He was so quiet that he gave Song Yaoyao a fright.
She covered her small face guiltily, her eyes flashing, but she didn’t dare to look at Uncle Zhang’s face.
She lowered her head, afraid that Uncle Zhang would see through her.
Uncle Zhang looked at her, lowered his head, and smiled. “I’m here to see if you need anything else. Have all the guests left?”
“Yes, yes, they just left.”
Song Yaoyao nodded repeatedly. She was extremely obedient.
She couldn’t sit still, and her back was straight.
“That’s good. Miss Song has worked hard today. Go back to your room and rest early. If you need anything, just ring the bell.”
Song Yaoyao agreed. Seeing that Uncle Zhang was about to leave, she suddenly stopped him. “Uncle Zhang, that…”
“Hmmm? Is there anything else?” Uncle Zhang looked lovingly at Song Yaoyao and asked softly.
“Ahem, no, nothing…”
Song Yaoyao felt that her throat was dry. She lowered her head and clenched her hands. “Uncle Zhang, you should rest early too. G-goodnight.”
“Good night, Miss Song.”
Uncle Zhang really felt that Song Yaoyao was extremely well-behaved, approachable, and polite.
He agreed with what Grandfather Huo said. If the Old Madam was still alive, she would definitely love Miss Song more than anyone else.
Because she was really too lovable!
Soon, only the cleaning staff were left in the hall and Uncle Zhang went to arrange something.
She clenched her fists, stumbled a little, and almost tripped.
“Hey, Miss Song, be careful! Do you want me to send you upstairs? Have you been drinking?”
Fortunately, the maid next to her quickly held her and questioned her worriedly.
“No, there’s no need.”
Song Yaoyao shook her head, but when she heard the maid’s words, her eyes lit up. As if reminded of something, she suddenly grabbed the maid’s hand.
The maid was startled.
Song Yaoyao said anxiously, “Is there any more wine?”
“W-wine?”
The maid did not understand. The dinner was already over. Why would Miss Song still need wine at this time.
However, as the future lady of the manor, she was now half a master. All her requests would naturally be met.
“Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll go get it for you.”
“Oh, Oh, okay.”
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath and looked at her back. She reminded her, “Bring me a bottle. I need it!”
“Yes, Miss Song.”
…
Song Yaoyao took a bottle of red wine from the maid, thanked her, and calmly walked towards the stairs.
When others could not see her expression, her calm expression instantly collapsed. Her pair of shiny black eyes rolled around as if she was a thief. She put the wine into her arms and hugged it with her knitted shirt.
When she passed by Huo Yunque’s door, she ran past him like a wisp of smoke.
She was afraid that the door beside her would suddenly open and she would be caught red-handed.
In the room.
It was already late at night, and everything was silent.
The snow outside the window had long stopped. The bright moonlight was like a veil, covering the sparkling snow, reflecting a faint silver color.
Song Yaoyao nervously bit her finger and looked at the purple gift box on the bed.
Inside the box was the ‘birthday present’ that Tang Xinrou had given her.
She was wearing a pink fleece bathrobe, and her long legs extended out from the hem. She kneeled by the side of the bed and felt like she was burning in frustration, like a freshly baked bun.
Was her Gege resting now?
Was he drunk?
Would he really like her dressed like this?
She ate in the Huo manor and stayed in the Huo manor, so she really couldn’t find anything good to give to her Gege. Even the rings she bought were not branded. She had found a famous craftsman to custom-make the platinum rings. They only had their initials engraved on the inside: ‘YQ YY’.