Ruan Qing looked around the bathroom. Besides his underwear being missing, there was nothing else unusual.
There also seemed to be no traces left.
If it were other items he lost, according to the original owner’s character, he would definitely go find the steward and, in passing, sarcastically comment on the Yang family’s quality.
But losing something more private like this.
Combined with the indescribably awkward situation in the fog.
The original owner would surely choose to endure in silence.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath, trying hard not to think about why someone would weirdly steal his underwear.
He came to clear the instance, wasting time on investigating a pervert was completely unnecessary.
However, he still had to pretend a bit, and incidentally, check the room for any clues about the instance.
Ruan Qing wasn’t in a hurry to take a shower; instead, he began searching the room with a resentful expression.
As if looking for a thief who stole something.
After a few minutes of searching in the room, Ruan Qing noticed something abnormal.
This room didn’t seem like the owner’s room.
The room was very clean, lacking much of the atmosphere that someone was living here.
Apart from some clothes, Ruan Qing found no traces of other daily life, such as photos from childhood to adulthood or personal hobby items.
Nothing at all.
If, after a person’s death, their belongings were supposed to be buried together with them, then clothes should be included.
But Yang Chenfeng’s clothes were still in the wardrobe, and some had signs of being worn.
A thoughtful look crossed Ruan Qing’s eyes; it seemed that Yang Chenfeng’s identity had significant issues.
Although Yang Chenfeng lived in the Yang family’s main villa, his room was on the third floor.
The third floor was apparently where Yang family’s esteemed guests stayed, while the fourth or fifth floor was where the Yang family’s owner lived.
So, it was strange for Yang Chenfeng, the legitimate young master of the Yang family, to reside on the third floor.
Moreover, there were no traces of him left in the room either.
Yang Chenfeng claimed to be the young master of the Yang family, but in reality, he seemed more like a guest.
But it’s hard to say; maybe Yang Chenfeng rarely stayed here, so there were no traces of his life to be found.
Ruan Qing was somewhat tempted to go up to the fourth or fifth floor to take a look.
However, on the first day the original owner entered the villa, the steward made it clear that no one was allowed to go up to the fourth or fifth floor without permission, and they would be responsible for the consequences.
This included the original owner.
So, if he wanted to go up, he couldn’t just do it openly.
He must find an opportunity.
Ruan Qing thoughtfully considered that to go up, he must first make sure that the members of the Yang family were not in their rooms.
After all, if they were present, it would be like seeking death.
Ruan Qing’s body was covered in bloodstains left by the blood-red vines, and it was really uncomfortable.
After searching, Ruan Qing ignored the lost underwear, quickly took a shower, and then put on clean clothes.
This time, he didn’t wear short sleeves but chose to wear a shirt.
Since he knew Yang Chenyan’s taboos, it’s best to avoid them.
Yang Chenfeng’s funeral would definitely be extremely dangerous, but angering the Yang family might be even more perilous.
Now, all the guests should know what the three words ‘drag out and punish’ mean.
Ruan Qing didn’t want to enter that mist again.
As for the dirty clothes he changed out of, Ruan Qing didn’t just leave them in the bathroom. Instead, he washed them and hung them up.
The original owner only brought seven sets of clothes. He had dirtied one early in the morning. If he didn’t wash them, he might have to wear dirty clothes later.
After hanging the clothes, there was a knock at the door.
Then, Shen Baiyue’s voice sounded softly with a hint of concern, “Brother Yu Qing, are you there?”
Originally, Ruan Qing was going to dry his hair, but upon hearing Shen Baiyue’s voice, he directly opened the door.
Seeing the door open, Shen Baiyue, holding a doll, was a bit nervous but still mustered the courage to hand over what she had in her hands.
Ruan Qing lowered his head and looked; it was medicine for treating wounds.
Presumably, she noticed the bruise on his wrist just now.
Ruan Qing did not refuse Shen Baiyue’s kindness and took the medicine, saying, “Thank you.”
Shen Baiyue pursed her lips, shook her head, and looked up at the person in front of her, hesitating to speak.
Ruan Qing, upon seeing the situation, a puzzled expression appeared on his delicate face. “What’s wrong?”
“Brother Yu Qing, you...”
Just as Shen Baiyue was about to say something, the door not far down the corridor suddenly opened unexpectedly.
Shen Baiyue, seeing this, a hint of panic and fear flashed in her eyes. Without saying any farewell words to Ruan Qing, she immediately hugged her doll and left.
Her figure carried a sense of urgency.
Ruan Qing felt somewhat strange, and he turned to look at the opened door.
A handsome and lazy-looking man walked out of the room, with some resemblance to Shen Baiyue in his facial features.
Was this... Shen Baiyue’s brother?
Ruan Qing lowered his gaze, concealing the expression in his eyes, and turned around to close the door and return to his room.
