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Many years later, Cheng Mosu would still remember this day. The sky was drizzling lightly, the raindrops falling onto her snow-white skin, a refreshing sensation slowly sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her heart. A slight sting spread throughout her body with the circulation of blood, lingering in her mind and refusing to dissipate. She had been frail since childhood, feeling extremely uncomfortable whenever it rained.
Almost all the servants in the manor had been summoned by Afu, and a group of them walked towards the woodshed.
Inside the house, the low moans of men and women intertwined in her ears. Cheng Mosu frowned slightly, her eyes misted over as she slowly turned to Liu Butler. Having followed the young lady for many years, Liu Butler naturally understood that she meant for him to go in first to probe the situation. However, he hated Shaoyi with a burning passion; it was not as simple as just probing. He pointed at Afu and A Gui and said, "You two go in! Beat him up!"
Upon hearing this, Afu and A Gui became even more energized, rolling up their sleeves and charging inside with a vengeance.
The sounds of screams echoed from the woodshed. Liu Butler's wrinkled face broke into a meaningful smile. "Hit him hard! Don't stop!" Cheng Mosu quietly watched everything unfold. She couldn't believe that Shaoyi could do such things, but the evidence was right before her eyes. She smiled; she had originally thought coming here would be in vain, but it turned out to be just as Afu had said.
"Stop hitting!" came a piercing scream from inside. "Stop! Dad! It's me!"
Liu Butler smirked; this Shaoyi usually acted so high and mighty, but now that trouble had come, he knew to call for his father. Hmph, too late! "Keep hitting! Don't stop!"
In the darkness, Afu and A Gui received their orders and became even more vigorous. The screams inside grew louder. "Dad! It's really me! I... I'm Wen Tang!"
"Nonsense! You are Wen Tang?" Liu Butler scoffed derisively. "Pah! Do you think I'm a three-year-old? How could I fall for your trick?!" Wait... no... that voice... Liu Butler's heart jolted; this wasn't Shaoyi's voice; it seemed to really be... "Stop!" Liu Butler's heart raced as he rushed inside, pushing aside Afu and A Gui and turning on the light.
Qingyin's shoulders were slightly exposed as she turned around in shock; how could it be Liu Butler's son, Liu Wentang? At that moment, Liu Wentang was beaten black and blue, looking utterly disheveled, completely unrecognizable from his usual glamorous self. Liu Butler immediately slapped Afu and A Gui twice across the face. "You two beasts! Can't you see clearly before you act?!"
Cheng Mosu walked in, tightening her snow fur coat, her voice as cold as ice. "Does Liu Butler mean that if it's not Liu Wentang, it's fine to act recklessly?" She fixed her icy gaze on Liu Butler, calm and composed, her chilling stare scrutinizing everyone in the room.
"Miss... I..." Liu Butler's mind froze under her gaze, unable to come up with an appropriate response. Cheng Mosu's rose-colored lips curled slightly as she stepped towards Qingyin gracefully despite her emotional turmoil. She reached out to help Qingyin up; her expression remained as cold as ice, but her voice was warm like a bright spring breeze. "Come on, Qingyin, tell me what happened here."
Qingyin, usually eloquent, was now flustered under Cheng Mosu's imposing presence, almost ready to spill the truth. However, she knew she couldn't say that. Crimson Phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, her delicate voice trembling, "I... I was forced. I was here enjoying the rain when Liu Shao suddenly picked me up and threw me into the woodshed, and then... then you came over, Miss." She couldn't reveal that it was Liu Butler's orders; otherwise, she would also be implicated. She could only shift all the blame onto Liu Wentang alone. But she remembered clearly that the handkerchief had already been given to Shaoyi! Could it be... A cruel smile blossomed on her crimson lips. Yes, Shaoyi must have seen through their plan and turned it against them.
Shaoyi... what kind of person are you? Qingyin bit her lip in frustration.
Cheng Mosu's gaze slowly shifted away from her to Afu. "Afu, you said you saw Shaoyi and Qingyin, but it seems you were mistaken."
