บท 8: Thank You For Standing On My Side
บรรณาธิการ: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jiang Yining's expression was calm, and she had her own plans in mind.
The Lu family was heavily guarded. It was difficult for outsiders to find out about their family's situation. She had spent two months and only found a little.
The reason why she left the female housekeeper behind was because she wanted to have a helper. After all, she was alone and did not know where to go if she wanted to do something. Secondly, with her around, the servants and bodyguards would not dare to act rashly in front of her in the future.
She did not want to waste her precious time dealing with these small fries.
The female housekeeper was silent for a moment. Seeing that Jiang Yining had no other instructions, she explained everything to her in detail.
Jiang Yining clapped her hands and said, "Alright, that's all for today. In the future, if I need anything, I'll look for you again. Go back and continue your work."
That's all?
The housekeeper could not believe it.
"Still kneeling? Are you addicted and unwilling to leave?"
Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow.
The housekeeper quickly stood up. "Thank you, Miss Jiang... No, thank you, Young Mistress."
"Good, you're welcome." Jiang Yining said amiably.
After settling the housekeeper, Jiang Yining walked to the study with a cup of tea and knocked on the door gently.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Jiang Yining."
"Please come in."
A cold voice came through the door.
Jiang Yining pushed the door open.
She saw an exceptionally handsome man sitting at his desk. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked at her cautiously with an abstinent and cold aura.
"What's the matter?" Lu Zhi's tone was cold and distant.
"Just now... thank you for standing on my side."
Jiang Yining had already figured out that Chen Qinglian was indeed Lu Zhi's wet nurse.
The relationship between a mother and son from a wealthy family was distant. Lu Zhi had never been close to his mother since he was young. It was Chen Qinglian who raised him.
It could be said that the two of them were not biological mother and son, but they were more like biological mother and son.
Chen Qinglian had a daughter called Chen Kexin who was Lu Zhi's childhood sweetheart. Chen Qinglian had always believed that her daughter would marry Lu Zhi.
Therefore, whenever someone wanted to hook up with Lu Zhi, Chen Qinglian would think of ways to chase them away.
In the past, Lu Zhi would never say anything.
Today, for her sake, he had asked Chen Qinglian to leave.
This made him feel a little apologetic...
"I promised you, so I should do it. You don't have to thank me."
Lu Zhi put the documents aside and stared at her without blinking.
Jiang Yining brought the tea to him. "We're a fake couple... no matter what, thank you."
"If you're really grateful to me, then treat my body as soon as possible."
"That's for sure." Speaking of medical skills, Jiang Yining became confident. She patted her chest and said, "Give me three years, and I promise to give you a healthy body."
"Three years?"
"Yes, three years." Jiang Yi answered firmly.
Lu Zhi frowned slightly. Three years was a little long. "Can't it be shortened?"
"No! Lu Zhi, your illness has dragged on for a full ten years. Shortening the time will reduce the effect of the treatment. Moreover, if you miss this treatment, you won't have the chance to eradicate the root cause of your illness in the future." Jiang Yining was very confident in her medical skills.
"Alright."
Since Lu Zhi chose her, he would trust her.
He did not say anything else.
Jiang Yining pushed the teacup in front of him. "I specially made this cup of tea for you. It represents my gratitude to you. Drink it while it's hot. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Bye-bye."
With that, she turned around and ran out of the study.
Lu Zhi looked at her dainty back and tapped his slender fingers on the table.
He would find out what motive that woman had.
He would also cure his illness, live well, and bring Beicheng home.
He caught a glimpse of the steaming tea on the table and picked it up.
After taking a sip, a bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue.
Lu Zhi frowned slightly.
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