Without saying much, Fu Jingchen put his arm around her shoulder again and leaned his head close to hers.
Just a quarter of an hour later, the dim light from outside shone into the room, and Fu Jingchen's expression tightened slightly.
As usual, he got up from beside Rong Shang, picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on. Then he threw off the covers, got out of bed, and prepared to leave.
The slender figure was reflected in his pupils. Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, and the hand hidden under the quilt reached out to grab his wrist.
Where are you going?
“I…” Fu Jingchen was speechless for a moment.
"Didn't we say we'd face everything together?"
"..." After a few seconds of silence, Fu Jingchen changed his mind, "I'll go to my mother's to pay my respects."
"Really?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes still showing a hint of scrutiny.
She only let go of Fu Jingchen's hand after he nodded.
However, after he left, Rong Shang still narrowed her eyes dangerously.
She found out; he had dreamt of Fu Beiyao.
If we could truly coexist peacefully like we do now, sharing both day and night, that would be wonderful.
But what if we can't?
Fu Jingchen once said that he could know what Fu Beiyao was thinking and what he wanted to do.
In other words, his dream was likely more than just a dream.
*
In the evening, Rong Shang got up to wash up. A maid knocked on the door and said that Mu Qinghai and Mu Zhonghe had arrived.
Tenth Master asked her if she wanted to go over.
Upon hearing the maid call out "Tenth Master," Rong Shang knew that Fu Jingchen's alternate personality had emerged.
The reason for Mu Qinghai's arrival at this time is unknown.
She didn't want to go out to see them, so she told her maid, "I'm not feeling well. Could you go and ask them if there's anything important?"
Before the maid could leave after hearing the order, Mu Zhonghe's somewhat irritating voice came from outside.
"Sister Yunshu, what's wrong?" Mu Zhonghe strode in from outside, his gaze, which was extremely unsettling, fell on Rong Shang. After a few unrestrained glances, he smiled wickedly and said, "Do you need your little brother to take a look?"
The maidservant couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by Mu Zhong's uninvited arrival. "Young Mistress."
"You can go down now."
"yes."
After the maid was dismissed, only Rong Chang and Mu Zhonghe remained in the spacious room.
She glanced at him coldly, then sat down on the wooden chair without a word. "Is there something you need?"
It was the dead of winter, yet Mu Zhonghe was wearing far more clothes than she was.
Mu Zhonghe was somewhat surprised that she didn't feel cold despite wearing only a thin nightgown.
But when his gaze swept over, his dark eyes couldn't help but become somewhat frivolous again. "Sister Yunshu, it's so cold outside. Don't catch a cold wearing so little, or I'll be worried about you."
Walking over, Mu Zhonghe sat down in the seat in front of Rong Chang.
Rong Shang glanced at him, her gaze somewhat cold and arrogant, "If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost!"
"Tsk, Sister Yunshu, when did you become so irritable?"
Mu Zhonghe's icy hand touched the body of the teacup. After a few seconds, he slowly said, "You know that my sister married into the Liang family."
"That Liang Zhengzong is a complete scoundrel. He's always drunk and either cursing or beating people."
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Rong Shang became interested. "What, your sister was crippled?"
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