Chapter 82 She is like a tenacious sapling.
As the night deepened, Xie Qiao returned to the Xie Mansion dressed in his official uniform.
He had a jade face and a golden crown, and had a cold expression that kept strangers away. It was not until he returned to Mo Anju that he took a deep breath and took off his official uniform.
Fu Cang had been following Xie Qiao all the time and knew that he had not slept for several nights.
He said, "Sir, why don't you take a rest first."
"No need." Xie Qiao changed into a comfortable casual outfit. He asked casually, "What did Ah Jin do today?"
When he just returned home, Fu Cang had already asked about the lady's movements in the past few days. The most important thing was to find out whether the cousin had come again.
His son has been a widower for so many years, he can't let his cooked wife get away now!
Fu Cang replied, "Madam took Que'er and Xiao Luo to the shop on the street today, and met Madam Lin again in the morning."
"Mrs. Lin?" Xie Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Is it the Mrs. Lin who invited Ah Jin to the birthday party last time?"
"That's right. Madam went to the shop right after she came out of the teahouse, and there were no accidents along the way."
Xie Qiao said "hmm" faintly.
"But sir, there is something quite strange." Fu Cang frowned.
Xie Qiao put down the official report in his hand and said seriously, "Go ahead."
"My lord was afraid that the King of Qi might make some moves, so he asked me to send two people to keep an eye on Madam's shop and her parents' old house. There has been no movement these days, but this afternoon, someone went to Madam's old house to inquire about Madam's affairs."
Ask about Song Jin?
Xie Qiao frowned: "What are they asking about? Are they trying to find a marriage partner for Ah Jin?"
Fu Cang shook his head: "No, they were asking about Madam's background and her parents. The secret guards thought it was strange, so they followed the person and found that person returned to the Lin Mansion."
"Lin Mansion?" Xie Qiao raised his eyes: "Is it Madam Lin?"
"It should be. But the secret guards did not enter the Lin Mansion again to investigate why they wanted to know Madam's background. Just one thing," Fu Cang paused, "the neighbors next to Madam's old house said that they had not seen Mother Song get pregnant for the second time. They only knew that the Song family had only one son, so Madam..."
Xie Qiao replied calmly: "So Ah Jin may not be a child of the Song family."
Fu Cang said nothing, just nodded.
Xie Qiao put down the report in his hand, and he suddenly thought of the wound on Song Jin's body.
He had seen every part of Song Jin's body, and when he saw the wound for the first time, he knew it was not caused by a fall, but by a dagger.
He was just a little confused at the time, but later he thought that Song Jin fell off a cliff, and then he forgot about the scars on Song Jin's body.
But now...
Mrs. Lin went to check Ajin's background. What is the relationship between Ajin and her? Why did Mrs. Lin want to investigate a little girl whom she had only met a few times?
Mrs. Lin...
King of Qi?
Xie Qiao suddenly thought of something Song Jin said.
She said the King of Qi felt she was like an old friend...
Xie Qiao frowned even more tightly. He felt that the reason why the King of Qi wanted Song Jin to enter the palace was not just because of her craftsmanship.
There should be something else in return.
"Fu Cang." Xie Qiao called out, "Go and ask someone to investigate the relationship between Madam Lin and the King of Qi."
Fu Cang understood that things here seemed a bit complicated.
He originally thought that his wife was just an ordinary cook, but he didn't expect that she had a secret of her life.
He didn't dare to delay and said directly: "Yes."
Xie Qiao pressed his brows, and the fatigue of the past few days came flooding back.
He missed Song Jin very much.
He wanted to see her.
Thinking of this, he put down the report in his hand, walked out of the secret passage of Mo Anju, and after only a few steps, he arrived at Yuechuan Pavilion.
He stood outside the window, listening to the laughter of the girls inside.
In addition to Song Jin, there are also Xiao Luo and Que'er.
The three of them were happily discussing what they had seen and heard that day, what delicious food they had eaten and drank, which jewelry was the most beautiful, which material was of poor quality, and they also talked about what new styles of pastries they were going to make in the next few days. In the end, they decided to open many, many shops in the future and make it the number one pastry shop in Kyoto.
The sounds inside were bright and lively, mixed with the sound of splashing water, like silver bells blown by the wind.
Xie Qiao stood outside the window, eavesdropping on the joy inside.
As long as he heard Song Jin's voice, the dead air in him would be driven away.
Ah Jin...
Ah Jin...
It was unknown how much time had passed inside, the sound slowly stopped, the sound of water also ended, and finally, Xie Qiao heard Que'er and Xiao Luo leave the bedroom.
Xie Qiao stared at the window intently.
Then he jumped in without hesitation.
He walked quietly to the girl's bed and looked at her comfortably lying in the quilt. She was like a fragrant and soft cake after just taking a bath.
Yes, she still had the sweet smell of pastries on her body.
Completely different from other girls.
Xie Qiao looked at her.
Xie Qiao wanted to take a bite of her round little face.
Xie Qiao felt like a madman.
He controlled himself, then took off his outer clothes, leaving only his inner clothes, then lay down beside Song Jin, got into her quilt, and hugged her.
The girl was half asleep and half awake when she was pulled into a slightly cool embrace. She woke up instantly and struggled to call for help.
