Chapter 25 I got my bath money back, but she’s a servant…
The money was recovered, but the fact that she was the daughter of a servant was immediately spread out in retaliation.
After finishing the last exam, Lin Xicai went home from school and arrived home at the same time as Fu Xuefan. As soon as she walked into the garden, she ran into Fu Xuefan holding Sara's hand with a gloomy face.
As if he was waiting for her deliberately, he immediately put on an accusatory look when he saw her. "You told everyone that you are the daughter of my servant?"
Fu Xuefan was not in a good mood. She was annoyed the whole afternoon because everyone was gossiping with her about this matter.
Wasn't this what she cared about most before? Why did she suddenly go crazy and do this? Fu Xuefan was puzzled and felt inexplicably irritated. "I'm talking to you!"
"As the daughter of your servant hasn't committed any crime, why can't you tell her?"
"You..." Fu Xuefan said displeasedly, "Don't you care about your reputation the most?"
"I'm tired and too lazy to pretend." Lin Xicai said in a flat tone.
After Lin Xicai said this, she walked around her and went straight into the staff dormitory building.
Fu Xuefan stared at her back, feeling annoyed at being ignored, but more importantly, a feeling of almost losing control over this person.
In the past, Zhong Fei was pretentious, a green tea type, and full of ulterior motives. She was always infuriated by her, but she knew her well and could guess what she was about to do. But now, she had become erratic and unpredictable, even losing interest in her and not even bothering to fight back.
She always had a nonchalant expression, and no matter what she did or said, she would smile at her perfunctorily, as if... as if she was perfunctorily giving a perfunctory smile to a unreasonable child.
Why does she have the right?
The dog leash in her hand tightened, and Sara dragged her towards Zhong Fei with a big mouth. Fu Xuefan was angry and pulled the dog back angrily, "Come back here, who is your master?"
After Fu Xuefan had a tantrum with the dog in the garden, she couldn't help but run to her brother to complain. Fu Yanxiu didn't really like listening to this chattering sister, and was about to drive her out with a cold face, but when he heard Zhong Fei's name, he paused.
Fu Xuefan said that Zhong Fei admitted her identity in public.
This not only surprised Fu Xuefan, but also he himself.
He knew best how vain this person was. She would never have been so open in the past.
Can a person really change his/her gender so completely?
And that distinctly different handwriting...
If it's not a complete transformation, then it's a more advanced disguise.
But, can anyone really disguise themselves to this extent?
Fu Yanxiu suddenly felt a little annoyed.
Because he realized later that he seemed to have paid too much attention to her recently - whether this attention was due to doubt, curiosity or exploration, it should not be done.
He clearly hated her so much, so he shouldn't have even laid eyes on her.
After finding an excuse to send Fu Xuefan away, Fu Yanxiu returned to his study, sat down at the desk, picked up the book he had just read halfway, but could not read a single word.
After a moment of silence, Fu Yanxiu turned on the computer and clicked on a video in a folder.
The video opened, and he watched the man on the screen sneak into his room, and watched the man sprinkle the powder into his red wine glass in a panic, and the familiar feeling of disgust came back to him.
This familiar feeling of disgust comforted him.
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In recent days, Lin Xicai has been the one washing the dishes after dinner.
At first, Zhong Ping firmly disagreed. Lin Xicai used the excuse that she was under a lot of pressure from studying recently and that washing dishes could relieve stress. After much persuasion, she finally got the job.
The result of doing this was that the leftovers from the evening meal did not have to be thrown away. She quietly sorted them out and brought them into the space as dinner for that person.
The space was stocked with plenty of bread, water, instant noodles, and the like. She didn't bother taking care of his breakfast and lunch, but considering basic nutrition, she started delivering dinner to him every day.
Li Ci's emotions seemed to have calmed down. She gave him food and he ate it. The two of them did not communicate much.
That day, Lin Xicai put down the lunch box and was about to leave when Li Ci suddenly spoke.
He was very calm. His voice had improved a lot, but was still a little hoarse. “I want to take a shower.”
Lin Xicai turned around and glanced towards the bathroom: "If I remember correctly, you didn't seem to smash the bathroom last time."
