Old lady Qu returned to her room. When she passed by Qu Jingwan’s room, she saw the housekeeper kneeling on the floor to clean up the mess and frowned. “Jingwan isn’t eating?”
“That’s right, Madam. Do you want to persuade Miss? Her body won’t be able to take it if this goes on. She’s still so young; she really shouldn’t be like this.”
“So what? She’s the one who committed this sin. She’s the only one who can help her pay for it. Since she doesn’t want it, then don’t specially cook it and send it to her. Don’t cook for her anymore. If she thinks it through, she’ll come down to eat by herself. Don’t bother about her anymore.”
Old lady Qu lifted her feet and walked over to a clean spot.
“Madam…”
The nanny wanted to say something but did not continue. She only looked at Old lady Qu’s back view and then turned to look at the room’s door. She sighed softly in her heart as though she was thinking about what kind of life she would face next.
“Miss, if only you didn’t do so many wrong things. That way, Old Master and Madam wouldn’t have to lock you up at home for so many days.”
Although the housekeeper found her pitiful, she did not have much say in the Qu family and could not make any decision. Since Old lady Qu told her not to cook for Qu Jingwan, she really did not cook for her anymore.
“Hey, go check where Ji Ziming is now. I want to find him.”
Returning to her room, Old lady Qu called her close aide. Her voice was low but serious.
“Yes, Madam,”
The close aide hung up and immediately put on his clothes. Sire Nine, who was lying beside him, looked up at him and said in a low voice, “I can tell that Old lady Qu likes you a lot.”
“Sire Nine, I’m bought by her now. As long as it is a request by her, I can’t reject it.”
The close aide looked at Sire Nine coldly as though he was looking at his superior.
“Well said. Then hurry up and go. Don’t make this old lady wait for you. Also, remember to bring me some osmanthus cake when you come back. The type that just came out of the pot smells the best.”
Sire Nine closed his eyes gently. It was as if he could already smell the fragrance of the osmanthus flower. It was the best time.
The people he liked, the people he disliked, the people he loved, and the people he hated were all gone when the osmanthus fragrance wafted in the air. His world seemed to have quietened down and he started to feel lonely.
Other than the Tibetan Mastiff, the only other person who accompanied him now was his close aide, who looked young but was full of scars.
It was as if he could see himself in his close aide when he was younger. If he were ten years younger, he would definitely be more handsome than this man. He would definitely be the number one in the Darkness Empire.
It would simply be because of Sire Nine’s fame.
“Yes, Sire Nine.”
The close aide quickly put on his clothes and nodded respectfully to Sire Nine before opening the door and walking out.
The sunlight on the road seemed to pierce through his skin. He was not afraid of the dark, but he had always been afraid of the sunlight. It was precisely because of this sunlight that it was like a dagger with light, stabbing deeply into every corner of his body, every inch of his skin, every inch of his hair. He could not reject it.
It was impossible to reject it either.
Zhang Manhua and Qu Xiujie brought the three children for a stroll to a shopping mall that was half an hour’s drive away from home. They pushed two trolleys to the shelves to choose some daily necessities and fresh vegetables.
Zhang Manhua suddenly recalled that someone had already filled up the fridge with the freshest vegetables, fruits, and meat this morning. Even if she bought them now, she would not have anywhere to store them but she still chose a lot of things to put in the trolley.
Butler Charlie followed behind Zhang Manhua and touched the gold card in his hands. This was given to him by his master the night before they left. He told him that if madam wanted to buy something, this gold card could be used indefinitely.
“Xiujie, what do you want to buy? Our house doesn’t seem to lack anything.”
“Grandma, I want that princess doll,” Zhang Manhua asked as Ran Ran popped her head out from the cart.
Looking in the direction Ran Ran was pointing, it was a pink Barbie princess.
“Don’t you already have one in your room?”
Zhang Manhua recalled that she had given Ran Ran a new pink Barbie princess, so how did it disappear so quickly?
“But grandma, this Barbie princess is bigger and prettier. I only want this one.”
Ran Ran acted cutesy and looked at Zhang Manhua, then at Qu Xiujie. When she saw Butler Charlie behind Zhang Manhua, she pouted and called out cutely, “Uncle Charlie, can you buy one for me?”
If not for the fact that Ran Ran was still a distance away from Charlie, she would probably be tugging on his clothes and acting cute.
“Madam, this…”
Charlie did not have experience with children, but when he saw Ran Ran acting cute, he suddenly liked her.
“Okay, grandma will buy it for you.”
Zhang Manhua said with a smile as she pushed the trolley to the Barbie princess’ side. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed prettier and bigger than the Barbie princess in Ran Ran’s room.
“Grandma, I still want that yellow one. Her hair looks better.”
Ran Ran then pointed at the yellow Barbie princess beside her.
Zhang Manhua did not understand the meaning behind these princesses with different hairstyles and outfits. As long as Ran Ran wanted it, she would put it in the basket and let her carry it to the cashier.
Qu Xiujie followed behind Zhang Manhua. His car basket was filled with An An and little Ji Chi’s toys while the two young masters followed behind Qu Xiujie. The choice of toys tested his IQ but Qu Xiujie was very confident.
The three children in Pei Ge’s family were all good. One was cute, one was wise, and one was clever.
They were all treasures and were Qu Xiujie’s treasures.
“What else do you want to buy? If not, we’re going home,” Qu Xiujie asked.
The two young masters looked at the other toys and shook their heads.
An An said disappointedly, “No need, Granduncle. Let’s go back. The toys here are too low-class.”
“Your choice is also very low-class.”
Ji Chi said as he looked at the toys in Qu Xiujie’s hands. An An had taken a long time to choose one.
“The one in your hand is even lower.”
An An and Ji Chi began to show disdain for each other.