"save!"
Then her mouth was covered.
Xie Qiao whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, Jin, it's me."
Song Jin stopped struggling and she whimpered twice.
Xie Qiao loosened his grip and watched the girl turn around in his arms.
The girl's voice was sleepy, and she whispered, "Why are you here?"
She hadn't seen Xie Qiao for several days.
Xie Qiao said calmly: "I've been very busy these days, so I thought of coming to see you."
"It's okay, brother, just mind your own business. I'm fine, no need to check." The girl said obediently.
Xie Qiao: “…”
Song Jin felt that she was half asleep. She asked, "Brother, where did you come from? I don't think I opened the door for you?"
"No." Xie Qiao paused: "I jumped in through the window."
Song Jin: "Ah?"
She couldn't believe it. Xie Qiao actually climbed in through the window?
this……
this……
[A playboy.] 】
These four words suddenly popped up in Song Jin's mind.
She paused where she was, and then heard Xie Qiao laugh softly.
Song Jin looked up: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's okay." Xie Qiao shook his head: "I just think that jumping out of the window is indeed a bit indecent."
Song Jin nodded in agreement: "Just knock on the door next time."
Xie Qiao buried his head in the side of her neck and said in a muffled voice: "Well, okay."
Song Jin's neck was tickled, and she dodged with a smile: "It's so itchy!"
Xie Qiao still didn't let her go.
His kisses moved down little by little, and his cold fingers untied the belt of her pajamas, revealing the small clothes underneath and the scar that was neither deep nor shallow.
He leaned over and kissed her right on her heart.
Song Jin thought he kissed her chest and her face turned red. She could feel that Xie Qiao was different tonight.
It didn't seem like he was here tonight specifically to pay off a debt.
More like a kiss.
Song Jin felt even more strange.
Their relationship was no longer as cold as before, but this kind of contact...
A bit more than that.
It seemed to be beyond their ability to explain clearly.
This scared her a little.
She dodged subconsciously: "Brother, you..."
Xie Qiao suddenly asked: "Ajin, does your wound still hurt?"
Song Jin was stunned.
Only then did I realize that the place he kissed was the scar on my heart.
"It doesn't hurt." Song Jin whispered, "It's just a mark left, it has no feeling."
Xie Qiao said "hmm" faintly.
He then asked, "Ah Jin, have you always lived in Chunliu Lane since you were a child? Have you ever seen your parents?"
Song Jin felt strange.
Why does it seem like everyone is asking her where she is from, where she is from, and who her parents are today?
It’s just that Xie Qiao is not an outsider, and he has known these things for a long time.
Song Jin said: "I am from Kyoto. I just went to Chunliu Lane to accompany my grandfather. I have met my parents twice, but I was too young at that time and I don't remember clearly. I just feel that my mother is not close to me. It may be because we have been separated for too long."
Xie Qiao lay on top of her, listening to her carefully.
This was the first time Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao wanted to know about her.
Before, when they were in Chunliu Lane, he didn't seem to care much.
Song Jin continued, "It's okay. My grandparents were very good to me. When I was young, I was in poor health and it was my grandparents who took care of me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have lived to this age."
"You were in poor health as a child. Was it because of this wound?"
"That should be it." Song Jin was not sure. "I was too young at that time. I only remember that the medicine was very bitter. I drank it for many years. My grandfather always said that I was lucky, like a brave young sapling. I will definitely live well in the future."
Xie Qiao agreed wholeheartedly: "Your grandfather is right."
Even though she is the only one at home now, she does not complain about herself, but sets up her stall and lives a good life.
The wound on her heart was enough to take her life. It was really lucky for such a little baby to be able to survive.
Not to mention that a year ago, although she intended to escape from him, she escaped because of this.
She really is like a tenacious and lucky sapling, growing without fear of wind and rain.
She took good care of herself.
Xie Qiao sighed slightly, he reached out to gather Song Jin's pajamas and tied them securely.
He put his arm around her waist and held her tightly against himself.
Song Jin's face was squeezed between his chest.
too……
It’s too tight!
She found a gap and struggled to say, "Brother, aren't we going to do it today?"
Xie Qiao closed his eyes: "Not today."
Song Jin: "Oh."
She waited silently for a while, and found that Xie Qiao didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. She raised her head from between his chest muscles and said, "Then brother, why don't you leave?"
Xie Qiao: “…”
His arms tightened again.
He whispered, "Ajin, I'm very tired these days. Can I hold you while I sleep tonight?"
Song Jin shook his head: "No, this is not reasonable."
Xie Qiao remained indifferent.
He didn't discuss it at all. Seeing that Song Jin disagreed, he threatened in a low voice: "Then let's do it until you pass out. That way you can't chase me away."
Song Jin: “……!”
She opened her eyes wide and thought Xie Qiao was crazy!
How could he say such obscene words!
This doesn't make sense!
Song Jin struggled out from between his pectoral muscles. She looked up at Xie Qiao with eyes full of disbelief.
But she discovered in despair that Xie Qiao didn't seem to be joking, he really thought so!
Under the moonlight, within the layers of bed curtains.
Xie Qiao smiled gently, but Song Jin shuddered.
She silently shrank her neck like a little quail: "That's it."
She won't be stubborn this time!
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