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She felt that she was in the familiar bed again. When her back touched the soft blanket behind her, Mu Qianqian felt comfortable, but also felt the cold sensation of sticking to her wet clothes.
When she wanted to tell Rong Heting to take a bath first before coming to serve him, the man neatly tore off her clothes.
"Wait, no, wait, okay? I'm going to take a shower before I do anything else. "
Rong Heting's hands paused for a second as his face became so dark that water could drip out of it.
He had long since received news from the hospital, so he could guess her purpose for coming here. But did she need to make a deal with him so straightforwardly?
What did she think of him? Is it a machine of desire, or make the most of the tools you can throw away when you need them?
Rong Heting's gloomy breath made Ting Lan, who was standing in the doorway, afraid to move forward, but Mu Qianqian, who was on the bed, couldn't feel it.
Of course, if she was still conscious, she could feel Rong Heting's displeasure, but unfortunately, she was really confused right now.
After Rong Heting had completely taken off Mu Qianqian's clothes, when Mu Qianqian felt her skin touching the air, Mu Qianqian struggled even more. Her red eyes were misting over as she hugged her chest tightly. Complaints filled her vision.
"Wait a minute, can't you wait a minute? "I'm cold. I want to take a shower and do it again. Can't I just let you do it?"
"Shut up!"
If not for the fact that the temperature of her skin was much higher than normal, Rong Heting would have suppressed the urge of Mu Qianqian to make her cry. It would be great if she could do that, but was he really a beast?
Thinking about how Mu Qianqian kept calling him by his nickname under the bed, Rong Heting felt a deep sense of frustration.
Rong Heting pulled the blanket to the side and wrapped it tightly around Mu Qianqian. Then, he directly turned around and looked at Ting Lan, who was at the door.
"Bring her the chicken soup that doesn't smell like chicken first, and then bring her the ginger soup half an hour later."
Under Mu Qianqian's surprised gaze, Rong Heting turned around and walked out of the bedroom. As he was about to leave the room, he complained.
"How troublesome!"
Mu Qianqian bit her lips. Feeling dizzy, she finally understood that she may have misunderstood Rong Heting. Her face was sickly, pale, and flushed red.
Mu Qianqian lowered her eyes and obediently drank the soup as she watched Ting Lan walk to her side and sit down beside her, personally feeding her a spoon.
Things had already gotten to this point, and she didn't need to explain anything. From the moment she stepped into Rong Manor, she had already made her decision, and now, she didn't even have the strength to resist.
Thinking of Mu Shen's bone marrow, Mu Qianqian drank a mouthful of soup and was prepared to climb out of bed to find Rong Heting. Now, she had to serve Rong Heting well, since her brother couldn't wait.
Ting Lan guessed Mu Qianqian's thoughts. No matter how much Mu Qianqian tried to control her emotions, she was still too immature in front of them. Combined with the news she had just received, it wasn't hard for Ting Lan to guess Mu Qianqian's thoughts.
She put a hand on Qianqian's shoulder and told her what Mu Qianqian was most concerned about.
"Qianqian, you should hurry up and lie down so that the young master doesn't worry about you. Only by doing this will you be able to coax the young master. If you say something that infuriates the young master, you might not be able to get what you want."
Mu Qianqian was stunned when she heard Ting Lan's words. Was she too anxious now?
Only then did Mu Qianqian realize that Rong Heting wouldn't let her sell herself out like that. She didn't have the heart to submit and just treated him as a bargaining chip, probably trampling on Rong Heting's self-esteem.
Mu Qianqian gradually regained her clarity of mind. She realized that she angered Rong Heting again just now, and she slapped Rong Heting this afternoon. She pulled Ting Lan's hand a little anxiously.
"Sister Lan, will you help me? "You will help Ting Ye, right? How can I make him agree to help me?"
Looking at Mu Qianqian's anxious gaze, Ting Lan turned her face away. It was already too late for her to lie to Mu Qianqian.
"I'm sorry, even though I'm Ting Ye's sister, but in front of everything, I'm only loyal to my master."
"…"
"I am. Ting Ye should be. I won't correct her when there's no harm. After all, I respect her decision to choose who she likes and what kind of life."
"…"
"But if one day Ting Ye forgets her duty and does something unfavorable to her master, then as the elder sister, I will be the first to kill her."
"Why are you …"
"So Qianqian, I won't help you, and I won't help you in the future either. Everything I do is just an order from Master, do you understand?"
Ting Lan cut off Mu Qianqian's final words, wanting to cut off all of her goodwill towards her.
After what happened in the darkroom last time, Ting Lan already felt endless guilt towards Mu Qianqian.
The girl in front of her was too kind. The quick-witted Mu Qianqian could use her kindness to infect every single person within Rong Manor, making her feel guilty towards Mu Qianqian after making a decision to protect her master.
This guilt had a direct impact on her loyalty to her master. She could not allow such a thing to happen.
Right now, she had to make it clear that she didn't want to fall into the whirlpool of friendship. She had to face Mu Qianqian with the same mentality as when she faced Ling Jinghan. She no longer had any personal feelings, only obedience to her master's orders.
Forcing herself to remain calm in front of Mu Qianqian, she brought the spoon to Mu Qianqian's mouth once again. Ting Lan didn't show any expression on her face.
This time, Mu Qianqian didn't say anything else. The shock and shock in her heart was completely restrained as she obediently drank the soup.
Ting Lan's body warmed up, and her head felt even more drowsy. When she was done packing up the bowl of soup, she turned around and saw that the weak girl had already fallen asleep.
Ting Lan stretched out her hand and probed Mu Qianqian's forehead. The coldness on her face also loosened. She sighed. For Mu Qianqian, and for herself.
She didn't seem to be speaking those words to Mu Qianqian, but more like to herself. Such a sincere and impeccable girl wasn't someone who could exclude her from the bottom of her heart just because she refused.
Only when Bai Sheng came back to help Mu Qianqian cool down the infusion did Ting Lan leave the room with a sense of relief. She then walked towards the study room, which had been tightly closed the whole time.
"Young Master."
"How is it?"
Rong Heting continued to look through the contract on the table. Actually, he hadn't read any words since he came in.