On the way back, Zhong Qingye was in such a good mood that she ran away before Li Facai could even tell her the name of the jade bracelet.【】
This is not all because of the jade bracelet, but Zhong Qingye is not a good guy at heart. Besides making money, what he likes most is teasing people. The more exciting and destructive the game is, the more she likes it and becomes more excited.
To put it politely, you might say it’s a sinister personality, but to put it worse, it’s just a psychopath.
This kind of thinking is not something that ordinary people can understand, so two normal people, Yan Zi and Feng Jin, can naturally understand her joy as love for the jade bracelet. Zhong Qingye knows what they are thinking and is too lazy to explain.
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There is no need to go to the next shop, because Miss Zhong decided that it would be more convenient to go home directly to check the account books. She just returned to her house, and I don’t know how this girl’s mind turned. She walked around the house twice.
Suddenly I rolled up my sleeves and started drastic renovation.
Then, the ears of the servants in the Zhong Mansion began to suffer from outrageous noise pollution in the next few hours.
"This screen is so hard to kill, throw it out!"
boom
A sandalwood and glazed printed screen was thrown into the courtyard and tragically cracked into n small pieces.
"This arch is too difficult. Find someone to tear it down."
"Miss, this can't be..." the timid voice of a girl.
"Are you a lady or am I a lady? Is this my room or your room? I can do whatever I like!" Miss Zhong was full of anger.
"...Yes." Gu Xiaoya was frightened and cried.
"The color of the quilt is eye-catching, please change it!"
"..."
"The quality of this gauze is not good. I want the best thin cloud gauze to change it!"
"..."
“You don’t want blue and white porcelain cups, please change them!”
"..."
"The bed looks bad. I need semi-circular gums. I need to change them!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
After this nightmare lasted for four hours and nearly demolished the entire house and rebuilt it, Zhong Qingye's obsession with perfection was finally put to rest. The faces of dozens of servant girls were flushed from exhaustion, their bodies were soaked, and their legs were so weak.
She almost lost her balance, but she sat down unceremoniously on the soft tiger skin of the high-backed couch, holding a cup of ginseng tea in a graceful manner. Her whole body felt refreshed and clear.
Feng Jin helped a little at first, but later he was very happy to see them all busy, so he simply left without a trace. Now he doesn't even know where they are.
It feels good to have someone at your disposal, and the most important thing is that you don’t have to spend any money. Zhong Qingye smiled and rolled his eyes at the brand new room in front of him, with a look of wealth on his face.
"Miss... are you okay?" Yanzi is Zhong Qingye's personal maid. Although she is not given much work, the little girl's physical strength is obviously not up to par. She is sweating all over her body and is panting like a broken bellows. At this moment
Half leaning and half standing against the wall, looking at Zhong Qingye expectantly.
Zhong Qingye took a sip of tea in an elegant manner, and glanced critically at the house that had become completely different in splendor and splendor in one afternoon. No matter how exhausted everyone was, he curled his lips and said: "Your
My physical strength is too low, I have to exercise hard in the future."
Everyone looked at each other and wanted to go crazy. They all lowered their heads like angry little wives and responded submissively.
Finally, Zhong Qingye drank a cup of tea and said compassionately: "Let's do this for the time being. If you are not satisfied with it in the future, change it."
Before everyone could wailed, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly entered the room. A man dressed as a servant ran in nervously and said hello before Zhong Qingye could say anything.
"Miss, I want you to go to the lobby immediately."
Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy who was sweating: "Immediately?"