Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Song Zhaoming was led away by Li and the others, while Chu Yun stared blankly at the pastries.

"Miss, is something on your mind?" Qingying asked.

"Why do you think Zhaoming did this?" Chu Yun asked in a low voice, not knowing whether she was asking Qingying or herself.

“Of course, it’s because he’s grateful to you, Miss,” Qingying said.

"Grateful?" Chu Yun murmured.

“That’s right. Miss took him out of the manor, protecting him from the humiliation of evil people. You also gave him money and a place to stay. Naturally, he is grateful to you and will try his best to repay you,” Qingying said confidently.

She was Chu Yun's maid, and her position was actually very similar to Song Zhaoming's. When she tried to understand Song Zhaoming's thoughts, she could only think of this one reason. She couldn't think of anything more, nor did she dare to.

Chu Yun followed up on her words, saying, "You're right."

“Since he’s so thoughtful, I can’t let him down. Qingyuan, heat up these pastries, I want to eat them all,” Chu Yun instructed.

Qingyuan: "Yes."

After Qingyuan left, Chuyun said to Qingying, "Qingying, come here a little."

Qingying did as she was told, taking a few steps forward until she was only half a step away from Chuyun.

Chu Yun smiled and pulled Qingying's arm, "Sit down."

As he spoke, he exerted a little force, trying to get Qingying to sit on his bed.

Qingying struggled to her feet. "Miss, this is against the rules."

Chu Yun held her tightly, "Sister Qingying, please sit down. I have something I want to ask you."

She drew out her voice, with a rising tone at the end, giving it a slightly coquettish quality. Her big eyes blinked as if they could speak, making her irresistible.

"Miss, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask," Qingying said helplessly, half-raising her body.

Chu Yun: "Good sister, please sit down first."

She rarely acted like this. Although Qingying was shocked, she didn't want to disappoint her, so she slowly sat on the bed, straightening her back and sitting upright.

"Miss, what do you want to ask?" Qingying asked, puzzled.

Chu Yun's eyes darted around, her gaze shifting elsewhere, unfocused.

"It's just... I wanted to ask..." She hesitated, then stopped, and didn't finish her sentence.

"What is it?" Qingying stared intently at Chuyun, only to see her lower her head, slowly release her hand from hers, place it on her lap, and interlock her slender white fingers, seemingly in a difficult position.

More accurately, it's shyness.

A faint blush rose on Chu Yun's porcelain-white face, as if she had applied several layers of rouge.

Qingying doubted her own eyes and blinked several times.

Chu Yun's blush only intensified instead of diminishing.

"Is the question Miss wants to ask related to that masked young man?" Qingying asked tentatively.

Chu Yun looked up at Qing Ying, her eyes filled with shock.

"how do you know?"

As expected, Qingying sighed inwardly, "Miss, just say what you want to ask."

Now that her guess had been guessed, Chu Yun stopped being coy.

"Qingying, you are a few years older than me, and you are prudent and insightful. I suspect you understand people's hearts better than I do, so I want to ask you, why did that young master come to the courtyard today? Why did he care whether I was cold?"

With each word she spoke, Chu Yun's face grew even redder.

"Does Miss not have an answer in her heart?" Qingying did not answer the question immediately, but asked in return.

Chu Yun's body stiffened slightly, and her two intertwined hands subconsciously loosened.

"I...I don't know. What if I'm just imagining things? I really don't know." Chu Yun's voice was desolate.

Qingying felt inexplicably sorry for her. Her young lady had been in poor health since childhood, and everyone doted on her. She had never been so hesitant and insecure.

The word "love" can indeed cause great harm.

Qingying: "Miss, I am not that young master and cannot give you an answer, but I have observed that young master coldly. Although he has a bad temper and a cold personality, he shows some concern for you."

"Really?" Chu Yun pressed.

"That day, when Miss was seriously ill, it was that young master who protected you all the way down the mountain and invited Master Jinghai to come to your aid. Today, he asked Miss to return to her room. Although his tone was very harsh, upon closer reflection, it was for Miss's health." Qingying recounted the events that had occurred between Chu Yun and Yan Jinyu.

Chu Yun nodded, "He has indeed helped me many times."

“Miss, if you really want to know the answer to this question, you can ask that young master yourself,” Qingying suggested.

Chu Yun's eyes brightened slightly. "You're right. I shouldn't be making wild guesses here. I should go and ask him."

"Qingying, thank you, I know what to do now!" Chu Yun grasped Chu Yun's hand and smiled gently.

Qingying smiled too. Chu Yun was born into nobility and had no worries about food and clothing, but she didn't have her biological parents by her side. She sincerely hoped that Chu Yun could get her wish and be with the person she loved.

*

next day

Chu Yun got up early, and Yang Qingyuan and Qingying carefully matched her with a very beautiful outfit and applied exquisite makeup. She looked radiant and charming. The peach blossom decoration between her eyebrows seemed to come alive in the sunlight, radiating a soft glow and a subtle fragrance.

After everything was tidied up, Chu Yun led Qing Yuan and Qing Ying out of the room.

She was determined to tell that young man her true feelings in person today.

Her skirt fluttered, and she moved with light, graceful steps.

Chu Yun appeared calm and composed, but her palms were actually sweating slightly.

Standing at Yan Jinyu's door, Chu Yun hesitated for a long time before letting Qing Yuan knock on the door.

The three of them, master and servants, stood at the door for a long time, like three wooden stakes.

When Yan Jinyu returned after practicing her sword, she saw the three stakes and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He stood behind the three men, his arms crossed over his chest, his phoenix eyes full of inquiry.

The conversation between master and servant drifted into Yan Jinyu's ears.

"Miss, shall we knock again? Didn't we say we needed to speak with that young master?"

"I... let me think about it."

These words made Yan Jinyu even more curious. What did Lin Chuyun want from him that made things so difficult for him?

"Alright, let's go first. I haven't... I haven't thought it through." Chu Yun said this and turned around abruptly.

Yan Jinyu looked at her with a half-smile.

Chu Yun naturally saw Yan Jinyu, and her pupils contracted slightly in shock. She froze like a clay sculpture, completely still.

Qingyuan and Qingying behind her, as expected of Chu Yun's maids, stood frozen in place, their eyes wide open, just like her.

Yan Jinyu found Chu Yun's guilty look amusing. She didn't say anything, but simply lowered the corners of her lips and quietly looked at Chu Yun, which was rather frightening.

"Young...Young Master, why are you here?" Chu Yun asked tremulously.

Yan Jinyu raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why don't you tell me, Miss Lin, why are you outside my room?"

He emphasized the word "mine".

Chu Yun wanted to cry but had no tears; she was truly in a predicament.

"Could it be that you've come for a walk?" Yan Jinyu asked again.

These words seemed like a way to save face for Chu Yun, but they were actually just a joke.

Who can stroll to someone else's doorstep so early in the morning?