Chapter 2: Sir, do you want to keep a concubine?
Jiang Yueyao stood in the yard.
He put his hands on his hips, stared at the sky, and felt extremely depressed.
"You're playing with me, letting me live and then letting me die quickly. If you keep doing this, you might as well let me die sooner..."
"Boom" a burst of thunder came from the sky.
Jiang Yueyao was so scared that the little coward immediately squatted on the ground with her hands covering her head.
"I was wrong, I was wrong. I will be willing to serve you like a slave, even if it means death..."
Sulan came out of the house holding her coat.
Then he saw his young lady squatting on the ground talking nonsense.
She hurried over and put her coat on her shoulders with a worried look on her face.
"You must have been beset by some foul creature. I will go to Yuhua Temple tomorrow and ask for a peace amulet for you."
Jiang Yueyao hugged her tightly.
His head shook like a rattle.
"No, no, don't go anywhere during this time. Just stay at home."
The man in black must have arrived in Su City long ago.
Maybe he is hiding somewhere right now, just waiting for an opportunity to kill both of them.
Although God only gave her one day, since she was given a second chance to live, things must have turned around...
Just then, there was a knock on the backyard door.
"Boss Jiang?"
Jiang Yueyao was stunned for a moment, then remembered something.
Her inn has been booked by a rich young man these days, and now there is no one else in the inn except them.
But what should she do in the middle of the night?
She let go of Sulan and walked over to open the gate.
Outside the courtyard gate, there stood a guard in black. Jiang Yueyao's heart trembled when she suddenly saw him.
She now has a psychological trauma towards the man in black, and always feels that he is here to kill her.
The other party was very polite.
"My young master hasn't had dinner yet and is very hungry. I wonder if there is anything to eat at the inn?"
Jiang Yueyao subconsciously turned around to look at Sulan.
Su Lan came over and fixed her hair with a hairpin while saying, "There's some warm chicken soup in the kitchen. If you don't mind, I'll make him a bowl of chicken noodle soup."
"Thank you so much." The other party pretended to take out money.
But Sulan stopped him.
"It's just a bowl of noodles, no need to thank me." She turned back to look at Jiang Yueyao, "It's still early in the morning, Miss, go back to sleep."
Jiang Yueyao ignored her.
Her gaze fell on the inn lobby.
There was only one night light on in the hall, making it a little dim, but it could clearly illuminate the men in black hiding everywhere.
Her heart trembled: Who is this rich young man?
I'm just visiting Suzhou for a trip. Is it necessary to bring so many people to provide secret protection?
Moreover, according to her observation, these men in black were much more powerful than the one who killed her.
Jiang Yueyao suddenly had a bold idea.
She immediately turned around and went into her room.
When she came out again, she had changed her clothes.
Su Lan finished cooking the noodles and was about to serve them when she looked up and saw Jiang Yueyao. She was so scared that her hands trembled: "What happened to your face? Did someone hit you?"
“…”
What look?
She just dressed up and put on some rouge.
Not wanting to explain to her, Jiang Yueyao took the tray from her hand and walked upstairs with it.
The rich young man lived in the top-level room on the second floor.
As Jiang Yueyao walked over, she was stopped by someone.
Qingshu smiled and stretched out his hand: "Please, Boss Jiang, just give it to me."
He took the tray from Jiang Yueyao and turned to go into the house, but he heard the girl behind him boldly ask: "Can I meet your master?"
Qingshu turned around.
The smile on his face faded a little.
"Boss Jiang wants to see my son?"
Jiang Yueyao stepped forward, stuffed a few pieces of silver into his hand, and winked at him: "Excuse me, little brother."
Qingshu took a look at the few pieces of silver that were forced into his pocket and remained silent.
Does he look like someone who needs this little money?
Qingshu casually threw the silver to Jiang Yueyao and turned to go into the house.
The room was lit with floor lamps, illuminating every corner as bright as day.
Qingshu put the tray in his hand on the table, walked around the screen and into the inner room.
He looked at the man sitting at the desk and said respectfully, "Master, the noodles are here."
Lu Sui stood up, dressed in a dark brocade robe, tall and with long legs, he reached the outer room in a few steps.
As soon as I sat down, I heard a crisp voice coming from outside.
"Young man, don't forget to ask the young master if he is willing to see me?"
Lu Sui paused holding the chopsticks.
He turned and looked at Qingshu.
A pair of cold eyes, deep and clueless, made Qingshu's heart skip a beat.
He hurriedly explained, "It's the innkeeper's wife who wants to see you."
Lu Sui didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks and started eating noodles.
The noodles were chewy, the chicken soup was fragrant but not greasy, without the ginger, onion, and garlic that he hated, and there was an egg nestled at the bottom of the bowl.
Lu Sui's brows relaxed as he ate.
He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and then spoke slowly.
"Let her in."
"yes."
Qingshu walked over and opened the door.
Jiang Yueyao came up immediately and said with a smile: "Sir, do you want to see me?"
"Boss Jiang, please come in."
"Thanks for thinking of me."
Jiang Yueyao walked into the room.
Room No. 1 in the inn was decorated by her personally. It is high-end and exquisite, suitable for distinguished guests to stay in.
She often went into this upper room, but for some reason, today she felt like she was entering someone else's territory and suddenly became restrained.
The lights were on in the house.
The floor lamp was lit, as were the tall candles on the high table, and there was a lampshade burning on the table.
Jiang Yueyao, who has always been frugal, suddenly felt pain in her heart.
This is such a waste of lamp oil.
Qingshu, who was standing by, saw her come in and stared at the light in the room, and coughed as a reminder.
Jiang Yueyao came back to her senses and looked up, only to see Lu Sui sitting at the table.
This was the first time she had seen him since he had been staying at the inn for three days.
The day before yesterday, when he checked in, she happened to go to the Flower Festival. Sulan was in the store at that time, so she didn't see him in person.
In the past few days, he booked the inn and was specifically told not to come forward unless necessary.
Therefore, she and Sulan stayed in the backyard.
There is a back door in the backyard, which makes it convenient to go in and out.
Jiang Yueyao had always thought that this rich young man was like the other rich young men she saw in Sucheng every day, with an air of wealth and extravagance. If he was good-looking, he would be fair, handsome, and suave; if he was ugly, he would be fat as a ball, dressed in extravagant clothes...
So when he saw Lu Sui's stunningly handsome face, he was stunned.
How can this be called a young master?
This is clearly the Nine Heavens God descending to earth.
Cold facial features, deep eyebrows, a tall and prominent nose bridge, those thin, slightly pursed lips, and the noble temperament that cannot be concealed even when sitting.
Everything about this man, including the indifferent look he gave her... all caught Jiang Yueyao's aesthetic taste.
She fell to her knees in front of him.
Qingshu was so frightened that he reached out to pull her: "Boss Jiang, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yueyao ignored him.
She grabbed the corner of Lu Sui's clothes and looked up.
"Sir, are you keeping a concubine? The kind that doesn't cry or make a fuss and can be sent away with just one ounce of silver."
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