Xie Jingrun pursed his lips and said unhappily, "I heard you sealed up the windows in the house?"
Rong Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "How did you know?"
"Hmph, are you afraid I'll find out?" Xie Jingrun retorted.
"No, why would I be afraid of you knowing?" Rong Qingqing felt a little guilty, but she tried to appear calm.
"Why seal the windows?" Xie Jingrun asked.
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing gave him a somewhat complicated look.
Doesn't he have any idea why she sealed the windows?
"To prevent thieves from sneaking into my house in the middle of the night," she said meaningfully.
Changlin and Xiaotao had already walked quite far away, but they still overheard their conversation.
Hearing Rong Qingqing's words, I immediately felt a chill for her.
The thief she was referring to was clearly the Marquis.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her indifferently, "If you're a thief, do you think a mere window can stop you?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing's heart trembled. Did he mean that even if she sealed the windows, she couldn't stop him?
She took a deep breath. At worst, she could just sleep in a different room that night.
"That's true." She nodded, not refuting him, and took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention to forcefully pull her hand back. "I won't disturb the Marquis's work any longer." After saying that, before Xie Jingrun could react, she grabbed Xiao Tao and ran off in a flash.
Changlin stared at the top of his feet, barely daring to breathe.
"Restore the windows in her room," Xie Jingrun said gloomily before heading to his study.
Changlin wiped his sweat and resignedly walked towards Qinfang Garden.
Rong Mansion.
Rong Qingqing hasn't come for quite some time.
Upon seeing her arrive, the servants no longer looked down on her as before; instead, they came forward to greet her and bow.
She knew that this was all due to the reorganization by Madam Rong.
She didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to Madam Rong's Deshou Hall.
But as soon as she stepped inside, she heard Rong Yiyi's cries of pleading.
“Grandmother, my mother is old and frail. She won’t be able to survive without the Rong family. Please have mercy and don’t let Father divorce Mother…”
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing knew what had happened.
It seems that Rong Shiqing has already divorced Chen.
She really came at the worst possible time.
"Young Miss, why are you back?" Hong'er, who was waiting outside, exclaimed in surprise and hurried down the steps to greet her.
Xing'er also saw Rong Qingqing and hurriedly went inside to report, "Madam, the eldest young lady is back."
Madam Rong was overjoyed. "Quickly, let her in."
"Yes." Xing'er smiled and ran out.
Rong Yiyi, kneeling at the feet of Old Madam Rong, had a hint of resentment in her eyes.
That bitch Rong Qingqing, she came back at just the right time. What, did she come back specifically to see her and her mother make a fool of themselves?
Soon, Rong Qingqing walked in.
"Qingqing." Seeing her granddaughter return, Madam Rong stood up excitedly.
"Grandmother." Upon seeing this, Rong Qingqing quickly took a few steps forward to greet her.
Madam Rong grasped her hand, looked her up and down, and then frowned, saying, "You seem to have lost some weight?"
Rong Qingqing laughed and said, "I do want to lose weight, but I can't."
"Nonsense! You're already as thin as a monkey, and you want to lose even more weight?" Old Madam Rong was heartbroken and scolded her sternly.
Rong Qingqing felt a warmth in her heart; Old Madam Rong truly doted on her granddaughter.
Xiao Tao smiled and said, "Madam, Miss knows that you love Xu's sour jujube cake the most, so she made a special detour to buy it for you on her way back." With that, she took out a food box.
"Good, good, good." Madam Rong said three times, holding Rong Qingqing's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
When Rong Yiyi saw this, her resentment deepened.
She was also his granddaughter, but from childhood to adulthood, this old geezer always favored Rong Qingqing, as if she wasn't his granddaughter at all.
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