Mu Xiaocheng took a stroll in the back garden and then prepared to head back.
But then she received a call from Lu Chi.
Young Master Lu must have sobered up, and his spirits were lifted; his tone was as arrogant as ever.
"Mu Xiaocheng, just pretend what happened at noon today never happened. I'm a grown man, even if I was drunk and talking nonsense, I'm still a real man at heart, hahaha... Don't take it to heart."
Mu Xiaocheng "..."
Lu Chi continued, "Don't worry, ever since you cruelly rejected me, I haven't had such strong feelings for you anymore."
"I, Young Master Lu, am a handsome and dashing young man. I'm not that fragile, so don't take what I said too seriously. Just pretend that everything I said before was nonsense. I've figured it out, so please, please don't feel guilty."
Guilt?
Mu Xiaocheng's lips twitched. Why did this person say something so infuriating?
What could she possibly feel guilty about?
She moved her lips slightly and said, "I understand."
Upon hearing her reply, Lu Chi on the other end of the phone quickly asked, "Can we become friends? Like you and Shen Yiming...buddies?"
Mu Xiaocheng frowned, her expression serious: "Lu Chi."
I've always considered you a friend.
Upon hearing her reply, Lu Chi suddenly smiled.
Have you always considered him a friend?
After hanging up the phone, Ge Feng rushed over and asked, "How did it go? What did your sister-in-law say?"
Lu Chi put down his phone and looked up at Ge Feng: "Looks like I was really too naive before."
Ge Feng: "..."
To gain such profound life insights from just a phone call to your sister-in-law is impressive; you've made progress.
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Aunt Zhuang was mainly in charge of the kitchen at Langmingyuan. Because of her good cooking skills, good management, and hard work, everyone at Langmingyuan respected her.
When Mu Xiaocheng passed by the hall, she saw Aunt Zhuang busy helping the deliveryman carry the vegetables into the kitchen.
She couldn't help but recall what the two servants had said in the garden, and Mu Xiaocheng subconsciously looked at Aunt Zhuang's forehead.
Sure enough, her bangs were thick and long, as if she was deliberately covering her forehead.
Some purplish marks were still visible on his forehead.
Damn it, these days, there are actually people committing domestic violence.
"Madam, are you hungry?"
When Aunt Zhuang saw Mu Xiaocheng, she called out loudly.
Mu Xiaocheng approached her, not wanting to ask directly in front of the other servants.
Her eyes flickered, and she asked tactfully, "Sister Zhuang, how's your family doing lately? I mean, you've probably spoiled my palate, so I'll have to rely on you for the meals from now on."
Aunt Zhuang looked away slightly after hearing Mu Xiaocheng's words, but still smiled and said, "No, it's nothing. If you like my cooking, Madam, I'll cook for you every day from now on."
She wasn't a cook; she was just a kitchen helper.
Since the lady approves of her cooking, she will naturally do her best.
As for her family matters...
Aunt Zhuang lowered her head, tears glistening in her eyes.
Seeing that she was avoiding the question and didn't want to talk about it, Mu Xiaocheng didn't ask any further.
After all, this is Zhuang's family matter; if she doesn't want to talk about it, she has no reason to force her.
I need to find some time to meet her husband and ask him properly.
"Okay, you go ahead with your work. I'll go upstairs now."
Mu Xiaocheng pointed upstairs, turned around and left, but then heard the respectful voices of the servants at the door.
"gentlemen."
Mu Xiaocheng paused. Was Ji Huaishen back?
That tattoo...
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