At this moment, Qin Yanchi raised his hand again: "Forget it, let's do it tomorrow."
The subordinate standing in front of Qin Yanchi could only continue to nod: "It's the young master. Thank you young master."
Qin Yanchi chuckled muffledly, and when he turned around, he glanced at the pile of dead shrubs with his peripheral vision.
When Qin Yanchi walked into Qin Tower, Jiang Shuyao finally let out the breath he was holding, almost forgetting that he could breathe.
Jiang Shuyao waited until everyone had dispersed, then leaned against the garden and walked around to the back of the bungalow. After checking around to make sure there was no one around, she flashed back to her house.
Little did he know that Qin Yanchi had already seen clearly on the second floor, and the phone in the room was ringing.
Qin Yanchi picked up the call without making a sound.
The woman over there suppressed her panic and tried to keep her tone calm, but she still couldn't suppress the trembling between the lines: "Master Qin, I wonder how Ming'er's work went?"
"Barely... not bad."
"Thank you, Master Qin. When will she come back?"
"Almost there." After saying that, Qin Yanchi hung up the phone.
Jiang Shuyao returned to the room and opened the letter. The handwriting was beautiful and elegant. The writer was the third concubine.
The general meaning of the letter was that her father Jiang Facheng's leg had not received timely treatment and the wound had worsened. The hospital said that he was now in a coma due to a high fever and was in danger of death. However, the few silver coins that were a drop in the bucket were simply not enough to cover the cost of treatment. No more money could be given. If she pays more, her father will be kicked out of the hospital.
The Jiang family's former textile factory was also well-known in Lincheng. Mrs. Jiang and several other aunts had saved a lot of money before, but now they couldn't afford it.
Jiang Shuyao burned the letter with a kerosene lamp: "It really can be done."
Sleepless night.
Jiang Shuyao got up early the next day, took out a hairpin from the iron box and wiped it over and over again. After cleaning Qin Yanchi's study, he went to the pawn shop to pawn his mother's belongings.
Her mother had loved her father all her life, and she wouldn't blame her if she thought about it. But from now on, the thoughts her mother left for her were gone, and only the IOU she got from her second aunt was left.
"Alas..." Jiang Shuyao put the hairpin into the box, walked to the study room on the second floor and started arranging the books on the table.
Qin Yanchi stood behind her at some point. The absent-minded Jiang Shuyao turned around and was startled: "Qin...Master Qin."
"What bad thing have you done to make you so afraid of me?"
"How...how is it possible?"
Qin Yanchi put one hand on the bookcase and leaned forward: "You didn't do anything wrong. Are you trying to pay the bill?"
Jiang Shuyao put his hands back on the cabinet to steady himself. If he was willing to be with her...then he wouldn't have to take it as his mother's relic. She had no choice but to pawn it.
Is there a difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps?
Have it?
Jiang Shuyao clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms. When she released her hands, she had already made a decision. Holding Qin Yanchi's arm, she closed her eyes and moved toward his lips.
When Jiang Shuyao's lips were about to fall on Qin Yanchi's lips, he turned his head away, grabbed her hand with his backhand, raised it, and put it against the cabinet: "Jiang Shuyao, I changed my mind."
Jiang Shuyao's face turned red, her heart was full of embarrassment, but she didn't dare to refute him.
She wanted to take her hand out, but he still held it tightly, so she simply gave up the struggle and let him control her: "You have the final say whether you want to borrow Master Qin's money or not."
"Heh, let alone borrow it, I can give it to you. But, how about marrying me?"
"Ha..." Jiang Shuyao laughed.
