Hua Qin left, but Jing Zhe didn't sit idle either.
Before long, a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea was ready.
"Sixth Sister, drink it while it's hot!"
"..."
Zhou Ziqiong's face turned even redder. As a woman, she naturally understood the effects of brown sugar ginger tea better than Jing Zhe. The fact that Jing Zhe was making her drink it at this time meant that he definitely knew what was wrong with her.
No wonder he said he understood women earlier; indeed, he understands women too well!
Zhou Ziqiong clenched her fist. Although she felt there was nothing embarrassing about him knowing about this, her heart immediately jumped when she thought of something else.
"You saw everything just now?"
"No!"
Jing Zhe quickly waved his hand in denial.
"Do you know what I asked you? Just say no?"
Zhou Ziqiong stared at him, her eyes shining.
"Forehead…"
Jing Zhe was taken aback and immediately said, "No matter what Sixth Sister asked, I didn't see anything! Because Sixth Sister told me to turn around, so naturally I couldn't see anything!"
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
"Then what's the deal with this bowl of brown sugar ginger tea?"
"This one..."
Jing Zhe thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "It's so cold today. I saw that Sixth Sister was only wearing such a thin dress and had been outside for half a day. She must be cold, so I made her a bowl of tea. Wouldn't it be good for her to drink it and warm herself up?"
Zhou Ziqiong narrowed her eyes: "You just said it yourself, you know so much about women, don't tell me you don't know what brown sugar ginger tea is for!"
"..."
Jing Zhe was stunned for a moment, and finally could only admit with a wry smile: "Sixth Sister guessed right, I do know that women experience severe abdominal pain during their periods. Drinking this brown sugar ginger tea can not only dispel cold but also promote blood circulation and keep you warm..."
"So, you still saw it?"
Zhou Ziqiong took a step forward. Although there was still a hint of shyness in her eyes, her clenched fists and the words squeezed out from between her teeth made Jing Zhe truly feel his anger.
This is a life-or-death question!
Jing Zhe smiled cautiously and asked, "What did you see? Why are you talking so strangely, Sixth Sister? I turned around, so how would I know what you're talking about?"
"You really didn't see anything? Then why did you make me brown sugar ginger tea? How did you know I had...my period?"
Zhou Ziqiong frowned, somewhat puzzled.
"Oh, this? It's Huaqin! During the ribbon-cutting ceremony today, I kept seeing Sixth Sister frowning. I wondered if she was feeling unwell. I happened to run into Huaqin outside just now, so I asked her and found out that Sixth Sister had her period and was having cramps, so I asked her to bring me a pot of hot water!"
"real?"
"This time it's definitely for real."
"Was that a fake?"
"..."
Jing Zhe decided to remain silent; it would be safer that way.
Zhou Ziqiong believed Jing Zhe's words at this moment and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he hadn't seen that embarrassing scene just now, everything would be fine.
"At least you're honest!"
Hearing Zhou Ziqiong say this, Jing Zhe felt as if he had been granted a pardon, knowing that he had finally made it through. He quickly said, "Alright, Sixth Sister, quickly drink this bowl of brown sugar ginger tea while it's hot! It won't work if it gets cold. Also, Sixth Sister, it's so cold today, and you're on your period. Why are you wearing such a thin skirt out?"
Then came another round of scolding, but Zhou Ziqiong didn't argue back. Suddenly, she felt that it was nice to have someone lecturing her.
While Zhou Ziqiong was drinking ginger tea, Jing Zhe was deep in thought. When he saw the little red spots on Zhou Ziqiong's buttocks, an idea popped into his head. The next step was to discuss it with Zhou Ziqiong and then put it into practice.
The only thing to worry about is whether the plan will succeed. He can't guarantee it and needs to discuss it with Zhou Ziqiong to see if it's feasible.
However, Jing Zhe felt that now was not the time to discuss this, because he had a feeling that if he spoke up, Zhou Ziqiong might want to tear him apart...
...
Just as Jing Zhe was struggling with whether to speak and how to speak, suddenly, a commotion came from outside, along with Hua Qin's crying. Judging from the sound, it should be coming from the entrance of the cloth shop.
Jing Zhe and Zhou Ziqiong exchanged a glance and then turned and walked away.
Back inside the Zhou family's cloth shop, the main gate facing the street was closed. Huaqin was standing against the doorway, tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving, her face flushed, and her eyes filled with anger.
Upon seeing Zhou Ziqiong enter, Huaqin could no longer hold on and collapsed against the doorway.
There were no outsiders inside the fabric shop. All that could be seen were shop assistants wearing the shop's uniform, and some of their faces were unfamiliar to Jing Zhe, as he hadn't seen them before when he was in the shop.
These shop assistants were not only burly and strong, but they also had fierce and menacing expressions on their faces. If I'm not mistaken, they must be the ones causing trouble.
At this time, the Zhou family's cloth workshop was in a very troubled period, with many internal and external troubles. They had just dealt with the external troubles, and less than half an hour later, the internal troubles began.
Upon seeing Zhou Ziqiong, one of the menacing-looking shop assistants, a middle-aged man around forty years old with shrewd eyes, stepped forward: "Miss, we have to have a serious talk with you today!"
"Yes, let's talk about it properly!"
Behind him, five or six young men in the same uniform immediately echoed his sentiments.
Zhou Ziqiong nodded and said, "Uncle Song, you're a veteran of our cloth shop. If there's anything you need, just come to my house and talk to me. Bringing these people to the shop to cause trouble isn't a good idea, is it?"
"Look at what you've done! Our cloth shop will have to close down now, otherwise we'll become a laughingstock, won't we? If we close, how will we continue doing business? You know, business is already tough these days. If we close in broad daylight, what will the people of Ruzhou think of us? They'll think our Zhou Family Cloth Shop is going out of business. It'll have a terrible impact!"
As she finished speaking, Zhou Ziqiong's expression turned serious.
"Heh, fine, don't do it then! It's not like the Zhou family's cloth shop can do a lot of business just because it's open!"
Uncle Song snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, showing no fear despite Zhou Ziqiong's anger.
Uncle Song's real name is Song Dalu. He was already in the shop when Zhou Gui founded the Zhou Family Cloth Shop, so he can indeed be considered an old man.
Later, Zhou's cloth shop grew bigger and bigger, and it didn't just have this one shop in Ruzhou City. It opened a branch at the west end of the city and another at the north end of the city, called West Shop and North Shop respectively. Song Dalu is now the manager of the West Shop at the west end of the city.
The men behind him were naturally the shop assistants from the West Workshop. Their presence at the Zhou Family Cloth Workshop's main store clearly indicated ill intent.
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