Qingfeng went to the restaurant's kitchen and found Lao Zhou who was decocting medicine.
"Qingfeng, why did you come down here if you weren't accompanying the young master?" Old Zhou asked in surprise.
Qingfeng stepped forward and said, "Let's not boil this medicine yet. The young master is looking for you."
"Young Master, you're looking for me? What's the matter?" Old Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
The young master always told Qingfeng everything and let Qingfeng do everything, except for things like decocting medicine. Why would he suddenly come to him? What could it be about?
"You'll know when you get there. Hurry up." Qingfeng turned and left. Lao Zhou had no choice but to pick up the small casserole for decocting medicine and put it aside, then turn off the fire and follow him.
Old Zhou kept his head down all the way, looking nervous, and kept wondering why the young master had called him.
He thought hopefully: It couldn't be because of Su Liuer's matter, he did it secretly and the young master wouldn't know!
But this person just happens to do whatever he wants.
The first question Jing Qingrong asked him was:
"What you did to Madam Su behind my back, was it your own doing, or was it someone else's doing?"
When asked this question, Lao Zhou suddenly panicked.
Did they already know what he did? Did they come to him to confirm it, but to find out if there was anyone behind him?
Old Zhou stammered and was speechless. He certainly couldn't tell his wife about the matter, so he could only admit it himself.
Seeing him like this, Jing Qingrong's heart sank completely.
He had originally held onto some hope for Zhu Yunxi's words, thinking that perhaps he was deliberately trying to anger him and was maliciously provoking him.
But after he cheated like that, Old Zhou ended up like this.
"Why don't you speak quickly?" Jing Qingrong raised his hand and slammed it on the table, saying angrily.
As a servant of the Jing family, Lao Zhou naturally knew that Jing Qingrong always had a good temper and rarely got angry with servants. This was the first time Lao Zhou had seen him get so angry, and he was really frightened by this fierce aura.
He fell to his knees with a thud.
He supported himself on the ground with his hands, bent down and begged for mercy: "Master, Master, spare my life! I, I am doing this for your sake..."
Jing Qingrong's hands on the table turned red. He clenched his fists, and his face returned to calmness and gentleness.
"Oh? So it's for me?"
It seemed like a storm was coming just now, but now it was clear again. Old Zhou looked up nervously and saw Jing Qingrong looking at him gently with a smile, as if he really believed what he said and was waiting for him to explain it to her.
Old Zhou swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "Master, do you believe me?"
Jing Qingrong nodded and said to Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, quickly help Uncle Zhou up."
Qingfeng stepped forward and helped Lao Zhou up. Lao Zhou was in a state of confusion, which made the situation even more chaotic.
"Sit down." Jing Qingrong smiled at him again.
Old Zhou sat down slowly and Qingfeng poured him tea.
"Uncle Zhou, you've devoted yourself to our Jing family since you were young. I naturally believe that you are only thinking about me, but why would you go against Madam Su for my sake?"
Old Zhou picked up the tea with trembling hands and drank it. After a moment's pause, he said:
"Young Master, this Madam Su is a widow from a mountain village. She's naturally unwilling to be widowed at such a young age and wants to find someone to remarry. But she's overestimating her own abilities and actually coveting you, Young Master!"
"Young Master, you are a child of destiny, a man of extraordinary talent. You are the eldest son of the Jing family, the future head of the Jing family, and the nephew of the Queen! You are the white clouds in the sky, and this Su Liu'er is the mud on the ground. If you have too much contact with her, this mud will become a stain on you, Young Master!"
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