After all, he is her creditor, her ’master’. She keeps saying she knows her place, but wasn’t there that one ti she angered the Young Master to death?!
"Girl, Uncle Quan believes in you. When you said you wanted to make ands, Uncle Quan already knew you were a good girl." I sincerely hope the Young Master can recognize his own heart, don’t dwell on those superficial judgnts about matching family status.
Because happiness doesn’t distinguish between status or divide people; as long as two hearts can fatefully co together, that’s the happiness they need to cherish.
Happiness is about experiencing the bits and pieces of life, and the various trivial matters.
Xia Qingqian and Uncle Quan, like a pair of grandfather and granddaughter, knelt and chatted, delightedly relaxed. Uncle Quan hadn’t felt this kind of feeling for a long ti and couldn’t recall when he last felt it.
And she also felt this was her first ti experiencing this feeling in her life, a sense of family. She never saw her own grandfather, but she found a familial feeling in Uncle Quan.
A very close and warm feeling.
"Girl, you must strive for everything on your own. It’s your happiness, you must hold onto it firmly. Uncle Quan can see the Young Master’s feelings for you, and you have a different emotion for the Young Master as well." Uncle Quan stood up after speaking, yawned, "Uncle Quan is tired, going back to the room to rest now, girl, you also rest early."
Staring vacantly at Uncle Quan’s smile in a daze, Xia Qingqian felt as if her heart was squeezed tightly by soone.
Can the kind of unseen relationship between her and the Young Master lead to happiness?
"Uncle Quan, the Young Master hasn’t co back yet." Xia Qingqian said in a trance, watching Uncle Quan’s figure.
"Young Master will naturally co back after finishing his tasks. You rest early." Uncle Quan yawned repeatedly, "You see, Uncle Quan is full of drowsiness."
"Good night, Uncle Quan!" Xia Qingqian called out.
She sat in the spacious living room where even the faintest sound echoes, the house was so large, yet filled with a profound solitude.
Though the Young Master lived a noble life, aside from Ye Feng and many servants, he really had no family by his side. She had only seen Beitang Huan, the Young Master’s sister, but they seed not to get along well.
This shows that the Young Master is soone who lacks love, lacks warmth; he doesn’t know how to take care of others, nor does he need to consider others’ feelings.
The Young Master’s cold nature was not groundless; it was all influenced by a specific environnt.
"Miss Xia, it’s already ten o’clock, rest early; if Young Master returns and sees you not resting, he will surely bla Maria." Maria said, as she watched TV, dozing off, looking at the hands of the antique clock, yawning repeatedly, and speaking in a fatigued manner.
"Hmm, okay." In truth, she wanted to say she could wait for the Young Master’s return before sleeping, but seeing Maria, who was tired all day, she didn’t have the heart to let Maria stay with her and sit idly.
Upon hearing Xia Qingqian’s response, Maria quickly turned off the power and imdiately got up, attending to Xia Qingqian as she returned to her room. Maria brought pillows and blankets, and as soon as she touched the bed, the quiet room filled with rhythmic snores.
Xia Qingqian tossed and turned, unable to sleep, possibly because she had been sleeping intermittently for the past two days. She lay in bed without any sleepiness.
She silently cursed in her heart, wondering where the Young Master and Ye Feng had gone, what important tasks required attending to at night? If it was a company matter, the company was already closed.
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