583 Pastry (6)
Shen Miao was slightly stunned. When she met Luo Ling’s gaze, she felt a little awkward.
Ever since she was reborn, Shen Miao had never had any thoughts about her marriage. If she could find a stable person to live with for the rest of her life, as long as that person respected her, it did not matter if she loved him or not. Therefore, Shen Miao had never fantasized about her future husband.
However, Luo Ling… Shen Miao sighed in her heart. She smiled and said indifferently, “Cousin, you must be joking. Who will turn down such an excellent man like you?”
She did not answer Luo Ling’s question.
The hope in Luo Ling’s eyes gradually faded. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, “No matter what, thank you for comforting me.”
“You’re welcome.” Shen Miao said, “We’re all family.”
Shen Miao sat there for a while longer before getting up to leave. After Shen Miao left, Luo Ling sat at the table, looking like he was thinking about something. After being in a daze for a long time, he took a deep breath. His gaze landed on the plate with pastries at the corner of the table. He thought for a moment and was about to reach out to take it.
For some reason, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside. The heavy porcelain plate fell to the ground with a bang, and fragments flew everywhere. The ink box on the table was knocked over, and a lot of ink splashed on the pastry.
Luo Ling was stunned. He stood up to take a look, only to see that the window was tightly shut. He couldn’t help but mutter, “How did the wind get in here?” Then, his gaze landed on the pastry that was already contaminated by ink and he said regretfully, “What a pity.”
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On the other side, Shen Miao returned to the house and lit the oil lamp. She asked Jingzhe and Gu Yu to leave before entering the room.
What happened to Luo Ling was indeed an accident. Shen Miao really did not expect Princess Ming An to be so ruthless. Not only did she want to deal with Shen Miao, but she also wanted to deal with Shen Qiu. This time, if not for Luo Ling taking the bullet for Shen Qiu, Shen Miao did not know what would happen to Shen Qiu. Princess Ming An was even more arrogant than in her previous life. Moreover, because of a freak combination of circumstances, Princess Ming An’s hatred towards Shen Miao was at an all time high. It was really difficult to feel at ease with such a crazy woman around. Shen Miao had to get rid of her as soon as possible.
The tricky thing was that Xie Jingxing was also involved in this matter.
Shen Miao did not know how Xie Jingxing wanted to deal with Princess Ming An, but on the way to Princess Rong Xin’s mansion that day, Xie Jingxing told her not to go out for the next few days and not to be seen. Although she did not know anything about Xie Jingxing’s plan, she knew that Xie Changwu would be his next target.
Shen Miao always liked the idea of using someone as a knife. However, when she thought about how Xie Jingxing had never been a good person who helped others for nothing and how cunning he was, she felt that it was not a good idea to get Xie Jingxing to do it for her.
As she was thinking, she saw the candle light sway slightly, and a shadow suddenly appeared on the screen.
At this moment, Shen Miao was no longer surprised. She turned around as usual and saw Xie Jingxing walking in.
Why did this person come uninvited like he was touring the garden of his mansion? Shen Miao was a little angry. She glared at Xie Jingxing as he walked to the table and sat down.
Today, he was not wearing his usual purple and gold robe. Instead, he was wearing a black brocade robe. If not for the silver collar, he would have almost blended into the night. However, the night could not hide his good looks. His eyes were sparkling like stars, looking especially sharp today.
“There’s no tea or pastries?” Xie Jingxing raised an eyebrow. “Is this how you treat your guests?”
Shen Miao said, “I don’t think I invited you.”
“Even if I’m not a guest, I’m at least your ally.” Xie Jingxing turned to look at her and slowly smiled. “I’m also my savior.”
Shen Miao was speechless. Xie Jingxing had already claimed to be her savior. What else could she say? She might as well not say anything. Shen Miao watched as Xie Jingxing poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one go. For some reason, he looked a little unhappy.
She did not know who was so bald as to provoke the king of hell.