Li Ci stared at her, and for the first time, those arrogant and hypocritical eyes showed some signs of seeking peace: "I need some clothes."
He was sitting on the bed, with several buttons of his shirt missing and the collar a little open, exposing a large area of his white skin to the air, with the red and purple scratches on it particularly obvious.
The shirt was wrinkled beyond recognition, stained with blood and dirt, and looked disheveled and miserable.
Lin Xicai stared at him for a while, frowned, and went out.
She hadn't changed her clothes for more than ten days, so it's no wonder she smelled as soon as she went in.
Lin Xicai was disgusted by his dirty appearance, but suddenly having to prepare clean clothes for him undoubtedly posed a problem for her.
Buying men's clothes rashly was not only expensive but also attracted a lot of attention. Lin Xicai returned to her room and rummaged through the drawers, trying to find some in the previous owner's wardrobe. But after searching for a long time, she found that even without considering the style, she didn't have a single piece of men's clothing in her room.
Lin Xicai was upset about this matter for two days. The next day, when she came back from school and just entered the staff dormitory building, she ran into the aunt who was in charge of Fu Yanxiu's daily life. After saying goodbye, Lin Xicai was about to leave. She caught a glimpse of the two bags in her hands and her eyes flashed.
"Aunt Qian, where are you going?" She pointed at the two bags. "What are these?"
"You're talking about this," Aunt Qian smiled and replied, "These are some of the young master's old clothes that he asked me to throw away."
Lin Xicai smiled faintly and stared at the two bags. "They look quite heavy. How about you give them to me, Auntie? I'll take care of them later."
"No, no, no need to trouble you, Feifei, just take a rest..."
"It's not a big deal, Auntie. I'm just going downstairs in a minute," Lin Xicai said with a smile, "It's just something that comes handy."
Hearing her say this, Aunt Qian no longer insisted and handed her the two bags of clothes. After thanking her repeatedly and giving her some instructions, she went back to her room.
Lin Xicai naturally didn't throw them away, and carried the two bags back to the room.
That night, Lin Xicai threw all the clothes to Li Ci. Li Ci took them, flipped through them, and his face changed: "You want me to wear someone else's old clothes?"
Lin Xicai was indifferent to his anger, even a little puzzled: "What do you mean? I still have to buy you high-end clothes?"
Li Ci gritted his teeth, wanting to get angry but not daring to: "I don't want to wear other people's clothes."
"Don't want to?" Lin Xicai almost laughed, her eyes fixed on him, and she said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to not want to?"
Lin Xicai was already half a monster in Li Ci's heart. He didn't want to anger her, and even softened his tone out of humiliation: "I find other people's clothes dirty. If it's because you don't have money, I can give you my bank card and you can go and withdraw..."
"Use your bank card to withdraw money?" Lin Xicai moved closer and said sarcastically, "Li Ci, are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?"
"Do you want to die?" Li Ci surrendered for only three seconds before he raised his hand and swept the bag of clothes to the floor. The clothes inside were immediately scattered everywhere.
The two of them looked at the same item of clothing. Lin Xicai was stunned for a moment, but she didn't show much expression. Li Ci was almost furious. "Even underwear... You actually made me wear someone else's leftover underwear, aren't you disgusting?"
"Do you think I let you stay here so that you can be a young master somewhere else?" Lin Xicai looked away and her eyes fell on his face. "His things, even if they are garbage, are washed before being thrown away, and..."
She paused. "Even if it's not cleaned and there's something on it, so what? You won't get pregnant."
"You...what did you say? Say it again!" Li Ci's face turned pale and his eyes were red as he was about to pounce on her, but he didn't even touch the corner of her clothes. She disappeared in front of him and appeared not far behind him, like a ghost that did whatever it wanted.
Her voice sounded from behind him, her tone leisurely and cold, "You can choose to continue wearing your rotten clothes, or these old clothes, it's up to you."
Li Ci looked back at her, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes, but before those emotions could solidify, they quickly faded away...
Yes, how could he not recognize his own situation?
She was a monster. She could disappear and reappear at will. He couldn't even get close to her.
