How could this be possible?
She survived solely because of the young master.
Wherever the young master is, she will be there.
If the young master abandons her because of that Su Jiuci...
She wouldn’t mind, personally eting Su Jiuci herself.
With her head lowered, she returned to the kitchen and soon ca out with a freshly made cup of tea.
And once again, she walked towards Su Yan’s room.
Qin Qingyue carried the tea into the room.
She found Su Jiuci still sitting in the sa position as before.
Bowing his head, motionless.
Qin Qingyue approached Su Jiuci.
She placed the cup of tea in front of Su Jiuci.
"Mr. Su Jiuci, the young master sent to ask when you will be returning."
Su Jiuci’s body stiffened.
The hand resting on his leg trembled.
His head was lowered, but he did not speak.
Qin Qingyue word by word.
"Sir, one should have self-awareness. One can’t just rely on the hoowner’s leniency to stay without leaving their place, don’t you agree?"
As she spoke, she placed the cup of tea in front of Su Jiuci.
"Young Master Su is so busy every day; it’s impossible to always accommodate you. After taking an inch and wanting a foot, the current awkward situation is the result," she said.
Su Jiuci’s figure shook for a mont.
His complexion turned pale, his dark eyelashes trembled lightly, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, yet he still did not speak a word.
Qin Qingyue waited a while and seeing that Su Jiuci still did not speak a word,
she laughed.
"Mr. Su Jiuci, look, it’s just the two of us here. I’m not Young Master Su. Your frail appearance doesn’t fool one bit."
Her gaze shifted to the bowl of smashed duck bone noodle soup on the floor.
To this day, she rembered the mockery and disdain in Su Jiuci’s eyes when he looked at her.
Naturally, she was not deceived by Su Jiuci’s current deanor.
Looking at the duck bones and noodles on the floor, her voice sohow changed
Emphasizing every word,
"Just give ti, I have enough confidence to secure Young Master Su’s heart for myself.
And as for you... Heh, it’s as if he’s dealing with a cherished toy.
When he likes it, of course, he finds everything about it pleasing, but just like what happened just now, once annoyed, this toy of yours will still be abandoned."
Su Jiuci’s head bowed, his face ashen, Lips pressing ever tighter.
All the while, he said nothing.
He just sat there, still as a statue, frozen in place.
Seeing his struck deanor, Qin Qingyue’s aggressive gaze softened.
She said,
"Mr. Su Jiuci, should you finish your al, please leave soon. After all, the relation between the Red Gang and yourself has not reached the point of intimacy where nothing is off-limits."
Having said that, Qin Qingyue walked out.
In her heart, she was almost completely certain.
Her words might not seem that serious to others, but she knew they could definitely pierce Su Jiuci’s heart.
The repressed, eager fervor hidden in Su Jiuci’s gaze toward Young Master Su, and that overbearing possessiveness,
Just one look, and one feels it could burn.
In Su Jiuci’s eyes, she is but a grain of sand.
The more Young Master Su cares for her, the more painfully that grain grinds into him.
Most believe that Su Jiuci is the one recklessly causing trouble, thus giving him control.
But they are wrong.
The control lies with Young Master Su.
If Young Master Su wishes to indulge him, then things are fine as they are.
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