Maid Yu was still scared of He Xiaoran so it was quite stressful for her to lie to her madam.
“The Young Master, the Young Master is…” Maid Yu stuttered. She clearly looked troubled.
He Xiaoran stared at the look on Maid Yu’s face as her heart stuttered. Based on observation, her son seems to have feelings for Shui Anluo so why did he have to leave the country at this time?
“Is he really out of the country?” He Xiaoran asked. Her emotions were unreadable.
Maid Yu reached out to wipe her sweat. She did not want to wait for He Xiaoran to insist on taking the little darling away so she quickly said, “The Young Master had to leave suddenly. He had no clue that something has happened to Miss Shui. Besides, the Young Master said that he’d be back by tonight.”
He Xiaoran was strangely infuriated. “By the time he gets back, how late would it be? Since he wants her, he should treat her well. No one knows if Shui Anluo is dead or alive yet he’s run off to another country,” He Xiaoran criticized angrily.
Shui Anluo leaned against the door and listened to He Xiaoran’s angry reprimands. She slowly straightened up from her slight crouch and leaned against the wall to look at Chu Ningyi. “Does your mother really not hate me anymore?”
Based on what He Xiaoran had said, she was clearly standing up for her.
Chu Ningyi pinched her nose and did not reply.
He understood his mother’s personality better than anyone else. If he was good to Shui Anluo, his mother would have something to say about Shui Anluo. However, once he mistreats Shui Anluo, his mother would turn around and criticize him.
Shui Anluo could not breathe because he had pinched her nose so she slapped his arm angrily.
Smack…
The sound of a slap suddenly rang from the tightly-shut door.
Shui Anluo promptly looked up at Chu Ningyi. They were done for…
He Xiaoran heard the noise from upstairs and looked up. “What’s that noise?”
Maid Yu trembled as more sweat beaded on her forehead. She explained in a trembling voice, “It’s that, that… Maybe it’s the things that I’ve put out on the balcony to dry, they were probably knocked down by the wind. The wind has been pretty strong these days.”
“Wind?” He Xiaoran got up with the little darling and walked upstairs curiously.
Maid Yu’s legs almost gave way but she quickly followed suit.
Shui Anluo heard the footsteps drawing nearer and nearer. She felt as if someone was holding her heart tightly and her throat constricted.
Maid Yu stumbled behind He Xiaoran and loudly explained, “Madam, it must be the soapbox that I had placed in Miss Shui’s bathroom window. It must have fallen, I’ll go check right now.”
Maid Yu said and rushed to open the door to Shui Anluo’s previous room.
“Maid Yu, what’re you so anxious about?” He Xiaoran frowned and asked.
Maid Yu paused and her body was trembling uncontrollably.
The more He Xiaoran thought about it, the stranger it felt. However, she still reached out to open the door to Chu Ningyi’s room.
Maid Yu watched as He Xiaoran’s hand slowly inched toward the doorknob. The sound of her heart racing seemed to resonate clearly throughout the room.
When a mother senses something strange, the first thing she would think about was her own child. He Xiaoran was no different. The first thing she wanted to check on was her son’s bedroom and not Shui Anluo’s bedroom.
Ba-dump… Ba-dump…
The sound of Maid Yu’s heartbeat and her nervous gulps intermingled. The sweat from her palms could be used to rear fishes.
“Ya bu…” The little darling blinked and a gleeful smile popped onto his little face.
‘Little ancestor, please stop smiling,’ Maid Yu lamented internally.
He Xiaoran grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it.