Even when she fell asleep, she dreamed about Fang Yiren discovering the secret of handmade soap and screaming that it was harmful to her children.
Every time I woke up with a start, my face was deathly pale and I was dripping with cold sweat.
No matter how much Shangguan Rui comforted him, he could not sleep peacefully.
At 5:30 in the morning, Sikong Lingge couldn't sleep anymore.
Stand up and check the completion of the handmade soap.
After opening the mold, the handmade soap that originally took twenty-four hours to solidify took less than twelve hours to solidify after Sikong Lingge adjusted the temperature.
Sikong Lingge carefully took it out, cut it, corrected the shape, and wrapped them one by one in plastic wrap.
It's still dark, it's very gray.
But Sikong Lingge couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't wait and went to Shangguan Zhixing with handmade soap.
The corridor was empty and very quiet.
Sikong Lingge looked left and right to make sure there was no one, then quietly went out holding the handmade soap...
Shangguan Zhixing's room is the second one from the stairs. It's very close and can be reached in a few steps.
The first room is occupied by Fang Yiren.
Sikong Lingge took off her house shoes and walked barefoot in the corridor, which made less noise.
Every cell in the whole body is tense and on alert.
Arriving at Shangguan Zhixing's door safely.
It's too quiet at night, and any sound will be infinitely amplified.
Sikong Lingge didn't dare to knock on the door too hard and only knocked lightly.
I wonder if Zhixing is waiting for me?
Probably so, Sikong Lingge thought.
Otherwise, Zhixing would not have gone to such a big trouble to go around in such a big circle and let the housekeeper remind him.
Sikong listened to the song and took his breath away, waiting anxiously.
Ten seconds later, there was the sound of unlocking.
Sikong Lingge's eyes lit up with anticipation.
The door opens with very light force.
"Know--"
The ending sound suddenly faded away.
Sikong Lingge's eyes widened and his face instantly turned pale.
Fang Yiren!
Why is she in Zhixing's room?
Fang Yiren pulled her lower lip mockingly, with a arrogant expression, as if to say, "Sikong Lingge, do you really think that I don't know about your little tricks?"
"Sister Lingge, is there something wrong so early?" Fang Yiren's voice was soft, but her expression was frighteningly sinister.
The blood all over Sikong Lingge's body was cold. He was stuck there in a daze, and his mind went blank for a moment...
It took a long time before he came back to his senses and said in a dry voice, "I... came to deliver something to Zhixing."
Fang Yiren glanced at her, stretched out her hand to twist a piece of handmade soap, and looked at it with disgust.
On his lips, he said words that were completely inconsistent with his expression, "I have never seen handmade soap that looks better than this. Sister Lingge's hands are so skillful."
"...Thank you." Sikong Lingge said dryly.
Apart from these two words, she didn't know what else to say to Fang Yiren.
"It's really beautiful. Can you give me a few pieces as well?" Fang Yiren praised in unison. She held the handmade soap in her hand and looked at it over and over again to study it.
Sikong Lingge clenched her fists nervously, fearing that Fang Yiren would see some clues.
There seemed to be no expression on her face at all, and her back was already wet with cold sweat!
Fortunately, the light in the corridor was a little dark, and the words she carved on the rubber sheet were very small. Fang Yiren studied for a long time but found nothing.
Sikong Lingge couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Yiren noticed her expression, smiled coldly, took the handmade soap, and walked towards a brightly lit place.