She had a plan for drinking; wouldn't it be more reasonable and convenient to do something after drinking too much, without arousing suspicion?
Seeing that Hong Xiaoduo was serious and not just saying it casually, Jiang An sent someone to his son's place to ask him to come over for lunch.
After making the arrangements, Hong Xiaoduo changed the subject, talking about where the scenery was beautiful and where the local delicacies were.
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"What? You want me to go and have dinner with that madman? I'm not going." Jiang Baicheng, who was locked in the room, immediately became angry after hearing the message from the servant sent by his father.
The servant stood there, looking at him with a very troubled expression.
"Go tell my father that I'm not feeling well and have a stomachache," Jiang Baicheng said. He wasn't going to go anyway, and he wouldn't want to keep him company!
Although he has been confined to his residence for the past two days and cannot leave the mansion, his personal servant Wenzi heard some news last night. He said that yesterday afternoon, when Yang Laowu was in the teahouse, that crazy woman walked by with a child on the street, and when Yang Laowu saw her, he splashed tea on her.
When Jiang Baicheng heard this, he was quite excited, feeling that Yang Laowu and the others were quite loyal and helped him get revenge.
But Wenzi said that the madwoman was extremely skilled in martial arts, and it was as if she had eyes in the back of her head. She easily avoided the tea. The second floor of the teahouse was so high, but she lightly leaped up with a child. Not only did Yang Laowu fail to get his hands on her, but he was also grabbed by the ankle and hung upside down outside the railing on the second floor of the teahouse for nearly fifteen minutes.
It is also said that among the many onlookers, when two constables from the yamen passed by, Yang Laowu did not dare to ask them for help. When the two constables went up to ask him, Yang Laowu said that it was nothing and that he was just joking with his friends.
After listening, Jiang Baicheng thought about it for a moment and understood. There was only one reason why Yang Laowu said that: he was afraid of that crazy woman.
Jiang Baicheng couldn't understand it and was unwilling to accept it. He and Yang Laowu were considered local strongmen, yet they were bullied like insects by a crazy outsider!
This crazy woman is too arrogant!
“Young Master, the Master personally brought that guest back, which shows how much he values her. If you don’t go over, the Master might…” The servant, Atong, said cautiously, but before he could finish, Jiang Baicheng knew what he was about to say.
Given his father's temper, if he asked him to go and he didn't go, his father would definitely not let it go.
"Forget it, you go back first. I'll come over later." Jiang Baicheng suddenly changed his mind. If he was going to go, why not?
This is my own home; if I don't go, it would seem like I'm afraid of her.
Seeing that the young master had agreed, Atong left with peace of mind. He wasn't worried at all that the young master had just fooled him, since he had completed his task.
"Young master, don't worry. Even if the master is harsh on you, your concubine will always protect you," the servant Wenzi said ingratiatingly.
Jiang Baicheng rolled his eyes at Awen and said, "Which eye of yours saw that I was worried? I was just thinking about how to teach that crazy woman a lesson at the dinner table later, without angering my father."
"By the way, is Auntie in the living room with you too? Is that what I asked you to keep an eye on?" Jiang Baicheng suddenly remembered and asked.
"Auntie went to the living room and came out quickly, looking rather pale. Also, Auntie dressed up deliberately today," Awen quickly replied.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baicheng scratched his chin. No matter how much his aunt dressed up, she couldn't compare to that crazy woman's looks, especially since the woman was so much younger. It seemed that even if his aunt tried, it wouldn't work...
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