Chapter 94: To be a plaything, you must have the awareness to be a plaything

The green vegetables that Jiang Shuyao had just put into his mouth felt a bit bitter and he chewed them hard: "What's the matter? We'll see when the time comes. If he shows up, we'll get married. If he doesn't, we won't. Anyway, I've already taken the gift money, and he's so generous." My young master, do you still want to go back? Hahaha..."

Everyone with a discerning eye knew that Jiang Shuyao was laughing and joking to lighten the mood, but the fourth concubine said: "Hey, that's not necessarily true. Back then, it was only a hundred silver dollars..."

"Ahem." Mrs. Jiang rolled her eyes. Only then did the fourth aunt realize that she had said the wrong thing and quickly stopped carrying the plate. "I'll add some sauerkraut. It's delicious."

Jiang Shuyao returned to Qinlou after dinner, and met a child on the way to deliver a letter to Jiang Shuyao.

"Who gave it to you?"

"A big sister."

Jiang Shuyao opened the letter, and the general content was that Lidong's physical condition was not very good, and he was afraid that he would not be able to survive last year. She was very grateful to Jiang Shuyao for her previous help, and said she would leave Lincheng and return to the countryside to spend the last time with Lidong. She is her best friend in Lincheng, thank you very much.

"Alas..." Jiang Shuyao put away the letter and knew how bad Sang Xiaoqiong's situation was without even thinking about it.

Later, she heard that when Mr. Sheng arrived, he saw his beloved nephew having sex with his beloved woman. There were also other younger brothers of his nephew in the factory, and it seemed that they had all done it.

Not to mention how messy and bloody the scene was, Sheng Mingyue was so angry that he vomited a pool of blood on the spot.

That kind of thing happened to Sang Xiaoqiong, Master Sheng will never want her again. It was because she had shot Master Sheng with a bullet before that Master Sheng spared her life, but everything she had was gone.

Jiang Shuyao carefully put away the letter and wanted to ask the little boy Sang Xiaoqiong where he was. When he raised his head, the child had already run away.

In fact, it’s okay if we don’t meet. How can she help if we meet?

Borrow money? She has no money.

Contribute? Not needed at all.

This feeling of powerlessness is terrible.

Jiang Shuyao patted the front seat: "Let's go back to Qin Tower."

Qin Yanchi came back on the third day.

When I came back, I was holding the white coat in my hand. The blood stains on it had been cleaned off. Maybe a lot of effort had been put into it. The small hair balls on the coat had been trimmed, making it even more perfect than when I first got it.

Jiang Shuyao complained in her heart at that time: Qin Yanchi would be really unqualified if he didn't become a laundry girl.

Do you want to say something...

Jiang Shuyao held the storybook in her hand, and before she could swallow the round cake in her mouth, her mind had already gone to study Qin Yanchi's mood.

He made up his mind and said inarticulately: "Young Master..."

"come over."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time. Jiang Shuyao closed his book and walked over: "Master, what are your orders?"

Qin Yanchi looked at Jiang Shuyao without any displeasure, and even rounded his face a little: "I heard that your father went to work in a textile factory again."

Jiang Shuyao became nervous all of a sudden. Instead of swallowing the cake in his mouth, he spat it out: "Young Master, all the mistakes you made are my fault. If you want to be beaten or punished, just look for trouble with me. Fang I was the one who punched Tingyun! I was the one who threw away the clothes! I was the one who set the fire... Oh, no."

I've been a little obsessed with reading the script lately, and I've memorized the wrong lines.

Jiang Shuyao continued: "In short, don't touch the Jiang family. This is what the contract says!"

"Jiang Shuyao, if you be good, I would be willing to treat you better." Qin Yanchi put the clothes in the box and put it in the closet.

Jiang Shuyao was still a little curious about the story of that dress, but she didn't dare...

Qin Yanchi turned around and saw Jiang Shuyao looking at the closet. He couldn't guess what she was thinking based on her expression. He walked over and held the back of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes: "Being a plaything requires the consciousness of being a plaything, understand?"