Afu was already terrified and had no time to think; she simply followed Cheng Mosu's lead. "Miss is right! Afu... saw wrong!"
Cheng Mosu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly as she casually brushed her inky hair. "Uncle Liu, the situation is quite clear." Her voice paused briefly before her brows knitted together again. "Liu Butler must know a thing or two about the connection between yesterday's events and today's." She slowly approached Liu Butler, a fresh floral scent wafting with her, her Water Eyes revealing an unyielding coldness and understanding. "Both Afu and Qingyin pointed fingers at Wentang; this must not be false. Normally, a common servant would be kicked out of the house for such accusations, but considering Liu Wentang is your son, Uncle Liu, I will show leniency."
"Miss! I'm innocent! I was set up! This handkerchief was given to me by Shaoyi, who said Qingyin wanted to meet me in the woodshed! I..." Liu Wentang hurriedly explained.
Cheng Mosu turned her delicate neck and smiled gently. "Oh? Are you saying you were framed?" Liu Wentang nodded vigorously. Cheng Mosu's smile became even more enchanting. "If you hadn't harbored ill intentions, you wouldn't have been framed at all. He asked you to come, and you came willingly; this shows you had ulterior motives towards Qingyin. Have you forgotten the rules of Cheng Residence?!" Her voice grew increasingly stern, making it hard to believe such authority came from a fourteen-year-old girl. The entire room fell silent in fear.
"Liu Wentang has violated family rules; considering Liu Butler's position, he will only be stripped of his duties and not expelled." Cheng Mosu cast a casual glance at Liu Butler. "Uncle Liu, do you have any objections?"
At this point, it was self-inflicted! Liu Butler's hatred for Shaoyi intensified. The young lady had shown leniency; he could only swallow his grievances and suffer in silence. "The young lady has been very forgiving towards Wentang; as an old servant, I dare not think of anything else but to thank and obey."
"Very well." Cheng Mosu nodded with beauty and sweetness in her voice. "Wentang, your position in Cheng Residence is to handle finances and manage books; from now on, I will take over your financial duties. As for the Library affairs..." She recalled those cold and proud eyes. "Let Shaoyi handle that." Liu Wentang was taken aback and dared not voice any objections. Cheng Mosu continued, "Considering that you truly like Qingyin and even risked breaking family rules for her sake, I will grant Qingyin to you!"
Upon hearing this, all three were shocked. Qingyin naturally did not want this; Liu Wentang felt both joy and surprise—he had long coveted Qingyin. Although he didn't understand why Miss Bai was doing this, the outcome wasn't bad either. Liu Butler's mood sank to rock bottom, feeling utterly hopeless.
Cheng Mosu's gentle voice continued, "After marriage, you'll move out. Qingyin has grown up with me since childhood; although she is a servant, Cheng Residence treats her well. You can move out but still hold a position in Cheng Residence; I think handling correspondence would suit you well." Liu Butler felt a tightening in his chest; although the young lady spoke of leniency, it effectively meant expelling both his son and Qingyin from Cheng Residence. He looked up at Cheng Mosu, who still wore a calm smile as if nothing had changed—pure as a lotus flower, elegant as an orchid, proud as a plum blossom.
The rain finally stopped, and after handling matters in the mansion that evening, she found herself unable to sleep.
Cheng Mosu wrapped herself in a thin shawl of moonlight and unknowingly walked to the side courtyard. The leaves had already fallen all over the ground. Only Shaoyi lived here, and he must have been asleep by now, which meant she could play for a while. A charming smile appeared on Cheng Mosu's lips as she began to dance among the scattered leaves. Her delicate feet crunched the fallen leaves, creating a soft rustling sound that mingled with the hazy moonlight, making her look enchanting and lively.
What she didn't know was that Shaoyi had not rested; at that moment, he was watching her through the window, observing her erratic dance steps and listening to her gentle and melodious voice. After a long time without smiling, a rebellious grin slowly formed on his lips.
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