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“Tide!” Qin'er frowned and shot her a glare. They were currently fleeing, and if they drew too much attention, it would be difficult to escape with their lives. That was why she warned her with such intensity.
Seeing Qin'er glaring at her, Tide felt a bit wronged. In the past, she had received praise from Grandma, Aunt Zhang, and Erwa for her sister's cooking skills, and they would all say how good she was. Why was Qin'er not only scolding her now but also glaring at her? What had she done wrong?
Qing Luan naturally noticed them and shook her head with a sigh as she walked over. “She’s just a child; what do you expect to change by yelling at her?” Qing Luan lightly reprimanded Qin'er before comforting Tide. “Sister Qin'er isn’t angry with you, Little Tide. She’s just worried that if you say how good her cooking is, everyone will want to take you away from her.”
“No, no! Tide doesn’t want to be separated from sister!” Upon hearing this, Tide forgot all her grievances and quickly wrapped her arms around Qing Luan's neck, holding on as if she would never let go, which was quite amusing.
“So, Tide needs to listen and not say things carelessly, okay?” Qing Luan leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“Mm, I remember!” Tide nodded seriously, indicating that she truly understood.
“This is our secret; don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Children love feeling respected and treated like adults; it makes them more determined to keep secrets.
“Got it!” At that moment, the little one’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Hu Lingyun watched them whispering for a while and felt curious. The older girl’s expression was calm with a hint of mystery in her eyes, while the younger one kept nodding enthusiastically with bright eyes and an adorable expression, making Hu Lingyun even more intrigued.
“Miss…” The Boss approached with a smile after overhearing the little girl’s words. “Could you…?”
Qing Luan understood his meaning but didn’t answer directly. Instead, she leaned closer to whisper a few words in his ear. The Boss’s face darkened, and he hurriedly turned away without saying another word. Hu Lingyun noticed this and felt curious but didn’t ask further since the little girls had started munching on steamed buns and drinking meat soup again.
After paying for the buns, Qin'er and Qing Luan took Tide into town while Hu Lingyun’s inquisitive gaze followed them until they disappeared from sight.
“Boss,” after they were out of sight, Hu Lingyun quickly inquired about what she had just said to Boss. “What did that girl say to you?”
“Well…” Boss hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed. After a pause, he stammered, “She said my temple is too small. Heh, this girl is quite something. I feel like she has a strong presence; even when she’s dirty and disheveled, she won’t bow down. She holds her head high even when asking for a bowl of soup. It’s really something!”
After hearing his words, Hu Lingyun didn’t ask anything further, but Boss’s comments resonated with his thoughts—this girl was neither arrogant nor humble. Despite her disheveled appearance, it was clear she had escaped from somewhere, yet her expression showed no signs of fear or panic typical of a child; instead, there was only calmness and composure. The two people accompanying her—the older one was likely a maid and appeared flustered, while the younger one was probably her sister, hence the pampering.
He made a mysterious gesture with his hand and then lowered his head to slowly sip the mutton soup—after he finished the gesture, an inconspicuous figure hurriedly followed the few silhouettes.
In the capital, at Chen Residence.
“Is everything taken care of?” At this moment, Aunt Huang, now the mistress of Chen Residence, stared coldly at the man in black across from her.
“All the villagers are dead; there were only two girls. We chased them up the mountain but didn’t find anyone. However, we found torn clothing by the cliff; they probably fell into the sea in their panic!” The man in black reported everything in detail.
“That’s good. Hmph, I can’t let her come back and ruin my reputation,” Aunt Huang thought back to how Chen Qingluan had insisted that Fourth Miss of Chen Family was already dead. Chen Residence publicly claimed that Fourth Miss Chen had died of illness, so there could not be any unexpected appearances after she took control of Chen Residence. “Alright, you may leave!”
The man in black slightly bowed before turning to leave.
Meanwhile, Huang (Aunt Huang) was thinking: The Zhu Clan had already been sent back to Zhu Family, and the future marriages of those twin sisters depended on her. If one of them displeased her, she would let them taste the pain of being Aunt Huang and take revenge for how she had been bullied in the past.
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