"The lady is back."
Aunt Yang came out with a smile, carrying a plate of pastries: "Dinner will be ready soon. The young master won't be home for dinner tonight, so why don't you have something to eat first, Madam?"
Xiang Jin shook her head: "I'm not hungry, I'm going to sleep."
"Will I call you for dinner later?"
Xiang Jin shook her head again: "No need."
Xiang Jin returned to her room and closed the door.
"What's wrong? Why does Madam look so pale?" Aunt Yang asked Zhou Zhou.
Zhou Zhou exclaimed in shock: "Could it be that she saw the news? What should we do? What should we do? Will my wife do something rash?"
Aunt Yang's expression turned serious: "I'll tell Steward Feng."
………………
Xiang Jin sat by the window and began to paint.
The thick sketchbook has been filled to the last page.
There is only one theme: her ten-year unrequited love for the person who used to appear in her dreams and is now in her life.
She liked Murong Xiao, but she didn't tell anyone, not even her closest friend Bai Ningshuang.
So she didn't draw facial features in her sketchbook; she just wanted to use this method to soothe her emotions when she was thinking about him.
She picked up her pen, wanting to leave her mark on the last page.
But after a long time, I still couldn't bring myself to write.
She gave a bitter smile.
Is it disillusionment that I've lost the courage to even put pen to paper?
Xiang Jin closed the sketchbook.
She lit a fire and threw the sketchbook in.
The flames gradually reached a corner of the sketchbook and quickly ignited into a fire. Xiang Jin felt a pang of pain in her heart and hurriedly retrieved the sketchbook, nearly burning her hand in the process.
Fortunately, only one corner of the sketchbook was burned.
She breathed a sigh of relief, casually tossed the item onto the table next to her, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
She was having trouble thinking and was taking her time showering. Just as she was about to finish, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door, followed by someone breaking down the door and calling her name everywhere.
"I'm here, what's wrong?" Xiang Jin opened the bathroom door, and a thick cloud of smoke hit her, making her cough.
What happened?
Is there a fire in the room?
At that moment, a pair of hands reached out and covered her mouth and nose.
"Don't speak." Murong Xiao carried her out of the room and placed her on his bed.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He looked her over in a flustered manner, his words too urgent, which made Xiang Jin pause slightly.
"I'm fine." She pulled her hand away from his grasp and turned her head to the side.
After a while, the fire went out, and Steward Feng came to report.
"When the lady was burning something, the flames in the basin accidentally jumped out and burned the carpet. Although it has been put out now, the room is a mess and no longer habitable."
"What are you burning?" Murong Xiao asked.
Xiang Jin wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel and slid off the bed: "It's nothing, just some unwanted things. I'm going to rest in the guest room."
"stop."
Xiang Jin didn't stop.
"I don't want to say it a second time," he said coldly.
Xiang Jin stopped.
"Eat your food before you go to sleep." He took her hand.
Xiang Jin shook him off abruptly, turned and walked towards the door: "No need, I'm not hungry."
"I told you, eat before you go to sleep." His already dwindling patience was wearing thin.
When they were in Fengjia Village, she always obeyed him, was obedient and warm, and was the warmest place in his heart. Why has she become like this now?
Xiang Jin could no longer tolerate it.
"Didn't you hear me say I'm not hungry?!"
"Wait a minute, Murong Xiao, what are you doing? Put me down!"
Xiang Jin was carried to the restaurant by Murong Xiao.
"After you finish eating this, you can go upstairs to rest." Murong Xiao tossed a bowl of abalone porridge in front of her.
Xiang Jin didn't move.
"If you don't eat, I'll feed you myself."
Xiang Jin remained motionless.
Murong Xiao put down his knife and fork, picked up the abalone porridge, and Xiang Jin quickly pressed his hand down and obediently picked up the spoon.
Murong Xiao was very satisfied, and withdrew his hand to pat the back of her head.
After dinner, Xiang Jin prepared to return to her room, but upon arriving, she discovered that her belongings were gone.
"Madam, as the young master instructed, your belongings have all been moved to his room," said Butler Feng.
Xiang Jin knocked on the door with a cold face.
After a while, the door to the room opened, and Murong Xiao stood in the doorway, wearing pajamas with two buttons undone at the top. Two drops of water from his hair slid down his collarbone and disappeared into his clothes.
Xiang Jin subconsciously swallowed.
"Come in and see for yourself," he said, downing a glass of water with a half-smile.
Xiang Jin felt somewhat embarrassed.
She pushed open the door and went in, glancing around but not seeing her things. She then turned her puzzled gaze to Murong Xiao.
Where are my things?
“Come here,” he commanded.
Where are my things?
"Come here and help me blow-dry my hair."
“I don’t have time. Let your Xiangqi blow it for you.” She took a deep breath. “Or Miss Fang would be fine too.”
He must have hidden the things. She was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste time with him, so she decided to come and move them tomorrow while he wasn't home.
After thinking it through, Xiang Jin turned around and walked outside.
He took out the remote control and closed the door.
"Come here and help me dry my hair." He shook the hairdryer in his hand, his tone becoming more forceful.
He's driving me crazy tonight!
What exactly does he want? What does he take her for, a plaything to be summoned and dismissed at will?
But she couldn't argue with him, so after thinking about it, she suppressed her anger and picked up the hairdryer.
His hair was very fine and black, the best hair she had ever seen, and for that very reason, it was extremely difficult to blow-dry.
Xiang Jin was a little irritated, and her grip became rough, pulling on his scalp several times, causing him to groan twice.
As she was playing the flute, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and wrapped around her waist, and he slowly rested his head on her waist.
Xiang Jin froze.
They dared not move.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" His voice was languid and magnetic, much more pleasant than usual, and inexplicably stirred Xiang Jin's heart.
"It's nothing." Xiang Jin turned off the hairdryer.
"Really nothing?" His gaze deepened slightly.
In the afternoon, Butler Feng told him that she had seen the rumors online and seemed a little upset. He dropped everything and rushed back, only to find out that she was fine.
"What exactly are you trying to say? If there's nothing else, I'm going back to sleep." Xiang Jin put the hairdryer away.
"Ah Jin".
Murong Xiao took her hand.
Xiang Jin was stunned.
This was the first time he had addressed her so calmly, instead of calling her Xiang Jin or Miss Xiang.
Her heart skipped a beat; she realized she was shamefully addicted to the feeling, and couldn't even bear to let go of his hand.
"I haven't betrayed you, at least not now." He sighed softly, almost imperceptibly. This was the first time Murong Xiao had ever humbled himself like this, and it was all for a woman.
Xiang Jin was stunned.
Was he explaining something to her?
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