But then he heard a voice behind him, with a somewhat lazy tone, “Stop.”
Ruan Qing paused after hearing the voice, then slowly turned around, looking at the man who called him with apparent confusion.
The man casually walked toward Ruan Qing, lazily opening his mouth, “Are you the third party who intervened in my sister’s engagement with Yang Chenfeng?”
Ruan Qing’s expression instantly stiffened, and he pressed his lips without saying a word.
He neither admitted nor refuted.
After all, in the original owner’s heart, being with Yang Chenfeng before the annulment of the engagement meant he was forever in the wrong.
And the man’s casual use of ‘sister’ and ‘third party’ clearly revealed his identity.
He was Shen Baiyue’s brother, Shen Jingzhao.
So Ruan Qing didn’t even have a position to refute because what the man said was a fact.
After Shen Jingzhao approached, he scrutinized the person in front of him from head to toe, his gaze falling on the collar of Ruan Qing’s shirt.
Due to just having taken a shower, Ruan Qing hadn’t buttoned the top button, and the collar was slightly open, highlighting his fair neck like jade.
The delicate collarbone was partially exposed, faintly visible under the cover of the collar.
And because his hair was still somewhat damp, it added a bit of messy charm.
Shen Jingzhao extended his slender fingers and somewhat frivolously lifted Ruan Qing’s fair chin a bit.
He looked at the corner of Ruan Qing’s mouth, lightly chuckled meaningfully, “You do have some charm, no wonder you dared to become the third party.”
Ruan Qing’s face became somewhat embarrassed at the words. He turned his head, avoiding Shen Jingzhao’s hand, and then tried to leave directly.
However, as soon as Ruan Qing turned around, his wrist was grabbed by Shen Jingzhao. In the next moment, with a forceful tug, he was pressed against the wall in the corridor.
Shen Jingzhao’s actions were full of dominance and tyranny, but his voice remained languid. He looked at the person in front of him and spoke, “Do you think you can easily get away with trampling on the face of my Shen family?”
“Do you know that your affair with Yang Chenfeng has turned my Shen family into a laughingstock?”
Ruan Qing’s body, initially prepared to struggle, stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head even more embarrassingly, “... I’m sorry.”
Shen Jingzhao spoke indifferently, “Is saying sorry useful?”
Feeling a sense of humiliation, Ruan Qing bit his lip and whispered, “Then, what do you want?”
What did he want?
Ruan Qing looked around the bathroom. Besides his underwear being missing, there was nothing else unusual.
There also seemed to be no traces left.
If it were other items he lost, according to the original owner’s character, he would definitely go find the steward and, in passing, sarcastically comment on the Yang family’s quality.
But losing something more private like this.
Combined with the indescribably awkward situation in the fog.
The original owner would surely choose to endure in silence.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath, trying hard not to think about why someone would weirdly steal his underwear.
He came to clear the instance, wasting time on investigating a pervert was completely unnecessary.
However, he still had to pretend a bit, and incidentally, check the room for any clues about the instance.
Ruan Qing wasn’t in a hurry to take a shower; instead, he began searching the room with a resentful expression.
As if looking for a thief who stole something.
After a few minutes of searching in the room, Ruan Qing noticed something abnormal.
This room didn’t seem like the owner’s room.
The room was very clean, lacking much of the atmosphere that someone was living here.
Apart from some clothes, Ruan Qing found no traces of other daily life, such as photos from childhood to adulthood or personal hobby items.
Nothing at all.
If, after a person’s death, their belongings were supposed to be buried together with them, then clothes should be included.
But Yang Chenfeng’s clothes were still in the wardrobe, and some had signs of being worn.
A thoughtful look crossed Ruan Qing’s eyes; it seemed that Yang Chenfeng’s identity had significant issues.
Although Yang Chenfeng lived in the Yang family’s main villa, his room was on the third floor.
The third floor was apparently where Yang family’s esteemed guests stayed, while the fourth or fifth floor was where the Yang family’s owner lived.
So, it was strange for Yang Chenfeng, the legitimate young master of the Yang family, to reside on the third floor.
Moreover, there were no traces of him left in the room either.
Yang Chenfeng claimed to be the young master of the Yang family, but in reality, he seemed more like a guest.
But it’s hard to say; maybe Yang Chenfeng rarely stayed here, so there were no traces of his life to be found.
Ruan Qing was somewhat tempted to go up to the fourth or fifth floor to take a look.
However, on the first day the original owner entered the villa, the steward made it clear that no one was allowed to go up to the fourth or fifth floor without permission, and they would be responsible for the consequences.
This included the original owner.
So, if he wanted to go up, he couldn’t just do it openly.
He must find an opportunity.
Ruan Qing thoughtfully considered that to go up, he must first make sure that the members of the Yang family were not in their rooms.
