"Madam..."
Aunt Zhang walked up to Mrs. Qiao with her head lowered and her eyes submissive. She looked very reluctant, nervous and afraid.
Butler Liu followed behind her, looking at her hatefully, and just wanted to use something to cover Aunt Zhang's mouth.
However, she could not do anything because of Mrs. Qiao's presence.
"Oh, I remember you. You must be Aunt Zhang... You are also an old employee of Butler He. Come on, come on, sit down, tell me, what is the matter with the bed sheet you were talking about outside just now?"
Aunt Zhang sat down under Mrs. Qiao's encouraging gaze and said timidly, "It's just the young lady..."
Just as she opened her mouth, she saw Mrs. Qiao's face darken, so Aunt Zhang quickly changed her words.
"Uh, it's Miss Su Qing's room. She doesn't have enough sheets in her room."
Jiang Manyun was suspicious when she heard this: "How come there aren't enough sheets in her room? Our Qiao family is not so stingy that we can't even prepare enough sheets, right?"
"No, no, no. All guest rooms are required to have at least three sets of replacement bedding. The room Miss Su Qing is staying in has four sets. There is absolutely no problem of not having enough bedding."
As if she was afraid that Mrs. Qiao would pursue the matter, Aunt Zhang quickly explained the situation in the guest room.
But as soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Qiao's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Since Su Qing's room has four sets of bedding, how come there aren't enough sheets to change? And just now, I heard Mo Han's name. Is this matter related to the young master?!"
“This…this…” Aunt Zhang was embarrassed and didn’t know whether she should say it or not.
Mrs. Qiao immediately felt that Aunt Zhang was deliberately hiding something, so she frowned and said coldly, "Aunt Zhang, Madam is asking you a question now, so you'd better tell me what you know. I don't want to waste time asking a servant at home."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, I'll tell you right away..."
Aunt Zhang seemed to be frightened by Mrs. Qiao's threatening words.
He didn't care whether the words were appropriate or not, and he just blurted out what he knew.
"Mr. Qiao sleeps in Miss Su Qing's room every night and doesn't leave until dawn. The next day, when we go to clean the room, not only are the sheets dirty, but the bathroom is also often a mess. Sometimes... there are also some... um... strange things left on the sofa..."
"And it's not just that. It's OK if it's dirty, but the bed sheet is always torn. I don't know... I don't know what the young master did to Miss Su Qing in the room. Anyway, one time I accidentally went in to clean the room, and I happened to run into Miss Su Qing coming out of the bathroom, and I saw... saw..."
Aunt Zhang's face turned red, and she couldn't continue for a moment.
However, these words made Mrs. Qiao very anxious.
Her eyes were wide open, and even her mouth, which was painted with bright red lipstick, was open wide without her noticing.
"And then? What did you see... Why don't you say anything?" Mrs. Qiao was so anxious that she wanted to pry Aunt Zhang's mouth open and make her speak quickly.
"I... I..."
"Hey, stop saying 'I, I, I' all the time. Tell me... Tell me now!"
Aunt Zhang, urged by Mrs. Qiao, finally made up her mind and said, "I saw that Miss Su Qing's neck, chest and even waist were covered with purple kiss marks. At first glance... ahem... at first glance, it was caused by Young Master Qiao who used too much force at night!"
After saying that, Aunt Zhang buried her face downwards, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.
I got off work late today, and I just wrote one chapter. The next chapter will be before 18:00 (to be continued)