Song Linyuan took off his coat and smiled, "Of course, I used blood magic to dry it so you wouldn't get cold."
Wu's mother went to the kitchen, which was far away. Only he and Si Jin were in the living room, so they didn't have to worry about what they said.
Song Linyuan lowered his head: "As the young master's personal steward, it is only natural that I do these things."
After saying that, he got up and went upstairs step by step, his steps were calm and composed, and he did not feel embarrassed about not being in the right place at the right time.
That's right, that's how it should be.
Si Jin leaned back on the sofa, her peach blossom eyes curving into a beautiful arc: as someone he liked, it was only natural for her to do these things.
Twenty minutes later, Wu's mother brought over a bowl of beef noodles.
Because the bowl was a bit hot, she didn't hold it properly, and when she put the noodles on the coffee table, a few drops of soup spilled out, and one drop accidentally splashed out and burned Si Jin's little finger.
Si Jin lowered her eyes and casually grabbed a tissue to wipe herself: "You can't even do this simple thing right? Do you even deserve to freeload at my house?"
"Look at this beef noodle soup, it doesn't look appetizing at all. How dare you serve it to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and with a whoosh—
He splashed the scalding hot beef noodles all over Wu's mother's face.
Then, he casually tossed aside the tissue, leaned back on the sofa without a care, and enjoyed watching the old woman in front of him suffer.
In the past, Wu's mother often forced the original owner to cook, nitpicking and spilling food on her. Then she would turn around and cry to Wu Chengyu that the original owner had abused her and cooked her bad food.
From now on, he will return it all, one by one, in the same way.
Damn it! She even dared to hit her own mother! Su Sijin has rebelled! Rebelled!
Wu's mother was furious and slammed her hand on the table, about to yell back, when she saw Song Linyuan, dressed in a silk black nightgown, slowly walking down from upstairs.
Fine! The outsiders haven't left yet, so she'll make a scene and show them how Su Sijin treats her mother-in-law.
Who would even give a second glance to someone who doesn't respect his mother-in-law?
"Ouch!" As she thought about it, Wu's mother collapsed to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. "Jinjin, I know you're busy all the time, and I'm not very good at cooking. Even if you don't like it, don't treat me like this."
While crying, Wu's mother observed Song Linyuan. As the tall man walked up to Si Jin, she lowered her head and asked, "What happened?"
"She deliberately burned my little finger." Si Jin raised her hand, which had no visible scars, her eyes full of innocence, her voice muffled: "It hurts."
That's such a ridiculous reason. How could anyone believe it if there wasn't even a scratch?
Wu's mother was secretly delighted, just waiting for Song Linyuan to help her up.
However, the next moment, the man gently blew a few breaths on the little finger: "Young Master, does it still hurt?"
Si Jin shook her head: "Okay, but she's hurting my eyes."
After saying that, she seemed to realize her mistake and quickly corrected herself: "Was I... being a little too delicate?"
"No." Song Linyuan put his hand down: "Young Master is born noble, not someone that some trash can covet."
After saying that, he opened the door and kicked Wu's mother out again.
On the outdoor gravel road, Wu Chengyu, who was still dazed from being beaten, had just gotten up a little when his mother pushed him down again.
Bang--
When Wu's mother, weighing 160 pounds, fell down, he almost suffocated.
Suddenly, everything went black, and he fainted.
"My son, my son! Waaaaah!"
Seeing that Wu's mother was still crying, Song Linyuan simply went back into the house to get some tape, put on gloves, and wrapped it around her mouth more than fifty times.
Seeing the woman's terrified gaze, she smiled and made a "shh" gesture: "Young Master needs to rest, don't disturb him~"
Back inside, he took off his gloves and went to the kitchen to cook.
As a qualified butler, one must always maintain politeness and elegance, ensuring that nothing dirty touches the young master, and more importantly...
One must also maintain a clean and virtuous character so as not to be disliked by the young master.
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