Seeing all this, Qingti's face showed a trace of barely perceptible nervousness. She hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Let me feed you..." She tried to ease the awkward atmosphere brought about by the scene, but it was obviously counterproductive.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
Wen Zhu's hands began to tremble violently, and the porcelain bowl in his hand accidentally slipped from his fingertips. The hot porridge in the bowl sprinkled downwards like a drizzle, and most of it just fell on Qingti's unsuspecting hand.
The severe pain made Qing scream out loudly.
Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the bowl fell to the ground and was shattered into pieces.
"What are you doing? Don't you know how to serve others? Look, it's all over my clothes!"
Wen Zhu immediately launched a fierce attack and accusations, his words full of gunpowder.
She waved her arms to indicate the wet parts of her body, as if to show Qingti how unfairly she was being treated.
"You made a mistake yourself, how can you blame me? My hands were burned red."
Faced with the sudden accusation, Qingti did not choose to endure it silently, but tried to defend himself, with a bit of pain and helplessness in his voice.
At this moment, she gently stroked the red, hot and injured area with her left hand, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.
"Are you feeling wronged after just a few words? Luckily, it didn't splash on me! I'm pregnant now, what if I got burned? Can you bear the responsibility?"
Wen Zhu shouted sternly, his tone harsh enough to make people shudder.
She held her bulging belly tightly, as carefully as if she were protecting a priceless treasure.
Qingti blew on the palm that was burned painfully, and responded with a forced smile: "I just wanted to help you eat more comfortably, I didn't do it on purpose..." Her expression revealed infinite grievance and a little pleading.
"Get out! I'm annoyed by the sight of you!"
Wen Zhu's cold words hit Qingti like a heavy punch in the heart. He then turned his head away, unwilling to look at his former friend again.
After hearing the order, Qingti could only silently take out his handkerchief and gently wipe the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes, and walked towards the door slowly and heavily.
When Qingti's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Wen Zhu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This tone was an expression of exhaustion from what had just happened, as well as worry about the various troubles that might come in the future.
I wonder if there are still Zhao Manxiang’s spies hiding in Qingshan Courtyard?
Such thoughts were like a heavy stone pressing on her heart, making her even more worried.
On the surface, it seemed that she had a falling out with Qingti and made Qingti suffer a little, but at least it made Zhao Manxiang think that Qingti had tried his best, and the other party was just suspicious and unwilling to eat.
Although Qingti failed to complete the task successfully this time, the loyalty she showed should prevent Zhao Manxiang from punishing her too harshly.
After all, Zhao Manxiang is a smart person and she can tell Qingti's attitude.
If anyone gets angry about this, she should bear it herself.
After all, she was pregnant, so Zhao Manxiang was bound to be cautious about her no matter what.
"Sort these out."
Wen Zhu said to Hongyu with some tiredness.
She felt a little overwhelmed by the fatigue from the recent period, so she changed into loose clothes, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and rested.
When Qingti returned to Qifangyuan, her eyes were already wet and she saluted Zhao Manxiang with red eyes.
Obviously, the scene that just happened brought her a lot of pressure.
"What happened? She wouldn't drink the tea?"
Zhao Manxiang asked with a frown, her eyes full of dissatisfaction and confusion.
She wondered what went wrong. She had done it very secretly, so how could this happen?
"The bowl fell and the food spilled."
Qingti whispered, stirring with his fingers.
She knew that Zhao Manxiang might doubt her ability even more next time, but there was nothing she could do because the facts were before her.
At this time, Zhao Manxiang noticed a red mark on the back of Qingti's hand, obviously injured by something.
"Oh my, this is clearly a prank! Did she do this on purpose? I prepared a meal for her with good intentions, and she actually suspected I had ulterior motives?"
Zhao Manxiang slammed the table in anger, her tone full of confusion and anger.
Qingti had no choice but to lower his head, not daring to look directly into Zhao Manxiang's eyes, for fear that any small movement of his might anger this young lady who was already difficult to deal with.
"So what did she say?"
After a while, Zhao Manxiang asked again. Although her tone was still cold and hard, it was slightly softer than before.
She wanted more details to determine what the situation was.
"The young mistress said she had no appetite right now and suggested trying it later. But I rushed her to drink it, and she got upset."
Qingti explained in a low voice, "Later, after I repeatedly requested her, she finally picked up the bowl and tried it. But just then, when I wanted to help her, the bowl accidentally fell."
When he spoke the last few words, his voice became even lower.
"It was obviously intentional, absolutely deliberate!"
Zhao Manxiang pressed her temples and sighed deeply. The doubts in her heart did not decrease but increased instead.
She understood that this matter was not just a small misunderstanding. There must be deeper reasons behind it, and careful analysis was needed to find the answer.
"Young Madam, the mistress invites you over."
Qingmei's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
This sudden news interrupted the tense and depressing atmosphere in the room.
Zhao Manxiang glanced at Qingti and said, "You're so incompetent! You can't even handle such a small matter, and you're still hanging your head here? Get out of here!"
After saying this, her brows furrowed even deeper, and she seemed extremely dissatisfied with Qingti.
Qingti immediately left the room.
She was feeling very down, but she knew now was not the time to feel sad.
Walking to the well in the yard, she drew a basin of cool well water and slowly put her painful hand into the water.
The cool feeling made her temporarily forget the scolding and physical pain she had just received. She silently said to herself: Fortunately, there is no greater danger.
After a while, Fu Yu seemed to be swept up by an invisible storm and rushed into the hall of Qingshan Courtyard almost like flying.
His appearance was like a sudden storm, instantly breaking the peaceful atmosphere here.
Wen Zhu, who was just about to lie down to rest, felt as if a warm little hand was gently touching her skin in her stomach. The sudden touch made her open her eyes suddenly.
She turned her head and found Fu Yu standing beside her, looking at her gently.
"My Lord, I still can't feel any changes."
As he spoke, a faint blush appeared on Wen Zhu's face.
Obviously, she was not used to such closeness, but she was more excited and happy inside.
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