Seeing that she had calmed down, Jiang Yuru reached out and patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, my aunt has made arrangements. I will keep my promise and let you get everything you want."
"Really? Can I make a request? I want to be with Ji Yin!" Jiang Jingyao suddenly smiled strangely.
"What?" Jiang Yuru was stunned.
"Mu Qingchi stole my man, and I will steal her man too. Auntie, if you can really keep your promise and let me be with Ji Yin, I will believe you."
"You and A Yin are cousins..."
"I have no blood relationship with him, aunt, don't try to deceive me." Jiang Jingyao sneered.
"I've had enough of this rat-like hiding life. I want to return to the public eye. If you can't agree to my request, I will tell the truth about that year. Unless you kill me, otherwise I will
Tell it!"
Jiang Yuru was silent for a while, "Okay, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee that A Yin will like you."
"Isn't he so in love with Mu Qingchi? He can't change his mind just because Mu Qingchi has become ugly, right?" Jiang Jingyao sneered.
"It's hard to say."
"That's my business. You just need to arrange for me to turn into Mu Qingchi and get close to him. I will do the rest myself. By the way, I want all the information on Mu Qingchi. I hope you can give it to me as soon as possible!"
In Ji's old house, Mu Qingchi was hungry in the house until noon, when Ji Zhanbai called.
"Are you up? Have you drunk the soup?"
Mu Qingchi was silent for a moment and replied, "Drink."
She said she drank Ji Zhanbai without thinking too much, "Does it taste good?"
"Delicious?" Ji Zhanbai was stunned for a moment. When he left, he asked the kitchen to prepare medicinal soup for Mu Qingchi.
This woman's body was too weak and she would faint frequently. He felt that she needed to be recuperated, so he asked the kitchen to cook it up and gave it to Mu Qingchi to drink.
He had drunk that medicinal soup before and it was very unpleasant. This woman's taste was strange.
Although he felt strange, Ji Zhanbai didn't think much about it, "I won't be back for lunch, so you can eat alone."
"I...when will we go back?" Mu Qingchi asked hesitantly.
"You want to go back? Isn't the old house good? Maybe we will all live in the old house in the future."
"I...I liked my previous home." Mu Qingchi would rather go back and clean the house every day and talk dirty than live in the old house.
Although He's mother doesn't speak nicely, she would make chicken soup for her when she was sick, and her attitude towards her is much better now. She can see that the servants in the old house are not the same person as He's mother.
"I know, you go to eat first and we'll talk about it tonight."
Ji Zhanbai hung up the phone and Mu Qingchi sat in the room for a while, opened the door and went downstairs. The servant named Xiaolan who delivered the clothes in the morning rolled her eyes at her, "Lunch is ready! Madam, let's have a meal!"
Mu Qingchi nodded and went to the restaurant. The dishes on the table looked good. Mu Qingchi's stomach growled with hunger. She picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat. When she picked up the rice, she found that there was a lot of sand in the rice.
Mu Qingchi glanced at Xiaolan. She looked at him provocatively with squinting eyes. She had no choice but to eat the vegetables, but found that the vegetables were either too salty and bitter or too spicy to be eaten.
The young maid named Xiaolan had been standing nearby, squinting at her, and asked thoughtfully: "Young madam, this is a meal made by the best chef in the family. The old man likes it the most. What do you think of the taste?"
