I believe that Zhao Xiang tacitly agreed that she didn't boil water for him... Those things she told the two of them to do in front of him were just superficial efforts to win his favor...
Thinking back to how Zhao Xiang looked just now... Wang Jin sneered.
The superficial work he put in was so impressive that even his father's concubine in his previous life would feel ashamed of herself... No wonder the original owner was deceived and trusted and relied on him...
This person is incomparable to any cunning person Wang Jin has met before...
But... Wang Jin still didn't quite understand.
No matter how well that person did on the surface, the fact that Xiaoxiao and Xiaohe bullied the original owner was unchangeable. The original owner had already made up his mind to ask his brother for help. So what did Zhao Xiang say to stop the original owner
Could it be possible to say that Xiaoxiao and Xiaohe did this for the original owner's own good, so that the original owner shouldn't seek help
What kind of eloquence would be needed to make the original owner believe that the two people who bullied him were helping him
Wang Jin was lying on the edge of the bathtub, thinking absurdly...
"Ayao, the city lord is very busy right now. Will he really care about these little things if you go to him?"
"If you go to the city lord, will he think that you can't even manage the servants who take care of you in your own attic? Will he... be disappointed in you?"
"How about this, why don't you just stay there for now and try to take care of them? If it doesn't work, you can just let them live in the attic and come to my place. I'll live with you. Although this may seem a little unfair to you, the city lord can concentrate on his affairs and won't be distracted by you..."
His head suddenly ached, several images flashed through Wang Jin's mind, and some sounds rang in his ears.
He suddenly seemed to understand why the original owner was bewitched and did not seek help from his brother...
Wang Jin rubbed his temples and sorted out the memory fragments that suddenly appeared in his mind...
The original owner seemed to not want to cause trouble to his brother... so he chose to endure it...
He wanted to remember it in detail... His head felt like it was exploding.
Wang Jin shook his head, buried his head in the hot water for a while, and got out of the bathtub.
Don't think about these anymore, it gives me a headache...
He still wants to think about how to go out and find his brother Heng...
I heard from Zhao Xiang that there will be a banquet tonight... The hall masters and famous young masters in the city will be invited to attend. This is a chance for Brother Heng to show off...
The gift they had agreed on for the original owner's brother had not yet been prepared, so he had to go out and find a man to help him prepare the gift.
Thinking of this, Wang Jin immediately put on his clothes and went out.
At the door, Shan Bo was guarding outside. When he saw Wang Jin coming out, he hurried over with a small dish in his hand. When Wang Jin got closer and took a look, he found that it was the rice-grain-sized fruit he wanted to taste just now.
When Shan Bo saw Wang Jin, he stuffed the fruit into his hand and said, "Young Master, I just took it secretly when they were not around. Come on and eat it... It's sweet and sour and tastes pretty good."
“…” I had to secretly get food from my own attic.
Wang Jin's eyebrows twitched and he completely lost his appetite for the food in his hand.
He stuffed the fruit back into the old man's hand and said, "Uncle Shan, you can eat it."
As he spoke, Wang Jin glanced at Shan Bo's clothes and found that he had changed into another set. The hem that was wet just now had dried, and he felt slightly relieved.