Xue Tingsheng was stunned. He was already upset, and now this woman was trying to turn the tables on him. The anger that he had suppressed with great difficulty flared up again.
He stood up and brushed off the snow. "Who told you to build a snowman in the middle of the road? Why did you have to build it here when there's such a spacious snowy area? And this is my study, why are you making such a noise here? Have you learned any manners?"
Rong Ziying was also stunned. Although Xue Sheng was more handsome than the men she was used to seeing in Cenzhou, she didn't expect him to be so unromantic.
However, she has seen many short plays about happy enemies. Aren’t they always like this at the beginning, feeling disgusted with each other, but falling deeply in love in the end?
So she was no longer afraid. She was not right but confident: "I am not your slave. No one comes to teach me the rules of a slave. Are you treating me like a servant? This is outrageous!"
At this time, Chun Tao pretended to be hurried and reminded her in time: "Miss, this is Young Master Xue..."
At this time, Rong Ziying covered her mouth, hurriedly lowered her head and saluted him: "Ziying, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were cousin Tingsheng..."
Xue Tingsheng looked at her with some disdain: "Are you Rong Ziying?"
It turned out to be someone from Aunt Rong's side, which made him even more annoyed.
Rong Ziying didn't notice Xue Tingsheng's annoyance, and hesitated to speak: "But... Cousin Tingsheng broke my snowman, please apologize to it."
"Who are you apologizing to?" Xue Tingsheng thought he had misheard.
"And a snowman." Rong Ziying raised her eyebrows slightly coquettishly and glanced at Xue Tingsheng secretly.
Young Master Xue, who wanted to come out and teach someone a lesson, seemed to have swallowed a fly and could not utter a word. He just glared at Rong Ziying like a fool and went back to his study.
Rong Ziying then looked up at the direction Xue Tingsheng left and smiled triumphantly: "Chun Tao, look, Xue Tingsheng remembers me, doesn't he?"
Chun Tao was worried: "But why do I feel that the young master is really angry?"
"What do you know?" Rong Ziying said, "If his heart is as hard as a rock and he can't even react to me, then that would be troublesome."
After saying that, she squatted down again and repaired the snowman calmly, humming a soft Cenzhou tune leisurely.
Hearing the voice, Xue Tingsheng glanced at Rong Ziying from a distance and concluded: she was sick.
We'll have to get someone to shovel away that stupid snowman.
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The next evening.
Xue Tingsheng's eyes were dry and sore after reading all day, and the clear black and white words on the scroll made him dizzy.
At this moment, I suddenly smelled a sweet scent.
Suddenly he looked up and saw a woman in a pretty yellow dress under the dim candlelight. She was holding a string of bright red candied haws in one hand and stretched it in front of him.
The sudden appearance of bright colors brightened his tired eyes.
Looking closely, it was Rong Ziying again.
Before he could speak, Rong Ziying passed the candied haws to him again, motioning him to take it: "Your treat."
Xue Tingsheng was a little puzzled and reluctantly took the candied haws that was about to drip with sugar juice.
Rong Ziying wasn't shy and found a chair to sit down. She said apologetically, "Cousin, I was too reckless yesterday. I came here today to apologize to you. Please don't be angry with me, will you?"
Xue Tingsheng considered himself a gentleman, and he firmly believed that women and villains were difficult to raise. It would be shameful for him to get angry with a woman.
So he said, "I am not a narrow-minded person."
"Really?" Rong Ziying was delighted. "So, my cousin is not angry with me anymore?"
Xue Tingsheng frowned: "What's there to be angry about?"
Rong Ziying smiled brightly: "I thought cousin Tingsheng would hate me for this, but hearing what he said, I feel relieved."
Xue Tingsheng thought to himself: It’s still very annoying.
As she spoke, Rong Ziying gave the candied haws to Chuntao, then took something out from under her sleeve. She stood up and walked to Xue Tingsheng's desk, handing it to him with both hands: "Cousin, this is the purse you dropped next to the snowman yesterday."
Xue Tingsheng took it and looked at it: "It's mine, but... why is there a magpie here?"
Speaking of this, Rong Ziying raised her chin. "Yesterday, I saw that this purse was dirty, so I washed it. While washing it, I found a crack on it, so I... took the initiative to embroider a magpie on it to repair it. I'm not good at needlework, so please don't laugh at me, cousin."
After saying that, she took the candied haws from Chuntao again.
At this moment, someone pushed open the door of the study.
The person who came was of slender figure. Even in winter clothes, her waist was still not thick enough to be held in one hand. Her skin was as white as snow, and her soft eyes looked particularly bright even under the candlelight. The only flaw in her beauty was that even though her hair was deliberately covering it, a slight bruise on her left cheekbone could still be seen.
Before meeting Fu Rongxin, Xue Tingsheng, who had been reading for a day, still thought Rong Ziying was quite eye-catching. But when Fu Rongxin came, Rong Ziying instantly became dim, which was a world of difference.
Fu Rongxinzhi glanced at Rong Ziying secretly, then said to Xue Tingsheng, "Cousin, my aunt said that you have been studying hard, so she specially made some ginseng chicken soup and asked me to bring it to you."
As she spoke, Caizhi took out a food box and brought out steaming chicken soup.
She saw the candied haws in Xue Tingsheng's hand and sighed softly, "Cousin, why are you eating these dirty things from outside? Auntie will be unhappy if she sees it."
Yesterday, Fu Rongxin saw Rong Ziying's pretentious look. She was indeed the little bitch brought by Xue Tingliu. She was trying to seduce her just after she arrived. I'm afraid Xue Tingliu wanted to place his own people around her elder brother.
Fu Rongxin glanced at Rong Ziying: You are just a clown, do you think she, Fu Rongxin, is dead?
Rong Ziying was also looking at Fu Rongxin: "This is Sister Rongxin, right? I heard that you were recuperating a few days ago, and I haven't seen you since."
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