“Ah, grinding ink? No problem, no problem. Let’s go to the study now.” Rong Qingqing was very enthusiastic.
As long as Xie Jingrun is willing to take her back, it's just a small matter, isn't it? It's very simple!
Xie Jingrun glanced at her and walked outside.
"Xie Jingrun, wait for me!"
In a moment of panic, Rong Qingqing called his name again, and seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly chased after him.
Xie Jingrun stopped and glanced at her as she called out.
Rong Qingqing didn't notice; because she was running too fast, she couldn't dodge in time and bumped into his back.
"Thump!"
"Hehe!" Xie Jingrun chuckled and flicked her head. "Idiot, can't you even watch where you're going?"
Rong Qingqing thought she had misheard. She rubbed her forehead and, seeing the smile on the man's lips fading, cautiously asked, "Xie Jingrun, are you possessed by a ghost?"
Xie Jingrun's smile froze, and he narrowed his eyes, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Seeing his reaction, Rong Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems there isn't one. Of course, you're so fierce, even ghosts would be afraid of you, how could they dare to possess you?"
Xie Jingrun sneered, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you into the yard."
Sure enough, Rong Qingqing was startled when she heard this, and quickly grabbed his arm tightly, "No, no, no, I was wrong, okay?"
Xie Jingrun glanced at her hand reaching up to him, paused, and felt a little uncomfortable, but ultimately did not push her away.
He walked out in silence.
Rong Qingqing quickly followed in his footsteps. The courtyard was pitch black, and she didn't dare to look around for long.
Xie Jingrun observed her every move.
It seems this woman is terrified of ghosts.
Upon entering the study, Xie Jingrun saw that she was still clinging to his arm and had to speak up, "Aren't you going to let go?"
Rong Qingqing then realized that she had been clinging to his arm for so long, and as if she were holding a hot potato, she let go with a "whoosh".
Xie Jingrun glanced at her indifferently and sat down behind the desk.
Just as Rong Qingqing was about to find a chair to sit down, she heard his commanding voice, "Grind the ink."
She had no choice but to walk over, take out the grinding stick from the ink box, and start grinding ink in the inkstone.
Xie Jingrun really did have official documents to process, and after opening them, he ignored her.
Seeing his focused and serious expression, Rong Qingqing didn't disturb him any further.
After a long time, seeing that he still showed no signs of finishing, she couldn't help but ask, "Xie Jingrun, how long are you going to take?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun glanced at her and said, "Wait a little longer." He paused, then added, "If you can't wait, you can leave by yourself."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing was speechless.
She didn't dare to leave earlier, and now that it's even later and the night is quiet, she's even less likely to walk back alone.
She should have brought Xiao Tao with her; at least someone would have been there to give her courage.
She yawned and simply dragged a chair over to sit down.
Before long, drowsiness overcame her. She propped her head up on the table, but eventually couldn't hold on any longer and slumped down on the table.
When Xie Jingrun finished processing the last official document, he saw Rong Qingqing lying on the table, already asleep.
He paused in his tidying up, and subconsciously softened his movements.
Turning around, he saw Rong Qingqing resting on his arm, her delicate, rosy face sculpted. He was momentarily stunned. He raised his hand, intending to pinch her cheek, but ultimately gave up.
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