The old butler was sweating profusely with anxiety. How could his young master be so foolish? Was he trying to poach someone else's wife?
It's true... anything can happen in dreams.
Qi Yuanwei was unaware that his old butler had gone to great lengths for him, and all of it was trivial; in the near future, he would almost be beaten into a second-class disabled person by his own father.
Mo Qingcheng walked to the door, glanced back, and said, "Lord Qi, there's no need for such formalities!"
"Pfft!" Qi Yuanwei almost coughed up a mouthful of blood, which nearly pierced his foot. So what if Madam Ruyi is amazing?
Mo Qingcheng smiled, "This lady—seems to be..." of a higher rank than Lord Qi, though she has no real power...
Qi Yuanwei closed his eyes, shook his hand, and followed him in. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Madam Ruyi was the mistress of the county government.
Old Steward Qi almost wore himself out, personally driving away all the maids and servants, including Qi Yuanwei's personal guards.
The servants looked at each other in bewilderment. "Old steward, what are you up to?"
The old butler curled his lip in disgust: "You little brat, get out of here! Get as far away as you can, don't you know the young master... cough cough..." The secret cannot be revealed...
Everyone was furious, but they were helpless.
Mo Qingcheng explained her purpose and handed the pre-written settlement policy terms directly to Qi Yuanwei.
Qi Yuanwei took it, and lines of elegant handwriting immediately caught his eye, clear and refined, refreshing to the eye. Upon closer inspection, it resembled regular script, yet it was not.
Mo Qingcheng leisurely sipped her tea and ate her snacks, remaining silent. The old butler's gaze lingered on Shangguan Yichen's face for a moment before he quickly looked away.
Young Master Shangguan's eyes are dangerous; I dare not look directly at him... Waaah... Do you think it's easy for this butler to make a living?
Shangguan Yichen's cold eyes swept over Old Steward Qi's face before staring directly at Qi Yuanwei.
Qi Yuanwei lowered his eyes and continued to read the terms written by Mo Qingcheng. He couldn't help but gasp. Lady Mo is awesome.
"Lord Qi, how is it?" Mo Qingcheng asked after Qi Yuanwei placed the materials on the table.
"allow!"
"Thank you, sir!"
What benefits does this county offer?
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
Mo Qingcheng choked on her tea, her face turning red. The old butler choked on a mouthful of blood and nearly died.
"As you wish..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Qi Yuanwei with a half-smile.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you!" Qi Yuanwei said calmly as he got up to get the stamp.
Shangguan Yichen narrowed his eyes, inwardly filled with disdain. He had thought the man was aloof, but he had been too optimistic...
Mo Qingcheng leisurely sipped her tea and ate pastries: "Old steward, your pastries taste great, even better than the new products from Zuixianlou."
"That's right, Madam Ruyi, you may not know this, but my young master has a cold exterior but a kind heart. The pastry chef's husband died, and she was left with this child. I felt sorry for her, so my young master bought her..."
The old butler chattered on and on about family matters, and when Qi Yuanwei returned, the old butler revealed almost all of his long-hidden quirks.
Mo Qingcheng chuckled, awkwardly touched her nose, and thanked him, "Does Lord Qi have any sales connections in the capital?"
“Oh, Madam, you’ve come to the right place. Our Qi family is based in the capital…” The old butler had already learned to answer quickly, and he was about to ramble on about the family’s wealth when Qi Yuanwei gave him a cold glance.
The old butler lowered his head, realizing he had overstepped his bounds; he'd better let the young master do it.
Qi Yuanwei nodded: "Mm."
"How about we sign a contract? 30/70 split." Mo Qingcheng's eyes darted around: "I'll take 70, you take 30."
What is it?
"Keep it a secret!"
"..." Qi Yuanwei's question came up empty.
"Come, come, Lord Qi, sign and put your fingerprint on it..." Mo Qingcheng smiled and took out a contract, handing it to Qi Yuanwei, and also handed him a pen.
Qi Yuanwei: "..."
Is this asking me to sell myself, or to sell myself?
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