However, it would be better not to ntion Miss Rebecca’s issue.
Xing Chen’s footsteps halted at this mont, his dark eyes sinking in displeasure, "Didn’t give out orders about Xiangsi’s identity?"
"Madam gave orders before she left, but they said... said that the future wife of the Young Master is Miss Rebecca, and our Young Madam..." Rui’er dared not continue.
Xing Chen cast a cold glance over, frightening Rui’er into a shiver, "said that our Young Madam is nothing..."
Silence ensued for a long while. Rui’er thought that the Young Master wouldn’t speak again and was about to look up when she heard the Young Master’s deep and restrained voice.
"The ones taking care of Rebecca?"
"Yes..." Rui’er felt suffocated by the overwhelming presence, "There is one called Lina..."
Having already said it, she figured she might as well ntion Lina’s na, hoping the Young Master would stand up for the Young Madam.
Despite having only spent half a day with her, Rui’er felt the newly arrived wife had a rare good temper and was genuinely a good person.
It seed Xing Chen didn’t want to hear more, he directly commanded, "Order them to dismiss all three."
This implied to dismiss the three individuals who had displeased Xiangsi.
Rui’er was delighted to hear this, and she nodded rapidly, "Yes, Young Master, I will go find the butler imdiately!"
Xing Chen nodded and then continued walking upstairs.
Entering the bedroom, he imdiately saw Ran Xiangsi curled up on the spacious bed.
Whenever she slept alone, she always kept this infant-like curled position.
Perhaps being alone made her feel too lonely, and she used this position to protect herself?
Xing Chen softened his steps, fearing to wake her.
He walked slowly to the bedside, bent down, and gently stroked her temple with his tender fingers.
She slept peacefully, her breathing steady, resembling a fairy tale princess in slumber, so beautiful and ethereal that it made one’s heart race with just one glance.
After quietly watching her for a while, Xing Chen got up and went to the bathroom.
When he ca out again, he realized that Ran Xiangsi had woken up at so point and was now sitting by the bed, looking out at the dark night through the window.
"Did I wake you?" Xing Chen raised an eyebrow, wiping his wet short hair with a snowy white towel, and walked to Xiangsi’s side.
Upon hearing Xing Chen’s familiar voice, Xiangsi suddenly turned her head.
What she saw were his deep, dark eyes and his exceptionally handso face.
She instinctively smiled, "You’re back."
As she spoke, she took the towel from his hand and began to rub his hair.
Xing Chen did not refuse, allowing her to do it.
As he closed his eyes, he suddenly asked, "In the afternoon at ho, did you feel any discomfort?"
"No... Luckily, I’ve lived abroad for a long ti before, so my adaptability is pretty good." Xiangsi glossed over his question, not ntioning the unpleasantness she experienced in the garden that afternoon.
Seeing her avoidance, Xing Chen’s brows furrowed slightly. He was about to ask her directly when he saw her suddenly lean in, worriedly staring at his arm.
"Did you take a shower? Did the wound get wet?" Ran Xiangsi asked, noticing so blood stains seeping through the bandage on Xing Chen’s arm. Her softly shimring eyes were filled with concern.
"It’s nothing." Xing Chen exerted a slight force, trying to pull his arm back.
This little issue was nothing to him.
But Xiangsi didn’t give up, she held onto his hand and suddenly beca serious.
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