"Changlin, thoroughly clean Zhuiyue, leaving no trace of its scent," Xie Jingrun ordered in a deep voice, then entered the mansion with a stern face.
Changlin: "..."
He knew that his master would definitely take his anger out on him.
But wasn't it the old lady who angered the Marquis?
Why did the master not go to the old lady, but instead take his anger out on this lowly subordinate?
Changlin reluctantly led the horse to the stable, then resignedly fetched water and began to wash the horse.
What does it mean to not leave any smell behind?
If that's the case, why make the old lady sit?
The master is truly contradicting himself!
It seems that the master has been greatly angered by the old lady!
Xie Jingrun had just reached the entrance of Qingxing Garden when he saw the woman who had run away earlier waiting there.
He paused for a moment, and the gloom he had felt because of this woman immediately vanished.
Why is this woman coming here so late instead of going home to sleep?
Or did she finally have a change of heart and feel ashamed?
He walked over with a stern face. "What are you doing here so suspiciously?"
Rong Qingqing looked at the man's cold face, took out a piece of clothing from behind her and handed it to him, "The clothes I washed for you last time have been dried a long time ago, but I forgot to give them to you because I've been busy at the shop these past few days. I saw them when I got back just now and thought you might need to change, so I brought them to you."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun gave her a deep look, but did not reach out to take it. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "My hands haven't been washed yet. Just take it to my room."
"Send it into your room?" Rong Qingqing frowned, hesitating to speak.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Xie Jingrun asked impatiently when she hesitated.
“Your yard is haunted, I’m too scared to go…” Rong Qingqing hesitated.
He saved her today, and giving him a piece of clothing was just a small thing, but thinking about what happened last time, she still felt a little uneasy.
"I already said there are no ghosts, what are you thinking?" Xie Jingrun said angrily.
"You think you can just say no and that's it? I bumped into it last time," Rong Qingqing said defiantly.
"That's..." Xie Jingrun stopped himself in time. "Anyway, there are no ghosts in this world. Only people with guilty consciences are afraid of ghosts. Rong Qingqing, do you have a guilty conscience?"
"What do I have to hide?" Rong Qingqing retorted. "Anyway, take it in yourself. It's too late, I'm going back to sleep." With that, she threw the clothes at him and ran away.
Xie Jingrun caught it with lightning speed, and seeing that she was about to run away, he instinctively grabbed her hand.
He was taken aback by the smooth, soft hand in his palm, then his face hardened and he sneered, "I've saved you time and time again, and this is how you treat your benefactor?"
Rong Qingqing was suddenly grabbed by him and instinctively tried to struggle, but after hearing his words, she became somewhat hesitant.
To be honest, Xie Jingrun did save her several times.
The first time, he was passively rescued, but today, he took the initiative.
If he hadn't appeared in time at Wangchun Tower today, she certainly wouldn't be standing here right now.
Thinking of this, her attitude softened, and she said seriously, "I haven't forgotten, but there's... uh, a ghost in your yard. I'm too scared to go in. Besides, it's getting late, and I need to avoid suspicion, otherwise it would damage your reputation. Don't you think so?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun frowned slightly, released her hand, and said in a somewhat indifferent tone, "I have nothing to hide, I have nothing to be ashamed of."
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