I have committed countless evils in my life, and this immense wealth is what I deserve.
The little lamb is so cute.
So cute it's bursting with cuteness.
"Qingzhou, come, come, roast whole lamb." Jiang Jinghong stood up and pulled him to sit down.
I glanced at the lamb a little longer this morning. And now it's in my mouth? Ye Qingzhou smiled and invited the two butlers to stay.
As soon as Ye Qingzhou sat down, Jiang Jinghong sat close to her on the same side. The seats opposite them were reserved for Uncle Zhao and Butler Gong.
Jiang Jinghong urged everyone to eat: "The lotus root is crisp and fresh today, have a taste."
As she spoke, Jiang Jinghong picked up a large chopstick and placed it in Ye Qingzhou's bowl.
What does this mean? As soon as Butler Gong came in, he saw the dish and it looked very appetizing. In the short time it took him to sit down and look up again, several pieces were gone.
An old tree blossoms, and you're beautiful. An old house catches fire, and you're beyond saving. Single for years, you've finally found a wife, and you're completely lost! Butler Gong glanced at Jiang Jinghong and quickly picked up a few pieces.
Ye Qingzhou had just picked up her chopsticks, ready to take some food.
Jiang Jinghong had already placed the food in Ye Qingzhou's bowl: "The shrimp is ready."
Ye Qingzhou smiled at him, and Jiang Jinghong immediately became incredibly happy. She transformed into someone with three heads and six arms, and in the blink of an eye, the mutton was removed from the bone. She tore it into strips and placed them in the man's bowl: "Here, mutton, eat it with your hands."
"Eat up." Unable to get any mutton, Uncle Zhao took a bite of chicken and felt a sense of déjà vu about the scene before him. After swallowing the chicken, he realized: this Jiang Jinghong is even more of a sycophant than those other workers were when they were getting their wages.
Jiang Jinghong took a small dish from the middle of the table: "This sauce is well-made, dip some in it."
Ye Qingzhou glanced at the two people opposite him.
Uncle Zhao immediately understood: "I won't eat it."
Now that the steward had something on his mind, he remembered something: "Madam, you should still be careful. That man surnamed Yu has been inquiring about your whereabouts these days."
"Okay, I'll be careful. Thank you." Ye Qingzhou finished speaking and put down her chopsticks.
What's wrong? The food isn't to your liking? Jiang Jinghong was thinking this when she saw Ye Qingzhou rubbing his knees and pounding his legs.
Jiang Jinghong wiped his hands and skillfully placed her legs on his own.
"Feeling better now?" Jiang Jinghong smugly poured Ye Qingzhou a glass of wine.
Butler Gong kept his head down and ate his rice. Uncle Zhao, however, noticed the commotion, pursed his lips, and sighed helplessly: "It's garlic, it's garlic."
Ye Qingzhou didn't drink it; instead, he put it down.
What does this mean? Did you not enjoy being served today? Jiang Jinghong wiped her hands again.
"Jinghong, there's something important I want to tell you." Ye Qingzhou smiled, touching her lower abdomen with one hand.
"Hmm? Hmm!" Jiang Jinghong's eyes darted around, and she smiled, "Important, important! We'll talk about it after we finish eating."
"Eat, eat, eat! I've gained weight." Ye Qingzhou put down his chopsticks and said goodbye to the two butlers.
Jiang Jinghong picked up a new handkerchief, caught up with her, wiped her hands, and said, "Not too fat, not too thin, just right... Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's listen to you, let's move around more, won't we be fine?"
How do I move?
Of course, it's about moving around in bed.
That night, until the rooster crowed at midnight, their bed was still creaking and shaking. Ye Qingzhou pushed Jiang Jinghong away and hid by the bedside, only to be hugged from behind by him.
"No more," Ye Qingzhou pleaded softly, "I want to sleep."
She fell asleep after saying just a few words.
Jiang Jinghong held her, patting her gently like he was soothing a child, his eyes fixed on her belly. Soon after, he too drifted off to sleep.
The next day, two constables came to the manor to question the owner, insisting that he come forward, saying that something had happened in the city.
After hearing the steward's words, Jiang Jinghong was about to leave when she turned back and informed Ye Qingzhou.
"About what I told you yesterday," Ye Qingzhou said, pulling him along, about to continue.
Jiang Jinghong kissed her and smiled sweetly, "Wait for me to come back."
"Wait. Here, take this."
What an exquisite purse! The embroidery is superb. Jiang Jinghong accepted the purse, her smile sweeter than honey: "I'll be back soon."
Jiang Jinghong and two constables went to the county government office in the city. There, they met Yu Xi.
