Chang Yuncheng suddenly sat up.
He listened carefully and could hear another person’s breathing through the door—no sobbing or other unusual sounds.
Learning that someone you had always considered family wanted your life…
Chang Yuncheng threw off the covers and got out of bed, opening the door.
Quiet darkness across from him, with even breathing.
She brought this on herself! Who told her to be someone the old lady brought in? She deserved her bad luck.
Chang Yuncheng stood frozen for a moment, then raised his hand to close the door again, turned around, and walked to the table to pour water, slowly taking a sip.
In that situation, when everyone was shouting that he was the murderer, it was she who saw the truth that others didn’t see.
This woman—did she trust him that much…
Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but grip the teacup tightly.
Someone had died during the day, and she had crouched there looking for so long, examining so carefully. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have discovered the unusual cause of death.
Women were women after all, and it was someone she was familiar with and trusted who had died. She must be very frightened inside…
Chang Yuncheng slowly finished his water and walked over to open the door again.
“Big brother…”
A woman’s sigh drifted eerily through the room.
The sound was sudden, and combined with what he had just been thinking about, Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.
“What exactly do you mean by this?” Qi Yue’s voice came from across the room.
Chang Yuncheng’s body relaxed, and he immediately felt somewhat annoyed.
“In the middle of the night, what are you randomly calling out for!” he couldn’t help but whisper angrily.
The sound of bedding rustling came from over there. Chang Yuncheng, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, could see Qi Yue turn over and lie on her side looking over at him.
“Big brother, you know it’s the middle of the night,” she said with helplessness. “No matter how fun that door is, could you play with it enough during the day?”
Chang Yuncheng flew into a rage.
But Qi Yue wasn’t finished.
“Or perhaps you have some… unseemly hobby?” she said with some speculation. “Like enjoying watching women sleep?”
Her answer was a loud bang of the door.
“Ungrateful!” along with a muffled angry shout.
Qi Yue frowned. What ungrateful? This person was truly inexplicable. But fortunately, that side finally quieted down. She turned over to face upward, looking at the dark ceiling, and exhaled softly.
Did someone just die like that?
Die so quietly?
Did she know why she died?
It was better not to know…
The people here, the people of this marquis mansion, who could already eat their fill and dress warmly, who had no worries about food and clothing for life—were they still not satisfied? What exactly were these people thinking?
Qi Yue reached out to grab the covers and slowly pulled them over her face.
When the dawn light was hazy, Qi Yue naturally woke up. She got up and got out of bed, habitually clutching her head and squinting as she looked for the washroom. Only when she bumped into the partition did she remember she was living in a new place.
That man…
Qi Yue poked her head to look over there. The bedroom door was wide open, and she hesitated before walking over.
The bedding on the bed was thrown back, and no one was there.
“Chang Yuncheng?” she called out.
No one answered.
“Lord?” she called again.
The room remained quiet.
This man was a soldier—he must have gone to practice martial arts early in the morning.
Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and walked directly toward the washroom. Just as she entered, she saw a man with his back to her, naked, pouring a bucket of water over himself with a splash.
Qi Yue instinctively cried out and closed her eyes.
“You pervert! Would it kill you to answer when I called?” she said angrily.
“I didn’t hear you,” Chang Yuncheng replied leisurely, pouring another bucket of water down, while turning around.
Qi Yue quickly retreated with her eyes closed.
When Chang Yuncheng leisurely finished washing and came out, Qi Yue was sitting in a chair, looking at him with displeasure.
A’Ru and Qiu Xiang were tiptoeing around making beds and tidying up. The door was also open, and the winter morning light made the room bright.
Seeing Qi Yue’s tense face, Chang Yuncheng unconsciously curved his lips.
“…Again like this. Who exactly has the unseemly hobby?” he said.
Qi Yue knew what he was referring to and glared at him for a moment, then exhaled and regained her composure.
Chang Yuncheng watched her expression, and the smile at the corner of his mouth also disappeared.
“I know you’re not used to it, and I’m not used to it either,” Qi Yue said. “But if I go tell your father now that I insist on moving out, you’ll probably get a good beating…”
Chang Yuncheng, who had been looking down with a sullen face, couldn’t help but purse his lips upon hearing this. Sweet words were useless on the master…
“Of course, you getting beaten isn’t the main point. The main point is that after beating you, your father will feel he’s vented his anger for me but still won’t let me leave. Instead, I’ll have to spend mental energy making up a bunch of explanations to cope with it. Right now, I don’t want to talk to you people at all…” Qi Yue said with a troubled sigh.
Chang Yuncheng’s mouth immediately turned down.
This… wretched woman…