Xiaoru really didn't expect things to develop like this.
The young master's servant.
She doesn't want that silly guy.
She—would never marry a servant.
Xiaoru immediately knelt down. "It was my fault. Please forgive me, young master and young lady. I want to serve you forever. I do not wish to get married."
“Xiaoru, you’ve said too many wrong things these past two days. Go kneel down over there and get up when you’ve cleared your head.”
"yes."
Xiaoru moved to the eaves and knelt down quietly.
Although she was unwilling, she didn't want to marry just anyone.
It's all because we have too much money—
Xiaoru thought to herself silently.
Qian Duo looked back and immediately met Xiao Ru's resentful gaze.
Money Talker: "..."
Is it because no one dares to hold a grudge, so they can only pick on her, the easy target?
Half a month later, Mingjue had fully recovered and had to hurry back to Huayang City, since the Uyghurs were watching them with predatory eyes and they had to be on guard.
As for Mingzhi, he was going back to the capital.
Go and let Jiang Yun know you're safe.
Although a letter has been sent, it is ultimately limited in its content; it is still necessary to tell his mother in person.
"Are you really not coming to the capital with me? Don't you want to see your mother?" Although his mother kept saying that he was more important, he knew in his heart that his mother would not want to see Ning Anuo, who was her own flesh and blood.
"I will go later."
Not now. "Let's talk about it when my grandma and Duoduo have recovered," Ning Anuo said, sounding a little awkward.
He wasn't mentally prepared yet.
"As you know, I was born without parents—"
"Cough cough." Mingjue coughed forcefully. "Now that we have parents, we can't say we're without them."
"I know, I have a father and a mother."
Ning Anuo's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke.
He was also very curious about what his mother looked like.
Everyone says he is similar to her.
Is she a gentle person or a feisty one?
Does she look kind, or is she like him—that so-called mother—who looks mean?
He had met his brother's mother once before.
At that time, she was sitting in the restaurant, looking down at them from a high position.
Oh, right, they also packed up the food she didn't want to eat and gave it to them, saying they'd never eaten anything so good before.
Of course, they refused. The older brother even told his so-called mother that if they really couldn't eat it, they should just give it to the beggars on the street.
Although they were orphans and didn't eat any delicacies, they weren't hungry.
Upon hearing this, his mother's expression immediately changed. After that, his brother never went to see his mother again.
He will never forget the way his brother carried him on his back on the mountain path, comforting him while shedding tears.
From that moment on, he made up his mind that he would never want that mother again.
The Ming family was returning to the capital, so Jiang Cha naturally had no reason to stay.
Ning Hong expressed her regret over this.
He is still too young.
He's only fourteen; he shouldn't be able to get married until he's at least sixteen.
"I—" Jiang Cha hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
In fact, she knew very well that there was a distance between them. Before, she was able to control her emotions and remind herself not to let the boy in front of her influence her too much.
However, at this moment, facing separation, Jiang Cha's feelings were quite complicated.
Reason told her to just leave like this, and after leaving, there would be no more contact between them, and she would gradually forget about it. But just thinking that they would never have any contact again made her heart ache terribly.
She didn't want it to be like this.
They were even more unwilling to see Ning Hongze marry someone else in the future.
Jiang Cha ground his teeth and suddenly realized that he might have gone a bit too far.
"Are you leaving too?"
Ning Hong stood in front of Jiang Cha and said, "I wish you a safe journey."
"You—" You didn't try to stop him, and you didn't seem reluctant to let him go? Didn't you say you liked her?
Why haven't they shown any reaction at all?
Jiang Cha suddenly felt depressed.
A breath caught in my throat, unable to go up or down.
Give me your hand.
Jiang Cha suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm?" Ning Hong stretched out a hand, puzzled.
This hand is rough, and the skin is a bit yellow.
My palms are covered in calluses.
But it was clean.
Jiang Cha raised her hand and took a bite.
Ning Hong raised an eyebrow and her expression froze.
Bite him?
Why did she suddenly bite him?
"Remember this: if you dare marry another woman, just try it. I've already stamped my approval." With the approval stamped, she's hers.
To hell with her being a good match.
Go to her aristocratic and wealthy family.
She liked him, and she had no intention of giving him up to anyone else.
A smile spread across Ning Hong's face.
He grasped Jiang Cha's hand in return, interlocking their fingers.
Many people have said that this gesture is more intimate than a kiss.
The touch of palms is like the collision of two hearts, making it easier for people to become immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
He took her hand and kissed it with his lips. "I know, I will never get married. Wait for me to come find you."
"Then it's settled."
Jiang Cha lowered her eyes. "Then I'll wait for you in the capital. You can't go back on your word, can you?"
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