Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Early the next morning, Xiaofeng stretched and opened the door.

Breathe in the refreshing feeling that only comes in the morning, and expel the stale air from the night.

Before she could clean the shop, someone came in at the door.

This person had a bun on her head as a woman's attire, and a jade pendant hanging from her waist, which swayed every time she moved.

There was no discernible expression on his face, and he looked around as soon as he entered the door.

Xiaofeng recognized this man. He came to Jie Xige frequently to take care of business. His only hobby was to inquire about information.

Usually when I come here, besides buying things, I just want to talk to someone. Many people are attracted to her.

It seems that he came with something new this time.

She was about to ask when another person came behind her, panting and wearing clothes with narrow sleeves.

At this moment, she was bending over and covering her forehead, saying in distress: "Madam, please slow down."

The woman turned around and said helplessly: "Did the person who deserved the scolding ask you to follow me? Didn't I tell him that I would go back after a while?"

The maid lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "The master saw that the slave was cleaning the house and did not follow you, so he scolded the slave. The slave hurriedly and slowly caught up with him with great difficulty."

The lady took out a handkerchief and wiped the man's sweat with distress: "Look at how tired we are, wipe it quickly."

Xiaofeng watched the excitement from the sidelines. These two people were from the Zhao family. Although Mr. Zhao worried about his wife's whereabouts all day long, he did not dare to say a word "no" to her face.

The maid was by his side to serve them, so it was probably quite helpless to watch them play with each other all day long.

"Mrs. Zhao comes to see the powder."

Mrs. Zhao stuffed the handkerchief into the maid's hand, turned around, glanced behind her, and asked, "Isn't Miss Ji here?"

She shook her head: "A Tao drank too much tea last night and went to bed very late. He is still not awake yet."

Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled Xiaofeng aside and said, "It's okay as long as she's not here. I'm just afraid that she'll feel bad when she hears this."

Xiaofeng looked at her hurriedly: "What happened?"

Mrs. Zhao sighed, pointed outside and said: "I slept late last night, and when I got up in the middle of the night, I heard some noise outside, and I wondered what was going on.

"Get the boss up and go out together to take a look. Unexpectedly, it's bright outside and there are several people from Mingxin Mansion running around with torches."

Xiaofeng frowned when he heard this: "Are you looking for someone?"

After saying that, she felt a thump in her heart. Ji Huatao had just said not long ago that no one could imagine that Ji Huayan was going crazy. Could it be related to her?

Sure enough, when Mrs. Zhao heard this, she clapped her hands fiercely: "No. The head of the house dragged someone to ask, but the person hesitated and refused to say anything, and told us to go back and rest quickly."

She said angrily: "Tell me, who can still sleep when something happens? Even when you fall asleep, you are thinking about this in your dreams. Miss Xiaofeng, do you think this is true?"

Xiaofeng, who was nominated, smiled and nodded in agreement.

"I couldn't ask what else to do. I was really dreaming when I went back to sleep.

"Before dawn, I woke up the manager and asked him to go out and ask what was going on.

"When he came back and told me, I really didn't expect it. The eldest girl from the Ji family went out all night last night and there is no sign of her yet. Also missing is the young master from the Sheng family."

Xiaofeng took a sharp breath and guessed: "The two of them are..."

Mrs. Zhao sighed. She could guess any situation and it would never sound nice to say it.

She glanced back again, and then said "Yo".

"Miss Ming, you get up early."

There was a sound from the door at the back, Xiaofeng turned around and saw Ming Huaying closing the door.

The clothes on his body were a little loose, revealing the corners of his underwear. His fair fingers rearranged the collar, and his hands were wrapped around his body. The originally loose clothes were suddenly tied up by a belt, making his waist extra slender.

His face looked hazy as if he had just woken up early in the morning, and the small strands of hair on his forehead looked dazed after being wet.

There were traces of water on her eyelashes that had not been wiped dry. She didn't react when she opened the door and saw the person. She straightened her hair that was not tied up and closed the door.

She said: "Mrs. Zhao came early."

Mrs. Zhao didn't dare to take a closer look at her eyes, which seemed to be seductive. They just looked away at her in a hurry.

He said hello nonchalantly and said it again in the same tone, adding at the end: "You can't let Miss Ji know this, right? No one from the Ji family came to see her when she came here. This time her sister is so powerful, I'm afraid..."

Ming Huaying shook her head and reassured: "It's nothing."

Ji Huatao already knows how the Ji family behaves. Even if he cannot accept it, he must learn to treat it with a normal mind.

Having finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao didn't want to say any more. She straightened her sleeves and said, "That's it, as long as you know. I've disturbed you so early, so I'll go back first."

"If so." Ming Huaying walked her to the door and took down a jar of something from the cabinet. "Thank you, madam, for informing me about this. Please take the Anshenxiang, so that you won't have any more disturbing dreams when you go to sleep."

Mrs. Zhao smiled happily, took her things and walked away with light steps.

As soon as the person left, the Jie Xi Pavilion became quiet for an instant, and Ming Huaying's face was gloomy and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Xiaofeng didn't know what to do. Seeing that she looked wrong, he stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeves, calling in a low voice: "Sister Aying."

Ming Huaying came back to her senses but looked outside the door in the direction where Mrs. Zhao was walking. After a long time, she slowly said: "I'll call A Tao, and we'll talk about this after dinner."

Let's say that when Mrs. Zhao returned home with her maid, the concierge saw someone coming back from a distance and hurriedly sent someone to deliver the message.

He lowered his head and wiped away the sweat after people passed by the door intently.

"Uncle Zhao, are you feeling unwell?"

The porter was startled by the sudden sound. He looked up and saw a smiling person. Who else could it be if it wasn't the maid next to the madam.

He forced a smile: "No, no. Maybe it's because it's hot."

The maid looked in the direction of Madam Zhao, nodded as if in approval: "That's right. Madam doesn't like the heat the most."

There was something in her words, and the concierge's face was filled with sadness, and wrinkles were squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

He sighed and hesitated to speak, and finally turned away and waved his hands.

It's not just the servants like them who are having trouble with their master.

Mrs. Zhao walked into the main hall, and the irritability in her heart surrounded her and floated into the surrounding air.

As soon as he stood at the door, the person who was sitting there stood up in surprise and said, "Madam is back. Let's finish talking about everything. Come over and have dinner."

Mrs. Zhao looked at his movements with cold eyes. When she stood up, she didn't feel natural at all. The surprise on her face that looked so petty was something she had practiced countless times.

However, he still let him pull her to the seat, took the small bowl, but had no intention of eating.

Mrs. Zhao called her maid: "Bring the chili noodles."

"Madam." The maid stood at the door in disbelief, and could only do so under pressure.

Mr. Zhao looked at her and did not dare to move. He called in a low voice: "Husband, madam."

He watched helplessly as Mrs. Zhao opened the lid and filled a spoon full of red chili noodles.

The hand holding the spoon reached directly in front of him without stopping at all.

Mr. Zhao did not dare to delay any longer and said quickly: "Madam, please spare your life."