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Zhu Xiucai sighed: "Since you want to know, then I won't hide it from you. You are indeed not ugly, and you can even be called beautiful. But beautiful women are not uncommon in Zhu's family.

Whether it was the maids or the concubines of the Zhu family, they all had their own beauty. Compared to them, Miss Sun's looks were not outstanding.

Moreover, the news that Mr. Xie's daughter had been switched had already spread like wildfire. Although everyone said that Miss Sun was poisoned and coerced by Mrs. Xu.

But the Zhu family still had some ability, and it was not difficult for them to find out the truth from Tujiazhuang.

Zhu said this, Miss Sun, do you understand now? "

After all, he was a scholar, and he had not suffered any loss at the hands of Sun Qingqing, so he spoke politely and not too harshly.

However, Sun Qingqing still understood the underlying meaning of his words - Zhu Xiucai looked down on her looks, and he knew that she was a mean person who repaid kindness with enmity!

Sun Qingqing tried her best to suppress the urge to cry, and laughed at herself, "It seems that I am not pretty enough, nor a good person, so I am not worthy of you, Mr. Zhu.

But even if I'm so despicable, can you still plot against me like that? Watching me fall into the water in public and be rescued by an old man, losing my reputation in front of everyone, wouldn't it be a great relief for Zhu Xiucai? "

Zhu Xiucai did not answer but asked, "Miss Sun, you jumped in by yourself, didn't you? I am very sure that neither I nor my family asked anyone to push you into the water.

You insist on getting involved, so you can't blame others. After all, there's no such thing as you can scheme against others without them being able to fight back. Don't you agree?"

This statement was tantamount to admitting that he and the Zhu family were plotting against Sun Qingqing.

Sun Qingqing laughed angrily.

She knew that Zhu Xiucai was right, but she still couldn't help getting angry.

She looked at Zhu Xiucai who was sitting opposite her and finally asked, "Zhu Xiucai, you dare to come to see me. Aren't you afraid that I will yell at you for molesting you and force you to marry me?"

Zhu Xiucai looked at her intently, and suddenly laughed sarcastically: "This cloth shop is my mother's dowry.

If you really shout like that, everyone will know that you are shameless, having an affair with a cloth shop clerk, and still having the delusion of throwing dirty water on me.

The owner and waiters of the teahouse next door, and even the grandparents and grandchildren who sang there, would all testify that I was drinking tea and listening to music in the private room of the teahouse at that time, and it was impossible for me to be in this cloth shop at the same time.

Now, Miss Sun, do you still want to shout? "

Sun Qingqing was trembling all over. She looked at Zhu Xiucai sitting opposite her in disbelief and suddenly felt deeply powerless!

It turns out that this is the strength of the wealthy Zhu family!

She actually wanted to plot against Zhu Xiucai. It was like hitting a rock with an egg. She was extremely foolish!

Sun Qingqing didn't know how she walked out of the cloth shop. When she came to her senses, she was curled up against the wall in a secluded alley.

The rain poured down in torrents, and the raindrops were like pebbles, hitting her hard and soon soaking her like a drowned rat.

She was soaked, shivering with cold, and didn't know where to go.

She didn't want to marry the poor scholar who was old enough to be her father, and Scholar Zhu refused to marry her.

But there is no place for her in Tujiazhuang, where she grew up.

Who can tell her, in such a big world, where can she go?

Sun Qingqing buried her head and shrank smaller and smaller.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly saw a pair of black boots.

Sun Qingqing widened her eyes in shock and raised her head in fear.

There was a man standing in front of her. He was very tall, dressed in black, holding a black oil-paper umbrella and wearing a conical hat.

The raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella, making a "pa pa" sound.

The man's hat was pulled down very low, casting his entire face in dark shadow.