Jiang Xuelin couldn't stand Fu Hanlai's arrogant attitude.
He hadn't taken any of it seriously, nor had he paid any attention to it. These things were meant to be left to fate, and she wasn't going to try to outdo Fu Han in everything.
But when someone steps on your face, who can stand it?
After hearing what he said, Jiang Xuelin also felt that she had lost out big time and had to make up for it, to see how he would bring this up again in the future.
Even if it's just between the two of them, it's not allowed!
"Jiang Xuelin..."
"..."
"No……"
"..."
"Wait a moment……"
"..."
"Enough, enough..."
"..."
"ginger……"
"..."
"Hey hey hey I was really wrong..."
"..."
"No, no, no..."
"..."
The maids and nannies guarding the door couldn't hear the sounds inside clearly, only catching a few words. Knowing that their two mistresses hadn't gone to sleep yet, they naturally perked up and dared not let their guard down. It would be unacceptable if their mistresses called for someone later and they were dozing off.
But the servants never expected that the two people inside would make a ruckus for so long without taking a break.
The two of them were supposed to rest around 7 PM, but because of Fu Hanlai's words, the glass lamp by the window stayed on until almost dawn.
The once tidy bed was now a mess, the brocade quilt had been thrown to the floor, and Fu Hanlai was lying on the bed with his limbs outstretched, occupying half of the canopy, as if he had already died.
Jiang Xuelin, who was next to him, was a little better, but not by much. Her legs were trembling when she went to take a bath. After she finished bathing, she lay on the chaise lounge and dragged Fu Hanlai down with her.
"No, no, no, I won't go, I won't go!" Fu Hanlai saw Jiang Xuelin dragging him toward the soft couch, and the man who was already exhausted immediately tried to straighten up... but failed.
In short, he immediately got out of bed, grabbed the pillar of the canopy bed with both hands, and refused to go over it no matter what.
His little Ah Shou is exhausted...
No, it's really no good, he's going to die.
If he were to die in his bed, he would truly go down in history!
Is this what they call a stroke?
Ugh, even if he's going to die, don't make it like this! Jiang Xuelin is so cruel...
His little Ah Shou...
Normally, Jiang Xuelin could easily drag him away, even if Fu Hanlai didn't want to. But now she was also very tired. Not only was she tired, but her voice was also a little hoarse, just like Fu Hanlai.
"Hurry up, get down. I'll have someone come in and tidy up the bed. We'll be sleeping in a bit, so don't get in the way. But go over there and find somewhere to squat down yourself."
My throat hurts...
Upon hearing this, Fu Hanlai immediately found a grand chair and slumped down, wearing only his undergarments, looking as if he had no bones.
Although that chaise lounge looked very comfortable, he didn't want to get close to Jiang Xuelin right now.
This woman is terrifying.
A real man... he temporarily surrendered. Face was important, but his little Ashou was even more important. Little Ashou was already exhausted and could barely feel anything. If he didn't admit defeat, his little Ashou might really die at Jiang Xuelin's hands.
ah……
He now feels that a life of simplicity and detachment is quite good, and becoming a monk is not out of the question.
Jiang Xuelin didn't care what Fu Hanlai thought. Seeing that he had come down, she lay back down on the chaise lounge and then let the maids and nannies waiting outside come in to tidy up.
Green Ivy led the people in, her head bowed, not daring to look anywhere. She quickly tidied up the place and brought Jiang Xuelin and Fu Han a pot of warm tea before leading the servants out in single file.
Jiang Xuelin drank the tea prepared by Green Ivy, and her dry throat finally felt a little better. Fu Hanlai next to her also reached out from the armchair, picked up the cup on the other side of the table, and drank the perfectly warm tea in one gulp.
Ah... my throat finally feels better, but it's not enough.
“…Jiang Xuelin, I want more.”
The teapot was too far away, and Jiang Xuelin didn't want to move it; she could reach it with her hand.
Jiang Xuelin, who was drinking tea: "..."
She looked up abruptly, her eyes still filled with lingering shock—more? Seriously?
Fu Hanlai paused for a moment, as if he had frozen into a statue. His face was distorted with fear. He almost jumped up. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant I want more tea. Can you get it for me?"
The following sentence sounds quite humble.
Jiang Xuelin: "...Hmm."
After she poured the tea and pushed it over, the two of them picked up their teacups again, looking peaceful and content, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
That was terrifying.
Jiang Xuelin pondered, if Fu Hanlai still wanted to continue at this point, should she... risk her life to accompany him, or admit defeat? Admit defeat.
We can always make up for it later.
Thank goodness.
Fu Hanlai was also relieved that Jiang Xuelin hadn't taken it seriously, otherwise he would have really died in bed.
After finishing the pot of tea, the sky outside was already getting light, and it was almost dawn. The two looked at each other, then got up and walked to the canopy bed. Once on the bed, they quietly got into their own quilts and quickly wrapped themselves up and went to sleep.
Around 7 AM, Qingluo, who had changed shifts at the door, saw that there was still no movement inside. Remembering what Luoluo had told her, she hesitated whether or not to wake up her two masters.
Later, remembering that he still needed to pay his respects, he ultimately didn't make the decision on his own and went up to knock on the door.
"What is it?"
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