and her companion rode their horses at breakneck speed and soon arrived at a mansion.
Lu Cijian led the way, and Jiang Yimian followed. They soon arrived at the courtyard where Liu Changsong was.
Upon entering, one is immediately greeted by a strong smell of medicine, and inside, a man's incessant muttering can be heard.
The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes soft, and it sounded startling and a little frightening.
Song Xiaowu stared at the person on the bed who had suddenly become scared and nervous again, and felt a headache coming on.
These past few days, whenever Liu Changsong wakes up, he either hides in the corner of the bed trembling with fear, or he shouts that he wants to go back to Xinghua Village. He's completely insane, and the doctor has come several times but is helpless and has no way to bring him back to his senses.
Not to mention getting any information about the mine from him; he now doubts whether the man in front of him is just making things up.
Just then, the person who had been trembling at the foot of the bed suddenly climbed off the bed and stood in the room shouting, "I, I'm going to kill you all! It's all your fault that we can't go home and that Dazhuang's life is in danger! It's all your fault!"
"I'm going to kill you all to avenge Dazhuang and the villagers."
As he spoke, he suddenly picked up the vase on the table and smashed it forcefully towards Song Xiaowu at the door.
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