Everything about him was under her control. She could even decide his life or death. He didn't have a single bargaining chip...
But! Li Ci suddenly felt a strong hatred. But it had been so long, and none of those damn servants had noticed he was missing! What were those people doing? Couldn't they even find out this?
Why hasn't anyone come to find him yet? Go to hell, they all deserve to die. When he gets out, when he gets out, he'll take care of them all one by one...
......
After Lin Xicai came out of the space, she took a shower. After the shower, she randomly grabbed a nightgown and put it on. She dried her hair half dry and went to the drawer in the living room to get a hair dryer.
Lin Xicai opened the bedroom door and walked out, all wet. When she looked up, her pupils trembled and she frowned: "Why are you here?"
Fu Yanxiu stood in the middle of the living room. Hearing this, he looked up at Lin Xicai. Lin Xicai was wearing a white satin vest dress. Her skin had just been soaked in water, and it was rosy and radiant. Her whole body was damp, and her hair was still dripping with water. The water droplets slid down her hair, across her cheeks, and then dripped from her chin to her collarbone, sliding down along her collarbone...
Fu Yanxiu was stunned, and looked away in an instant. His throat was blocked and he forgot what to say for a moment.
The aura that had been inflated and ready to call for punishment disappeared in an instant like a popped balloon, and the face that was usually calm and composed showed a rare strange look of helplessness.
Lin Xicai frowned, glanced at him lightly, turned back to the room, calmly put on a coat, and walked out.
Fu Yanxiu stood with his back to her. Lin Xicai pursed her lips and went straight to the point: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Fu Yanxiu paused, then looked back over. His expression returned to normal, and his tone was deliberately cold: "Where did you put my clothes?"
Lin Xicai did not expect that he came for this matter, but she was not very surprised. Perhaps Aunt Qian mentioned it inadvertently and he heard it.
"Isn't that the clothes you want to throw away?" Lin Xicai said.
"You also know that those are the clothes I want to throw away," Fu Yanxiu said coldly, "so I think it should be in the trash can, not in your hands."
"How do you know it's in my hand and not in the trash can?" Lin Xicai said calmly, "Aunt Qian asked me to help throw it away, and I've already thrown it away."
"Which trash can did you throw it in?" Fu Yanxiu stared at her, his tone filled with familiar sarcasm. "I think the people who come to clean up the garbage haven't arrived yet. It's a good opportunity for you to come with me. There's a piece of clothing in there that I suddenly don't want to throw away. I want to pick it up."
The huge living room was quiet and silent.
The two people looked at each other in silence, confronting each other silently.
Lin Xicai's hair was wet and still dripping, one drop, two drops. She moved closer and walked towards the man with a damp body.
"You guessed right," Lin Xicai stared into his eyes, "In fact, I didn't throw it into the trash can at all. It's all here with me."
Fu Yanxiu frowned and took a half step back.
Lin Xicai continued to move closer, "Your old clothes have your scent and your breath on them. How can I bear to throw them in the trash?"
Fu Yanxiu's body stiffened, as if burned by the moisture she brought, and he continued to retreat.
Lin Xicai smiled softly and took another half step closer, saying something ambiguous, "Why, since I can't have you, you won't even give me your old clothes?"
Fu Yanxiu had nowhere to retreat, and his lower back hit a coffee table, knocking over the celadon teacup behind him.
He had clearly come here to call for an explanation, but from some point on, the situation took a turn for the worse and she had taken the initiative.
He stared at her, lowering his eyes to look into those moist eyes. She admitted her wolfish ambitions towards him, and she admitted everything he had expected.
Her words became more and more blunt and straightforward, but her eyes were clear and without any emotion.
before……
She had never dared to say such words before, but her eyes were filled with that kind of sticky obsession. But the person in front of him said such explicit words, and he looked through his eyes but could not find any obsession.
There was no sincerity in those love words, only dense humiliation and sarcasm.
Rather than saying sweet words to him, it would be more accurate to say that she was humiliating him in this way.
Lin Xicai took in his expression, seeming a little puzzled. "Are you unhappy? Didn't you come here just to make me admit my dirty thoughts about you? Now that I've admitted it, why do you look like this?"
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