You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 177 Design
Wen Qing'er trimmed the half-dried leaves of the hibiscus flower in the corner. The hibiscus flower was blooming vigorously, exuding a faint fragrance half shyly and half timidly under the moonlight, and the pink and tender flowers were blooming lively.

Wen Qing'er lowered her head and sniffed. After a while, the flowering period will be over, and it will be easier to add some colors when you move into the house.

This pot was probably just moved into the yard, and seeing that the pot was not too big, I simply raised my hand to hold the edge, and carried it into the house by myself.

Seeing the girl struggling forward with the flowerpot in her arms, Xichun hurriedly put down the lantern in her hand and grabbed the flowerpot.

"Girl, take a break, the flower pot is so dirty, just let the servants do the dirty work."

"How can you be so delicate, let's come together." Seeing that the flower pot is not big, it is heavier than it looks when holding it up, Wen Qing'er only took a few steps with it, and then began to pant softly.

Before Xichun refused, Wen Qing'er held the edge of the pot and walked backwards to the main room, Xichun was afraid that Wen Qing'er would fall backwards, so she quickly hugged most of the flower pot to make Wen Qinger feel more relaxed.

Before he took two steps, he saw Mrs. Lin come in with her maids in a panic, faster than the gatekeeper lady who came in to inform.

Wen Qing'er and Xichun had no choice but to put the hibiscus flower under the eaves first, patted the dirt on their hands and walked up quickly.

"Why is mother here at this time?"

Wen Qing'er was about to go up to hold Lin's hand, but remembered that her body and hands were covered with mud, so she didn't get too close to Lin.

For some reason, Mrs. Lin didn't seem to notice that Wen Qing'er was dirty all over, so she stretched out her arms and took Wen Qing'er into her arms.

Wen Qing'er was hugged by her mother in a daze, and the arms tightened behind her back trembled imperceptibly. Wen Qing'er had never seen her mother show a little weakness in front of her.

At the moment, he didn't care whether the mud on the palm of his hand would stain the fine clothes on his mother's body, he stretched out his slender arms to hug Lin Shi tightly, and stroked Lin Shi's back with his palms.

It took a long time for Lin to come to his senses, not because he was trembling with fear, but because of anger.

Since Mrs. Lin took over Xichun's business, she sent someone to investigate carefully. It was only after dinner today that Ms. Wang delivered the letter.

Lin didn't care much about it at first, and the matter of a maid was settled as soon as it was settled, but when she opened the thin sheets of paper, her eyes became anxious, and the more she looked down, the more frightened she became.

What tied Xichun to pay off the debt?
It was clearly to ruin her daughter!

Kidnapping Xichun away is only the first step, Xichun can't stay in Yufu Garden for the rest of her life, if she really doesn't come out, it's okay, Xichun loves her stepbrother Ah Fu, and if Ah Fu is kidnapped, she won't worry about Xichun not coming to her door.

Wen Qing'er and Xichun's master and servant are deeply in love, if Xichun is really bad, it's hard for Wen Qing'er to sit idly by.

First let out rumors that Wen Qinger's personal servant girl went to and from Firework Lane, no matter what the result is, it will ruin Wen Qinger's reputation first.

Wen Qing'er loves to go out, and while Wen Qing'er is out, she can carry out the second step, and then take Wen Qing'er away secretly and with great fanfare.

Just find a dirty yard and throw her in, and ask someone to mess her up.

After a while, lead the people from the government to look for it. As long as Wen Qinger's ragged clothes are seen, Wen Qinger will not be able to clean up even if she jumps into the Yellow River.

Even if the body is still innocent, what's the use?

If everyone knows about it, other people don't care what the truth is, they only want to believe what they want to believe.

What do you believe?
(End of this chapter)