Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

After hearing this brief explanation, the doubt in Shen Jingyuan's eyes was instantly replaced by understanding. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his lips seemed to tighten a little, but in the end he just nodded very lightly as a response.

Although he didn't say anything, he silently added to his evaluation of Miss Lin as "spoiled and willful" in his heart.

As everyone held their breath and watched nervously, the tightly closed door was pushed open a crack by the round-faced maid very gently, and then it was carefully widened.

The moment the door was completely opened, a rich scent mixed with the fragrance of flowers and powder hit me in the face.

The first thing that caught Shen Jingyuan's eye was the large and small objects thrown all over the floor.

A cracked enamel powder pot lay tilted, spilling fine powder. Next to it was an overturned crystal perfume bottle, from which amber liquid was oozing, leaving dark stains on the carpet.

Several glittering dresses inlaid with pearls and gems were discarded at the foot of the sofa, the fabrics stained with mottled powder.

Further away, a thin-bodied enamel vase had been shattered into pieces, and among the fragments lay a porcelain rabbit ornament with a broken ear.

Several hardcover foreign books with gold foil were torn open, with pages scattered around. Scattered pearl and jade jewelry also rolled out of the overturned mother-of-pearl jewelry box and scattered among the mess.

These valuable items, which are hard to come by outside, are now thrown on the ground like garbage, silently accusing the owner of the room of his anger.

The ground was covered with gold and jade, and it was a mess.

But the people gathered outside the door seemed to be accustomed to it. Except for a few old women in coarse clothes, whose eyes lingered briefly on a pile of valuables on the ground, with a hint of pity in their eyes, the rest of the people did not even linger on the mess on the ground. They just held their breath, tiptoed nervously, and looked inside the door.

The sky outside the window turned completely overcast, and gray clouds slowly spread over the eaves.

The wind started to blow, sweeping across the scenery in the courtyard outside the window, causing a slight rustling of branches and leaves. The light in the house also dimmed a little, and the outlines of objects began to blur. The deep parts of the house became even more shadowy, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Miss?"

Facing everyone's eager gazes, Quan Bo couldn't help but break out a layer of sweat on his forehead. He raised his hand and gently wiped it with his sleeve, bowed slightly, lowered his voice, and tentatively called out to the door.

No one responded, only a gust of wind blew quietly through the hall.

Uncle Quan exchanged a glance with the round-faced maid, then turned his head and cautiously looked at Shen Jingyuan, who had a calm expression beside him. Seeing that his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were calm and he had no expression, he couldn't help swallowing, turned around, and raised his voice slightly.

"Miss!"

"Get out! Leave me alone!"

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, a fierce and angry female voice sounded from the depths of the room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "clang" sound, and it was obvious that another piece of porcelain was thrown heavily to the ground. The sound of the shattering was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Hearing this sharp voice that was both familiar and a little unfamiliar, Shen Jingyuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. His already stern face became even colder, and he subconsciously shifted his gaze to Quan Bo's face beside him.

I thought that being scolded so rudely in public would show some embarrassment or resentment on his face, but he just frowned, his eyes full of fear and worry, without any resentment at all.

He had thought that being scolded so harshly and rudely by his master in public would make the old butler look a little embarrassed or have a hint of grievance in his eyes.

But Quan Bo's reaction was beyond Shen Jingyuan's expectations. He just frowned tightly, and his somewhat turbid eyes were filled with deep fear and worry, but there was no trace of resentment.

Not only him, but all the maids and old women standing in the corridor also had frowns on their faces, and their faces were exactly the same worried as Quan Bo, without any impatience.

Seeing this, Shen Jingyuan pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and finally calmly looked away.

"Miss, your health is very important," Uncle Quan's voice was soft and gentle, with the coaxing tone that was unique to old family members. "You haven't eaten anything since this morning. Anger is bad for your health. Can you at least have some soup to eat?"

No one responded in the room for a long time, so Uncle Quan had to try again, his tone becoming more and more earnest.

"How about...let Fang'er and the others come in first and clean up these...debris on the floor? If you get pricked on your foot by these broken pieces, Madam will be heartbroken."

"I told you to leave me alone! Don't you understand?"

Deep inside the door, that coquettish voice sounded again. The anger was still there, but it seemed to carry a hint of imperceptible fatigue.

Quan Bo's wrinkled face was filled with even more worry, his cloudy eyes were full of helplessness. He sighed silently, turned his head, first looked at the round-faced maid, then glanced at Shen Jingyuan who was expressionless beside him, lowered his voice, and spoke earnestly in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"This... Adjutant Shen, I'm sorry to bother you again."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingyuan restrained his expression and said nothing more. He just nodded slightly and motioned Quan Bo to go in.

With his tacit consent, Quan Bo felt a little relieved. He nodded gratefully to Shen Jingyuan, then turned to the maids guarding the door and winked at them.

The maids understood and immediately held their breath, crouched down, tiptoed into the room, squatted on the ground, and began to carefully pick up the beads and silks scattered near the door.

Shen Jingyuan moved his feet carefully, trying his best to avoid getting his shoes stained with the powder scattered on the ground. His eyes passed over the busy maids and went into the depths of the dimly lit room.

The light coming through the window was filtered by thick clouds, making it look particularly dim. In the hazy light and shadow, Shen Jingyuan's gaze passed over the fluttering curtains and the tilted screen, and fell on the figure sitting in front of the European-style carved dressing table.

She was wearing a lilac silk nightgown of excellent texture. The smooth satin exuded a warm luster in the darkness, perfectly outlining the round and graceful lines of her shoulders and back.

An arm as smooth as pearls was lazily placed on the carved chair back. Even in the dim light, the skin seemed to be glowing like pearls, with a lustrous luster.

The most eye-catching thing is her thick, curly long hair, which is as fluffy and lush as dark seaweed, with natural curls, lazily draped behind her, almost covering the entire back of the chair. The curly ends of her hair are gently swaying with the slight ups and downs of her body, like flowing sea water.

As if he had not expected her to be dressed like this, Shen Jingyuan was slightly startled, then he lowered his eyelids calmly, his eyes quickly moving away from the large area of smooth skin exposed at the shoulders and neck of the nightgown, and fell on the cluster of luxurious enamel flowers next to the dressing mirror.