For the next week, Lin Qisheng was extremely busy. He would return to the manor every night and leave again in the morning. Sometimes he didn't even have time to come back. Even when he returned to the manor, he didn't have time to take care of Ruan Qing'an.
After being released from his room, Nguyen Thanh An was given the freedom to roam the manor, as he showed no intention of escaping.
Without Lin Qisheng causing trouble, her life was much easier.
As for Lin Chen, it seems that all his affairs have been suspended, and he has been resting and recuperating at the manor, so he has not run into Lin Qisheng.
...
In the afternoon, in the courtyard of the manor.
As the warm sunlight falls, the clustered flowers seem to be draped in a golden veil, their brilliant colors lingering amidst the varying shades of green, weaving a tapestry of beauty.
On the small round table were beautifully prepared desserts and snacks, and in the delicate little teacups was the finest black tea brewed by the old butler.
Ruan Qingan sat in a chair, his fingertips tapping the table.
The old butler stood to the side, bowing slightly, and asked cautiously, "Madam, is there anything else you need?"
"That's all, you can go and rest now."
Ruan Qing'an shook her head slightly. Only after the old butler's figure disappeared from sight did she pick up her teacup and take a sip. Her leaden gray eyes narrowed slightly: "This guy has been following me these past few days. Now he can finally be sent away. It seems he's sure I won't run away again."
"Moreover, he probably thinks that I'm not planning to run away now because I've gotten used to the luxurious life in the manor."
Ruan Qing'an sneered inwardly. She didn't covet these so-called good days at all. If she hadn't killed Lin Qisheng now, she would have been finished too, which was contrary to her plan.
If that old man hadn't done a single decent job, I would have killed him long ago.
037: [Pah! Lin Qisheng's lackey!]
[How could my ancestors possibly allow such vulgar money to corrupt their souls? That's utter wishful thinking!!]
Ruan Qingan: ...Why are you more excited than I am?
Ignoring the system's hype, Ruan Qing'an looked up at the back of the manor. Through there, he could see the location of the study, but he hadn't found much information there before.
Moreover, this matter concerns his beloved, so Lin Qisheng's intentions are clearly not pure. It's probably not related to the study, but rather the bedroom.
She took another sip of tea and stood up.
"Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
...
Although Lin Qisheng hasn't been back much lately, too busy to manage the manor's affairs, the servants throughout the manor are still trembling with fear and tension—when Lin Qisheng is busy, he's also at his most irritable, prone to violence.
If you really mess with him when he comes back, you'll inevitably get shot by the bodyguards outside.
The only downside to the high salary is that there's nothing good about working here.
Therefore, the servants dared not slack off even more, wishing they could polish every single floor tile in the manor until it was sparkling clean and spotless, for fear of making the slightest mistake and being blamed by Lin Qisheng.
Therefore, Ruan Qingan arrived at Lin Qisheng's bedroom without much difficulty—the door was unlocked. After all, it wasn't as secluded as the study. Moreover, if the bedroom were locked, it would be like writing "I'm hiding something here" on the door.
Normally no one dares to come here, but Ruan Qingan sneaked in, closed the door behind him, and even poked his head out.
Look left, look right.
After confirming that no one was around, she quickly closed the door.
037: [This is it! Wow—Lin Qisheng is so extravagant! He treats money like dirt!]
"...There is a little bit."
Ruan Qing'an looked at the huge room in front of him. Even the picture frame on the bedside table was made of pure gold. He was speechless.
She muttered a complaint to herself, then started searching through the bedroom. Lin Qisheng was willing to find a substitute for Xia An'an, so the significance of this "white moonlight" to him was self-evident, and there must be clues.
She went to the bedside and bent down to examine the photo frame.
It was indeed the woman I saw in the study last time; she must be the "Xia An'an" that Lin Qisheng mentioned.
Ruan Qing'an narrowed her eyes slightly, picked up the photo frame, and subconsciously sat down on the edge of the bed: "It really is this woman. She's stuck with that old bastard Lin Qisheng; I really don't know what her fate will be—"
The next moment, her voice suddenly stopped.
037, who was planning to get the analysis results from its ancestor for free, was taken aback: [What's wrong, ancestor? Why did you suddenly stop talking?]
"..."
Ruan Qingan had a blank, expressionless face.
When she first sat down, she didn't notice anything amiss. Logically, Lin Qisheng's bedroom bed should have been quite soft and springy, but now—
Through the high-quality quilt on top, I could feel the hard texture underneath, and something just didn't feel right.
Ruan Qing'an pursed her lips, her face expressionless. She reached down and touched herself, but couldn't find anything. All she felt was a vague sense of unease. She paused, then lifted a corner of the blanket with her slender hand.
I reached inside with my hand along the edge, without even looking.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. 037 didn't even dare to speak in Ruan Qing'an's mind and also secretly peeked.
"It's rock hard."
"It looks a bit like..."
Before Ruan Qing'an could finish speaking, her hand, which was under the covers, was suddenly grabbed, her wrist gripped tightly like an iron clamp.
【Aaaaaaaahhhhhh—A ghost!!!】
Before Ruan Qing'an could react, 037 started howling like a banshee, and even Ruan Qing'an was stunned for a moment, until—a low, hoarse voice came, filled with anger and frustration.
"Aren't you getting up yet, huh?"
"Stepmother, how long are you going to keep touching your adopted son? What, do you want me to take off my clothes so you can touch me?"
Nguyen Thanh An: ...
037: ...
That familiar voice, that familiar address, oh—and that tone of voice that always breaks down when Ruan Qing'an gets angry.
The blanket covering him was lifted, revealing the young man's handsome face. His strikingly aggressive features were incredibly attractive, like a blazing flame that could burn one's vision. He was wearing a single earring, the deep ruby making him even more flamboyant.
After lifting half of the blanket to reveal Lin Chen's face, Ruan Qing'an froze on the spot, estimating the young man's height.
She seems, appears to, possibly, perhaps, maybe—
She sat right on Lin Chen's abs.
I've been touching it for ages, could it be...?
The petite girl peeked up and met Lin Chen's angry yet amused gaze. The young man even added a comment.
"Does it feel good to touch, stepmother?"
"Shall I take off my clothes so you can touch them?"
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