Of course, what Mr. Shen was concerned about wasn’t whether Rong Qingqing said Liao Yamei was old and had rough skin. What he was concerned about was, "Did you say the burn ointment was given to you by Ah Jue?"
What Old Master Shen was concerned about was whether Shen Jue would care about Rong Qingqing?
"Yes," Rong Qingqing responded.
Mr. Shen looked towards Shen Jue and saw him still sitting silently in the wheelchair, but his mind was pondering.
If Shen Jue starts caring about Rong Qingqing, perhaps it’s a good change.
Rong Qingqing didn’t give Mr. Shen much time to think, as she spoke up.
"Grandpa Shen, I’ve thought about it, and I think I should move back home," Rong Qingqing said with embarrassment on her face.
"After all, this isn’t my home. Whether it’s the bodyguards or the butler here, they’re good, but I’m ultimately an outsider. It’s understandable that they don’t listen to me."
Rong Qingqing sighed, "Uncle Shen will be the head of the Shen Family in the future, and everyone listens to Uncle Shen and the Second Madam Shen. I understand that, so after considering for two days, I feel it’s better for me to move back home."
At this moment, Nanny Zhao stepped forward, not to keep her from leaving.
But said, "Miss Qingqing and Miss Qiaoqiao get along so well. After all, you are the fiancée of Young Master Shen Jue. Sooner or later, you will get married. Living together more often will also be beneficial for future marriage."
Nanny Zhao looked around the house, her eyes full of reluctance, "I’ve worked here for decades. I thought I would stay until I couldn’t move anymore. I thought I could watch Young Master Shen Jue and Miss Qiaoqiao grow up and establish their careers. Now it seems, I’m afraid I can’t."
While Nanny Zhao was speaking, Shen Qiao nudged Rong Qingqing lightly with her foot.
She looked down, bewildered, at Rong Qingqing.
Seeing Rong Qingqing make two gestures to her.
First, a number seven, then a throat-slitting motion.
Shen Qiao suddenly seemed enlightened.
She actually understood what her sister Qingqing meant with those two gestures.
Shen Qiao was very excited, but she didn’t show it on her face at all.
She stepped forward and took Nanny Zhao’s hand, "Nanny Zhao, in our house, not to mention Sister Qingqing, even what my mom and I say doesn’t matter."
Shen Qiao looked a bit aggrieved, "Sooner or later, my mom, brother, and I will have to move out of Shen Manor as well. By then, you will still be with us. If the house is small, you can stay in the same room with me and take care of my brother and me."
"What nonsense did you talk about this afternoon!" Mr. Shen’s face turned cold, and he questioned Liao Yamei sharply, "What does Qiaoqiao mean by these words?"
"Second Madam Shen said Shen Jue was a freeloader being raised by Uncle Shen and her," Rong Qingqing seized the opportunity.
"She also said Qiaoqiao is just an ineffective girl who will eventually marry out and has little to do with Shen Manor."
"She also said, when I marry Shen Jue, she and Uncle Shen will have to support one more freeloader."
When Rong Qingqing said the first sentence, Liao Yamei’s face changed slightly.
She indeed said this sentence in the afternoon.
And Liao Yamei’s expression fell into the eyes of Mr. Shen and Shen Gaizhuo as guilt.
Then, when Rong Qingqing continued with those words, Liao Yamei became furious.
"Rong Qingqing, you’re talking nonsense! When did I ever say these things?" Liao Yamei was so angry that she wanted to rush over and tear Rong Qingqing’s mouth apart.
Her previous guilt and current anger, in the eyes of others, were nothing but her being embarrassed and angry.