Mr. Gu's little darling is incredibly cool!

After lunch, Tang Meng drove Lu Qingyun and Gu Jinming to Aunt Huang's place.

"Qingqing, Mr. Gu, you've arrived? Have you eaten yet?"

As soon as Aunt Huang saw the two of them, her face immediately lit up with a smile.

But Lu Qingyun still noticed something was amiss.

"Why are you crying?"

She approached and touched Aunt Huang's red, swollen eyes.

"Oh, no, I was cooking just now, and I might have accidentally burned my eyes while cutting the chili peppers."

Aunt Huang brushed Lu Qingyun's hand away and took a few steps back.

She didn't want to talk about it, so Lu Qingyun naturally didn't ask any further questions.

Upon hearing Lu Qingyun's voice, Harley inside the house took off running outside.

Fortunately, she was prepared and stood steadily. She stroked the Harley a few times and then withdrew her hand with satisfaction.

Gu Jinming's dark eyes swept over Harley, a hint of displeasure hidden in them.

However, Lu Qingyun didn't notice that she pushed Gu Jinming to sit down on the sofa, chatted with Aunt Huang for a few words, and then went upstairs to prepare things.

Gu Jinming was still sitting downstairs, with Harley lying beside him, some distance away.

Aunt Huang glanced upstairs, and only after Lu Qingyun's figure was out of sight did she move closer to Gu Jinming and ask in a low voice, "Mr. Gu, how has Miss been feeling lately?"

"Aunt Huang, don't worry, everything online has been resolved. Qingqing is fine, and these things haven't affected her."

Gu Jinming knew what Aunt Huang was worried about, and a simple sentence relieved her worries.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Upon receiving the answer, Aunt Huang felt a weight lifted from her heart.

She didn't know much about smartphones, nor did she know how to use Weibo. She only found out about the rumors and criticisms leveled against Lu Qingyun when she was buying groceries.

She wanted to call Han Xiu, but she was afraid of bothering him, so she held back for a few days, spending those days in worry.

-

Ling family.

Ling Wendong sat at his desk in a swivel chair, adjusting it to a comfortable position. The computer in front of him had just been turned on.

Upon opening the USB drive, he connected it and uploaded several photos, which he then sent to Lingqiao.

Lingqiao responded very quickly.

Why did you send me Miss Lu's photo, bro?

Ling Wendong pulled a chocolate bar from his desk drawer, unwrapped it, took a few bites, and typed in a reply: "Have you noticed she's changed?"

Ling Qiao: [After all, she's someone who's died once.]

That's absolutely true.

Ling Wendong took a sip of water. "Something unexpected happened yesterday, and I didn't have time to contact her. Could you find Miss Lu's contact information so we can meet and talk to her directly?"

Ling Qiao: [Have you told your superiors about finding Miss Lu?]

Ling Wendong: [Not yet, I need to get in touch with Miss Lu.]

Ling Wendong: [I'm asking you, can you find Ms. Lu's contact information? I remember you're pretty good with computers, this shouldn't be difficult for you, right?]

He sent two messages in a row.

But Lingqiao didn't reply for a long time.

Ling Wendong was puzzled. He frowned and typed a few more messages and sent them over.

But like the previous ones, there has been no reply.

Hey, where did this guy go?

Ling Wendong's expressionless face showed confusion.

He pulled out a chair and got up. Because he was so hungry, he planned to go downstairs and cook himself a bowl of noodles.

He worked quickly, finishing in no time, and placed the noodles in front of the computer.

Lingqiao replied to the message at that moment.

"Brother, are you with them?"

When Ling Wendong saw this message, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and the noodles he had just picked up fell onto the table with a thud, almost causing the keyboard to malfunction on the spot.

Why is this kid asking that?

Does he know something?

But how could that be? How old is he?

Ling Wendong was stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

[What group are you in? What are you talking about?]

Ling Qiao pursed her lips slightly upon seeing this message, then replied: "Nothing, just asking casually."

[I'll give you my contact information shortly.]

After replying to these two messages, he logged out of the chat platform and did not log back in.

Ling Wendong's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at the information.

It seems there are many things about his younger brother that he doesn't know.

The group he just mentioned should be the group from M state.

But how did Lingqiao get in touch with them?

Or did he hear the news by accident?

Ling Wendong had something on his mind, and he didn't touch the noodles in his bowl.

A duplex apartment.

After Lu Qingyun finished performing acupuncture on Gu Jinming, she picked up the water on the table and drank a few sips.

"come over."

Gu Jinming, lying on the bed, beckoned to Lu Qingyun in a low voice.

"?"

She was puzzled, but still put down the cup in her hand and took a step forward.

As soon as he got close, Gu Jinming propped himself up and sat up, closing the distance between them. He could smell Lu Qingyun's faint fragrance again.

They're using the same shower gel, so why does she smell so good?

Gu Jinming thought to himself.

Slightly snapping out of her daze, he took a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Why is that dog so clingy to you?"

Lu Qingyun felt the posture was a bit strange, so she took a step back and took the tissue from Gu Jinming's hand, "I can do it myself."

In the course of the movement, I inevitably touched his hand.

Gu Jinming's lips curved slightly, a faint smile playing in his eyes.

"The Harley was a gift from a friend. It was still small when it was given to me, so I probably have some attachment to it."

She casually wiped the sweat from her forehead and offered a brief explanation.

Gu Jinming tried moving his legs and asked casually, "Are you on good terms with that friend?"

Lu Qingyun glanced at him, somewhat puzzled as to why he suddenly asked this question today.

"good."

Gu Jinming hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

The two had dinner there before returning home. They were moving to the manor the next day, and Lu Qingyun went to Old Madam Gu's room before going to bed.

Just as Madam Gu was about to go to sleep, she heard that Lu Qingyun had come over. She immediately put on a coat and went out, smiling as she pulled Lu Qingyun inside.

"Why are you looking for Grandma at this hour? Did Ah Jin bully you?"

"No, Ah Jin is fine."

Lu Qingyun defended Gu Jinming, then reached into her pocket and took out a wooden box.

The box was exquisitely crafted, and you could tell it was quite valuable just by looking at it.

Lu Qingyun was stunned for a moment when she received the box.

She had Qu Mo send this over from him, mainly for making incense. The wood is of better quality, so the incense will last much longer than with ordinary wood.

Another unique feature of this box is that it is itself made of old sandalwood.

Old Madam Gu had seen a lot in the world, and she was stunned when she saw the box.

Is the box you're holding made of Indian sandalwood?

"Qingqing, what's this?"

"This is another incense I made; it's considered a treatment course."

As she spoke, Lu Qingyun handed the box to Old Madam Gu.

"No, Qingqing, this box..."

"Ah, this box is a bit too flashy. If Grandma doesn't like it, she can throw it away. I'll find a nicer one for you next time."

This box is indeed very extravagant, with a lot of diamonds on it. At first glance, it just looks tacky.

This left Old Madam Gu completely stunned.

No, this Indian sandalwood can just be thrown away like that?

Just who is Qingqing?