After all, if they were present, it would be like seeking death.
Ruan Qing’s body was covered in bloodstains left by the blood-red vines, and it was really uncomfortable.
After searching, Ruan Qing ignored the lost underwear, quickly took a shower, and then put on clean clothes.
This time, he didn’t wear short sleeves but chose to wear a shirt.
Since he knew Yang Chenyan’s taboos, it’s best to avoid them.
Yang Chenfeng’s funeral would definitely be extremely dangerous, but angering the Yang family might be even more perilous.
Now, all the guests should know what the three words ‘drag out and punish’ mean.
Ruan Qing didn’t want to enter that mist again.
As for the dirty clothes he changed out of, Ruan Qing didn’t just leave them in the bathroom. Instead, he washed them and hung them up.
The original owner only brought seven sets of clothes. He had dirtied one early in the morning. If he didn’t wash them, he might have to wear dirty clothes later.
After hanging the clothes, there was a knock at the door.
Then, Shen Baiyue’s voice sounded softly with a hint of concern, “Brother Yu Qing, are you there?”
Originally, Ruan Qing was going to dry his hair, but upon hearing Shen Baiyue’s voice, he directly opened the door.
Seeing the door open, Shen Baiyue, holding a doll, was a bit nervous but still mustered the courage to hand over what she had in her hands.
Ruan Qing lowered his head and looked; it was medicine for treating wounds.
Presumably, she noticed the bruise on his wrist just now.
Ruan Qing did not refuse Shen Baiyue’s kindness and took the medicine, saying, “Thank you.”
Shen Baiyue pursed her lips, shook her head, and looked up at the person in front of her, hesitating to speak.
Ruan Qing, upon seeing the situation, a puzzled expression appeared on his delicate face. “What’s wrong?”
“Brother Yu Qing, you...”
Just as Shen Baiyue was about to say something, the door not far down the corridor suddenly opened unexpectedly.
Shen Baiyue, seeing this, a hint of panic and fear flashed in her eyes. Without saying any farewell words to Ruan Qing, she immediately hugged her doll and left.
Her figure carried a sense of urgency.
Ruan Qing felt somewhat strange, and he turned to look at the opened door.
A handsome and lazy-looking man walked out of the room, with some resemblance to Shen Baiyue in his facial features.
Was this... Shen Baiyue’s brother?
Ruan Qing lowered his gaze, concealing the expression in his eyes, and turned around to close the door and return to his room.
But then he heard a voice behind him, with a somewhat lazy tone, “Stop.”
Ruan Qing paused after hearing the voice, then slowly turned around, looking at the man who called him with apparent confusion.
The man casually walked toward Ruan Qing, lazily opening his mouth, “Are you the third party who intervened in my sister’s engagement with Yang Chenfeng?”
Ruan Qing’s expression instantly stiffened, and he pressed his lips without saying a word.
He neither admitted nor refuted.
After all, in the original owner’s heart, being with Yang Chenfeng before the annulment of the engagement meant he was forever in the wrong.
And the man’s casual use of ‘sister’ and ‘third party’ clearly revealed his identity.
He was Shen Baiyue’s brother, Shen Jingzhao.
So Ruan Qing didn’t even have a position to refute because what the man said was a fact.
After Shen Jingzhao approached, he scrutinized the person in front of him from head to toe, his gaze falling on the collar of Ruan Qing’s shirt.
Due to just having taken a shower, Ruan Qing hadn’t buttoned the top button, and the collar was slightly open, highlighting his fair neck like jade.
The delicate collarbone was partially exposed, faintly visible under the cover of the collar.
And because his hair was still somewhat damp, it added a bit of messy charm.
Shen Jingzhao extended his slender fingers and somewhat frivolously lifted Ruan Qing’s fair chin a bit.
He looked at the corner of Ruan Qing’s mouth, lightly chuckled meaningfully, “You do have some charm, no wonder you dared to become the third party.”
Ruan Qing’s face became somewhat embarrassed at the words. He turned his head, avoiding Shen Jingzhao’s hand, and then tried to leave directly.
However, as soon as Ruan Qing turned around, his wrist was grabbed by Shen Jingzhao. In the next moment, with a forceful tug, he was pressed against the wall in the corridor.
Shen Jingzhao’s actions were full of dominance and tyranny, but his voice remained languid. He looked at the person in front of him and spoke, “Do you think you can easily get away with trampling on the face of my Shen family?”
“Do you know that your affair with Yang Chenfeng has turned my Shen family into a laughingstock?”
Ruan Qing’s body, initially prepared to struggle, stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head even more embarrassingly, “... I’m sorry.”
Shen Jingzhao spoke indifferently, “Is saying sorry useful?”
Feeling a sense of humiliation, Ruan Qing bit his lip and whispered, “Then, what do you want?”
What did he want?
