Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 178: Shameless

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Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Shameless

Old Master Zhao has selective amnesia, choosing to ignore what she just said, with a grateful face: "Miss Tongqian, I’ll trouble you with my son. If there’s anything in the future, you can come to me."

Go to hell, she doesn’t know where the Yun Family is, all right.

The graceful lady attempted to resist and refuse again: "Master, I don’t want to, I’m an unmarried girl, how can I take care of a man? I still have to get married in the future, you should find someone else."

However, her words were ignored once again.

Zhao Qi glanced out the window, the sun was shining just right, with the cold weather bathed in sunlight, it didn’t feel so cold.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with his older brother, he said to his father:

"Dad, it’s getting late, since Miss Tongqian agreed to take care of my brother, let’s hurry to the Yun Family. Delaying on the road would not be good."

The Zhao couple, along with the second and third sons, said some private words to Zhao Jun, left him some silver, and hurriedly departed, as if something monstrous was chasing them from behind.

Lu He watched the carriage disappear into the distance.

She slowly returned to the house, calmly closed the door, sat on the stool staring out the window, neither happy nor sad, without speaking.

The voices of passersby talking came from not far away, listening carefully, she could still hear the content, and also heard the children outside laughing and playing.

So chaotic.

She closed her eyes to rest.

"Knock, knock."

A knocking sound came from the round table, Lu He knew it was done by the man sitting opposite, she ignored him.

"Knock, knock."

The sound rang out twice again.

She opened her bright, clear eyes, impatiently said: "What do you want? Isn’t it annoying? The master and mistress don’t care about you, do you know, just outside the inn, I saw how fast their carriage was driving, as if there were evil spirits, driving so fast, aren’t they afraid of hitting children or something."

A piece of paper was handed over: You left me in the bamboo forest outside the town, leaving my life at the mercy of fate.

The words ’at the mercy of fate’ reminded Lu He of the days on Yandang Mountain, barely rescuing the man, how could she easily give up again.

Picking up the paper, pretending to be surprised: "Oh, how rare, the Eldest Young Master usually doesn’t bother to write me letters, let me see what you’ve written, the handwriting is so ugly."

Ahem, she cleared her throat: "Your what, my what, in the bamboo forest, after what mercy."

Then, with a face full of disdain: "Uh, can’t you write a bit neater? My father was a Scholar when he was alive, he also taught me to recognize words. How come I can’t quite understand your writing? The second and third young masters’ handwriting is more recognizable."

Returned the paper to him.

With a face of confusion.

The man’s face turned blue for a while, then white, endured his temper, picked up the charcoal pencil, and wrote the same words neatly once again for her, fearing the girl wouldn’t understand again.

Handing it over after finishing writing. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lu He reached out to take it, pretending to look at it very seriously: "This time I understand, you with me what what bamboo forest, what mercy, why is this character different from what my dad taught me, or is this not read as ’mercy,’ but ’together,’ the one followed by ’death,’ together live and die?"

She angrily stood up from the stool, slapped the table: "Pah! You want to meet with me secretly in the bamboo forest, live and die together? So shameless, don’t think just because I’ve been taking care of you for a while, you can control me, I won’t go to a tryst with you."

Turned her head, not daring to meet his gaze directly.

She could understand all the words written on the paper, she could only use this way to avoid it.

The man opposite had a sullen face, not writing again, what could he do, he couldn’t blame her for not recognizing the words.