Yu Xi lost his father and was arrested. He cried bitterly, which made Jiang Jinghong feel sorry for him, so he paid the money to ransom him.
After leaving the county government office, Yu Xi walked with a limp. Jiang Jinghong couldn't bear to see him like that, so he took him home.
"Uncle was always in good health, how could he suddenly pass away?" Jiang Jinghong asked, looking at the coffin in the hall.
Wearing mourning clothes, Yu's mother spoke first: "That old man, he insisted on eating chicken, duck, fish, and ginseng for nourishment. Where would I get the money? That day, I saw a few chickens by the roadside and brought them home. He was so happy eating them, his mouth was covered in oil, but who knew that that very night... Waaah..."
"Could it be that there's something wrong with that chicken?" Jiang Jinghong asked.
Yu's mother was suddenly stunned.
Yu Xi tugged at her mother's sleeve: "Mom, why didn't you throw away the rest of the chicken? Do you know that Uncle and the others fainted after eating this meat when they came to help? I got arrested because of you!"
"It wasn't me!" Mother Yu pushed her son away desperately, her eyes darting left and right, and shouted, "It was Ye Qingzhou who did it! If she hadn't disappeared, would we be living such a miserable life?"
Jiang Jinghong shook her head upon hearing this: "Auntie, please don't say that again. Ye Qingzhou is already divorced. Didn't Brother Yu marry someone else?"
"She ran away. She ran away with the money." Mother Yu cried again: "She said her family was rich and that she had her eye on my son. She's a liar."
"Mother, stop talking. Don't you think I'm embarrassing enough?" Yu Xi was furious. She picked up her teacup to drink tea, but found it was empty. She had no choice but to slam the cup down on the table. After her anger subsided, she gradually became worried: "Qingzhou, Qingzhou, where are you? I miss you so much."
"You just want her money, don't you?" Jiang Jinghong thought to herself.
"Qingzhou. I miss you so much." Yu Xi murmured a few words, then covered her head as if she had forgotten everyone else.
You'd better not see him again. Jiang Jinghong turned to leave, but Yu's mother opened the door for him.
As soon as the courtyard gate opened, a group of men, women, and children of all ages who were demanding repayment of debts immediately surrounded her. Seeing that she was no match for them, Yu's mother was fortunate that Jiang Jinghong had amazing strength and managed to close the wooden door.
Having no other choice, Madam Yu took out a ladder and had Jiang Jinghong climb over the wall to get out. Jiang Jinghong landed on the ground, and Yu Xi took the opportunity to follow him out.
Seeing that Yu Xi had gone mad, asking everyone he met about Ye Qingzhou's whereabouts, Jiang Jinghong had no choice but to find a way to coax him out of the city. They traveled north for several days before finally finding a place to stay.
That evening, Jiang Jinghong sent a letter. Back at the inn, he opened his room to find Yu Xi still waiting for him to drink.
While drinking and listening to the singing coming from downstairs, Yu Xi started talking: "Brother Jiang, my father told me a secret before he died."
The window was open, and Jiang Jinghong looked at the crescent moon, thinking of Ye Qingzhou, who was as gentle as the moon. The singing downstairs sounded like a familiar dialect, reminding Jiang Jinghong of the unspoken words she had spoken.
Yu Xi hiccuped: "My dad said he was in a coma for half a month, and occasionally he would see that actress and Ye Qingzhou meeting through the curtain. They seemed very familiar with each other. He said I was deceived by Qingzhou. I can deceive her, but how could she deceive me? I am her daughter's biological father!"
After finishing one cup of wine, Yu Xi took another and drank it down as if it were water. Then she told Jiang Jinghong about Ye Qingzhou.
Jiang Jinghong was preoccupied with something and unknowingly drank too much, eventually slumping onto the table.
Yu Xi nudged Jiang Jinghong and called out to him, but he didn't answer.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of opera singing coming from downstairs.
Yu Xi touched his face, then reached into Jiang Jinghong's arms and pulled out a pile of bills and a purse.
"Hmph! Ten years to forge a sword, that sounds nice, but five years is only half a year? You want to take me to make money, and have me endure wind and sun? Bah! The money is here right now! Earning money through hard work is nothing compared to making it easy and quick! I'm smarter than you!" Yu Xi flicked the silver notes and chuckled.
But what if he wakes up?
Then, it's best to keep him from waking up. Yu Xi, intoxicated, steeled her resolve and dragged Jiang Jinghong to the window.
"Go to hell!" Yu Xi pushed him out the window.
Then, he threw down his purse embroidered with mandarin ducks, kissed the banknotes, and shouted, "I have committed many evils in my life, received undeserved rewards, and enjoyed the fruits of others' labor. This is what I deserve."
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