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"Go away, go away..." After hearing the sound of the door opening, Shen Qingyou buried her head between her knees and waved her arms.
"Sister, I've ironed your clothes for you!"
Huh, it was the voice of an old woman. Shen Qingyou lifted her tear-filled eyes from between her knees and saw a kind-looking woman holding her clothes. What was going on?
"Sister, I am the housekeeper, Aunt Fang. While I was changing your clothes, I also helped to dry your wet ones!" Aunt Fang walked over to the bed and placed the clothes down, then turned back to Shen Qingyou, who was curled up in the corner. Although she was confused about what had happened between the couple, as a servant, she had the self-awareness to know what to ask and what not to ask.
"Who... who was it that changed my clothes just now?" Shen Qingyou looked at Aunt Fang in shock. Was it this old woman who had changed her clothes? Then that meant she...
Thinking of this, Shen Qingyou couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She had misjudged the situation, and she recalled Qing Cang's fierce expression from earlier; her skin prickled with fear. That man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"Yes, otherwise who did you think it was?" Aunt Fang noticed the changing colors on Shen Qingyou's face and pondered for a moment. It seemed this sister thought it was the young master who had changed her clothes and was angry about it? Realizing this possibility, Aunt Fang's lips curled into a satisfied smile. It appeared that this girl was indeed different from other women who had interacted with the young master; those women were eager to climb into his bed.
"I... I..."
Shen Qingyou's tongue felt tied. After Aunt Fang left, she put on her clothes but didn't know how to step out of the room. After hesitating for a long time, she finally steeled herself and walked out, approaching Qing Cang. Her hands nervously twisted back and forth. "I’m sorry... for what happened earlier!"
"What are you saying? I didn't hear you..." Qing Cang turned his head away irritably, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at her anxious face. A sweet feeling surged within him again; she actually apologized to him first?
"I'm sorry..." Shen Qingyou repeated herself, this time raising her voice slightly: "And thank you!" Spotting her handbag by the entrance, she hurried over and pulled out her phone. The screen was completely black; thankfully, it had run out of battery and shut off. Otherwise, if Yuan Mufang found out she was in a man's house, there would be no way to clear her name.
Seeing her look so nervous, several black lines appeared on Qing Cang's forehead. Was she that worried about her husband? But where was he? She hadn't returned for so long that she hadn't even made a phone call?
"Thank you for tonight, I'm going home!" She glanced at her watch; it was already three in the early morning. She had never stayed out all night before.
"How are you getting back? Do you even know where you are right now?" Qing Cang stood up while speaking, picking up the car keys from the table. "Let me drive you home!"
"No, no, really, it's fine!" Shen Qingyou shook her head vigorously. She didn't want to provoke this man too much.
"Fine? You can't get a taxi at this hour; do you want to walk home?" Qing Cang was quite angry at Shen Qingyou's refusal. Did she really want to cut ties with him so desperately?
Without thinking, he grabbed Shen Qingyou's hand and walked toward the garage. He was upset, and as Shen Qingyou sat in the passenger seat, she stole glances at Qing Cang's stern face. In her heart, she reached a conclusion: Shen Qingyou didn't realize that in the moment she turned her head, his previously sharp gaze softened immensely as it swept across her face.
"Um, turn left at the traffic light ahead."
"Shut up, I know how to get there!"
Huh? How did he know where she lived? Confusion filled Shen Qingyou's dark eyes, but his displeased tone reminded her not to provoke this man's anger; hadn't she already tried that? Instinctively, Shen Qingyou covered her lips with her hand, recalling the place where he had brushed past her, feeling a lingering fear.
The car drove along the road.
Shen Qingyou looked out the window at the street view; the colorful neon lights flashed by in a hurried manner.
"Just drop me off here!"
At the entrance of her apartment complex, Shen Qingyou suggested that this would be enough. However, Qing Cang seemed not to hear her and drove toward her building. Even though it was only a few meters to walk at this late hour, he still couldn't let go of his concern. The car slowly stopped in front of Shen Qingyou's building. She got out of the car and flashed a grateful smile at Qing Cang. "Thank you so much!"
Just as Shen Qingyou was about to turn around, a sudden shadow rushed out from the hallway, its face twisted in a fierce expression as it charged towards Shen Qingyou, gripping her tightly with both hands, reeking of alcohol...
The bloodshot eyes stared intensely at Qing Cang beside Shen Qingyou, as a storm was about to break...
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