Returning to Zhixingyuan, Jiang Yunzhuo began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. Huarong ignored Huarong's questions about what he was looking for.
After a while, Jiang Yunzhuo asked Huarong: "Have you touched anything in the house?"
His eyes were cold, and his words were filled with anger. The storm was coming, and the lingering relationship of the past few days was instantly torn to pieces.
"It is true that the house is being taken care of by slaves these days, but the slaves have not moved the positions of these items. Before the slaves, only Sui Feng could enter and exit the young master's house."
"A piece of ink is missing from my desk."
The men in Uncle Zhongyong's mansion were all in the military, and they mostly read military books. They rarely used pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Jiang Yunzhuo rarely read or wrote. Suddenly he asked about a piece of ink, which showed that the ink had an extraordinary origin.
But Hua Rong had never seen this piece of ink in Jiang Yunzhuo's room. It must have been secretly taken out of the house by Sui Feng and sold.
She thought for a while and said: "There are too many things, and I can't remember them at the moment. However, after I arrived at the Zhixing Courtyard, I counted the items in the house with the steward. There is a booklet with the steward. I can tell the young master when I bring it." .”
Jiang Yunzhuo did not refuse, so Huarong went to the manager to get the booklet.
When she came back, she saw Cai Die kneeling on the ground trembling all over. The room was in a mess, and Jiang Yunzhuo had smashed a lot of things.
The atmosphere in the room was condensed. Huarong vaguely guessed what happened, but she stepped forward with her usual expression and handed the booklet to Jiang Yunzhuo.
"Master, please take a look."
Jiang Yunzhuo did not take the booklet, but raised his eyes to look at the beautiful face.
The eyes were extremely cold, and if there was any substance, they would pierce the skin and cause pain.
Huarong lowered her head, bowed her waist, and held the booklet humbly and respectfully.
This posture looks easy, but in fact it takes a lot of energy. Huarong only stood for a while, and her lower back and hands began to feel sore.
She called out in a low voice: "Master."
The voice was soft and soft, with the same hint of coquettishness as before.
But this time Jiang Yunzhuo didn't feel distressed. Instead, he sneered, took the booklet in Huarong's hand and threw it heavily in her face.
"As soon as I arrived at Zhixingyuan, I took inventory of the things in my house and even dismissed my personal servant without saying a word. Do you really think you can treat me like a monkey by just showing off your coquettishness?!"
Jiang Yunzhuo used all his strength and his words were very vicious, Huarong's face was burning.
He knelt down and said in a low voice: "The young master values love and justice. If he knew that Sui Feng had been secretly stealing the property in the young master's house, he would definitely be very sad. I deliberately concealed it in the hope that the young master would not be sad for someone who is not worthy of it."
"Oh, you still dare to quibble, I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Jiang Yunzhuo grabbed Huarong's collar and dragged her inside.
His anger was raging, and his movements were rough, not caring at all whether it would hurt Huarong.
Caidi was frightened by Jiang Yunzhuo's dark aura and opened her mouth, but did not dare to plead for Huarong.
After a while, the sound of clothes being torn was heard from inside.
The torture lasted for two full hours. After it was over, Huarong was casually thrown to the ground.
Jiang Yunzhuo put on his clothes, kicked her and ordered: "Go back to Ningxinyuan."
After saying this, Jiang Yunzhuo walked away.
After lying on the ground for a while, Huarong had the strength to get up and put on her clothes shivering.
Going around the screen, Cai Die was still there, and Hua Rong calmly ordered: "Open all the windows for ventilation, change the sheets and quilts, prepare sobering soup, and ask Xiao Wu to take people to find the young master. Don't disturb other people in the house. .”
Her voice was hoarse, her face was devoid of any color, and her delicate neck was covered with bruises and was shaky.
Like a flower that has been ravaged by strong winds and rain, it will soon wither.
Cadie asked cautiously: "Sister Huarong, are you okay?"
"fine."
