Chapter 102 It's impolite to keep knocking on a door that's unwilling to open for you!
Madam Fu was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated, when the old house steward rushed over.
Butler: "Madam, Madam Lan is bleeding. I'm afraid this is not good."
"What?" Madam Fu's pupils contracted slightly, and her slender fingers clenched tightly.
Madam Lan's real name is Lan Xincan. She is Madam Fu's cousin, and the two have always had a good relationship.
Compared to the naive and gentle Madam Fu, Madam Lan was much more shrewish and forthright.
She never married.
I am determined to only date, not to get married.
She dated more than twenty men in her life before settling down at the age of 40 and finding a steady boyfriend.
Of course, I still won't get married.
For some unknown reason, Madam Lan was in good health but was unable to conceive, which became the biggest regret in her carefree and happy life.
Now at 48, I'm finally pregnant, but...
Countless terrible outcomes flashed through Madam Fu's mind in an instant: two lives lost, child gone and mother left, child left and mother dead...
She was so frightened that her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she almost fainted.
Wen Yao quickly stepped forward and patted Madam Fu on the back, telling her to take a deep breath.
After Madam Fu recovered, Wen Yao suggested, "Mom, don't worry, let's go see Aunt Can together."
Madam Fu grasped Wen Yao's hand like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline: "Yes, yes, I should go and watch over A-Can."
While Madam Fu and Wen Yao rushed to Madam Lan's house, Master Song was even more anxious than they were.
He is currently living at Madam Lan's house and received news early on that Madam Lan was prone to miscarriage.
The housekeeper served by Madam Lan's side for over 20 years. In name, he was her servant, but in reality, he was her close confidant.
She stared at Master Song with hopeful eyes and pleaded, "Master, please, you must find a way to save my wife and young lady."
“Our lady has been waiting for this for decades. She won’t be able to bear it if the young lady is gone.”
"Since you were able to get the lady pregnant, you can certainly save them too!"
Master Song's robes were soaked with cold sweat, but he feigned composure and said to the Lan family steward:
"You go back and do your best, and I will report to the Emperor and do my utmost."
The Lan family butler was already worried about Madam Lan's condition, and she wouldn't have wanted to leave for even a moment if the situation hadn't been so special.
After listening to Master Song's words, she bowed repeatedly and then ran away from Master Song's room.
Master Song slapped his trembling hand hard and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Good heavens, how could he possibly have the ability to save someone?
The guy who brought life back to life is already in jail. No, he needs to run away quickly.
With a quick glance around, Master Song rummaged through the room, stuffing all the valuables into his backpack.
"Oh dear, why do these rich families hire so many security guards!"
Master Song paced back and forth in the room, unable to leave through the main door, surrounded by countless servants, security guards, and bodyguards.
If he goes through the main entrance, he will definitely be stopped.
But the back garden has a tall and sturdy French iron fence. With his old arms and legs, can he really climb over it?
Master Song became increasingly anxious as he thought about it, and his forehead, which he had just wiped away, was covered with fine beads of sweat again.
"Miss Wen, Master Song is staying over here..."
Just as Master Song was getting anxious, he suddenly heard footsteps and voices coming from the corridor.
Oh my god, Miss Wen, could it be that Wen Yao?
Master Song was so frightened that he dropped his bag on the ground. He didn't have time to pick it up and quickly closed and locked the door.
A short while later, there was a knock on his room. Master Song secretly looked through the peephole and felt as if he had seen a ghost.
It really is Wen Yao!
Although Master Song was a fraud, he felt that if there really was such a thing as metaphysics, then Wen Yao would definitely be his nemesis, the kind that would be extremely ruthless!
Nothing good ever comes from running into this little girl!
Master Song left the cat's eye and his mind raced.
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking sounded, and Master Song gritted his teeth, determined not to open the door, even if it meant death.
Let them think he was busy performing rituals or wasn't in the room.
"Knock knock knock".
There was another knock on the door, but Master Song still didn't open it.
The maid who brought Wen Yao over was a little confused. Logically speaking, Master Song shouldn't have left the room, so why was no one opening the door?
She looked apologetically at Wen Yao: "Miss Wen, it seems that Master Song is not in the room."
He's here.
Wen Yao scoffed inwardly. 8848 had just gone in and saw that Master Song was staring intently at the door with a backpack on his back.
"It's alright, you go ahead and get busy." Wen Yao's lips curled up slightly, her smile gentle and graceful.
"I'll wait for Master Song here."
"Okay." The maid blushed slightly and reluctantly left Master Song's door.
She suspected that she had been attracted to beautiful women since birth; handsome men could only catch her eye for a moment, but beautiful women could keep her glued to the spot.
Unfortunately, she still has to go to work, and her salary of a few thousand yuan has to come at the cost of not being able to look at beautiful women.
It's truly a life of hardship and toil!
Wen Yao watched the maid leave until she could no longer see her or hear her footsteps.
She turned to look at the door, her smile deepening, but this time it was filled with malice.
"Knock knock knock".
Master Song shuddered. Didn't he know no one was around?
"Knock knock knock".
Master Song gripped the backpack strap tightly.
"Knock knock knock".
Master Song covered his ears in despair.
What exactly is the story behind Wen Yao?
Master Song cursed under his breath, "Don't you have any manners?"
"It's impolite to keep knocking on a door that's unwilling to open for you!"
He believed his voice was so soft that no one outside the door could hear him.
But 8848 heard it all clearly and immediately relayed Master Song's thoughts to Wen Yao.
"I see. Is it impolite to keep knocking?" Wen Yao raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to look at the closed door.
Upon hearing Wen Yao's voice, Master Song's heart tightened.
What's going on? Wen Yao thinks she heard his voice... How is that possible?
Master Song has spent his whole life pretending to be a ghost or a shaman, never afraid of retribution, but now he's starting to become paranoid.
He went to the balcony with his backpack on, stretched his neck to look out. It was only the second floor, and there was a small iron ladder next to it. He should be able to make it.
He practices Tai Chi and Baduanjin every day, even if it's just to create the image of a hermit, it really does help him stay healthy!
Despite trying to reassure himself, Master Song remained hesitant; after all, he was over 60 years old.
just in case……
"Bang!!!"
A loud kicking sound stopped Master Song's hesitation. He quickly reached for the iron ladder next to him and scurried down.
Wrestling is better than being caught by a madman who breaks down the door, right?
Wen Yao withdrew her leg that had kicked the door and slowly walked into the house.
Since knocking on the door repeatedly was impolite, she had no choice but to kick it down.
The room was completely empty; there was no one in the bedroom, living room, or bathroom.
8848's mechanical voice was indifferent: [She was just in the room a moment ago; she probably jumped out of the window and ran away.]
Wen Yao was astonished: "Jumped off a building? This old man is quite daring!"
Wen Yao checked the windows and then looked at the balcony, and found a row of iron ladders welded to the wall outside the balcony.
Wen Yao suddenly understood; so that's how you get down.
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