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Chapter 75 Why are you crying?
"Sangsang, I need to go pick up Qiong. Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?"

Murong Jing was stunned for a moment after saying those words.

I finally realized that Sangsang was right.

He felt inexplicably guilty: "That's not what I meant, I meant..."

Qin Su interrupted his weak explanation and asked, "If I were the one who got into trouble today, would you also abandon your elder sister to come find me?"

At this time, Qin Sangsang was still the girl next door that Murong Jing had loved since childhood, not the scheming woman he saw.

So Qin Su asked the question that the original owner of this body had always wanted to ask.

Murong Jing frowned subconsciously; he didn't like this assumption: "Don't talk nonsense. How could something have happened to you when you were perfectly fine?"

Qin Su smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She also wanted to know why, since her elder sister had been raised in luxury since childhood and had to suffer hardships on her behalf, everyone still felt sorry for her elder sister every time something happened.

Shouldn't the one who's pitiful be her stand-in?
Seeing the two dawdling, the maidservant couldn't help but urge them on, "Young Master, Miss is still waiting for you!"

Murong Jing snapped out of his daze and reached out to pat the little girl's head: "Sangsang, be good. I'll come back to you when I've dealt with this..."

Qin Su took a step back, dodging the man's hand: "Then let's do as we agreed before, and don't come looking for me again."

After saying that, she didn't give the man time to react and turned to leave.

Murong Jing panicked and almost instinctively chased after her: "Sang Sang, let me explain, it's not what you think..."

"Young Master! Miss is really dying!"

The maid's tearful voice rang out from behind, abruptly halting the man's pursuit of the woman.

Murong Jing stopped and watched as the girl quickened her pace and soon blended into the crowd.

It's okay, Sangsang is just throwing a tantrum. We'll explain it to her properly when we get back, and she'll understand.

He tried to comfort himself with these words, but the frustration and depression in his heart did not lessen.

She's always been like this before, and she's never complained. Why is she being so willful today, insisting on competing with Sister Qiong?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Murong Jing froze. Why would he have such an idea?

However, before he could think too much about it, the carriage hurriedly headed towards Qin Qionghua's direction at the urging of the maid.

As for Sangsang, she's her older sister, so she'll definitely understand.
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When they arrived at the place the girl had mentioned, Qin Qionghua was unharmed, except that the carriage wheel was broken and temporarily unusable.

The elegantly dressed young ladies, surrounded by maids and servants, rested and drank tea in a roadside teahouse while waiting for their coachmen to repair the carriage.

Murong Jing's anxiety and worry turned into confusion upon seeing this scene: "Sister Qionghua..."

Qin Qionghua, who was frowning as she looked at her hands, paused, and looked up with surprise on her beautiful face: "Young Master Murong, what brings you here?"

Qin Qionghua always knew what she wanted, so even though she always used various excuses to keep Murong Jing hanging, she never said anything in front of outsiders, and even addressed him in the most unfamiliar way as "Prince Murong".

Murong Jing had already entered the teahouse. His dark eyes swept over the girl before him, a hint of displeasure at being fooled rising in them. His voice was slightly deep:

"This girl said you were seriously injured and told me to come and save you quickly."

Qin Qionghua's heart skipped a beat, but her tone remained calm and gentle: "I just twisted my ankle when I got out of the car. She was probably too worried about me, so she didn't explain it clearly."

The next moment, the maid who had come looking for someone knelt down in front of the man with a thud: "This servant was just too nervous, please punish me, Your Highness."

Murong Jing remained silent; he wouldn't stoop so low as to argue with a mere girl.

But his feelings of guilt towards Sangsang grew even stronger. "By the way, where's Sangsang? Why isn't she with you, Your Highness?"

The girl's concerned voice drew Murong Jing's attention back, and he was taken aback:
Yes.

Why did his first reaction upon hearing that Qiong's sister was in trouble not to bring Sangsang along to visit her, but instead to send her away?

He looked up at the gentle and generous girl he remembered, and for the first time vaguely realized that he didn't really want Sangsang to see him with Qiong.

Sending her away was just an unconscious action.

But he inexplicably refused to think deeply about the specific reasons.

"Sangsang had other things to attend to, so she left first."

Murong Jing gave her a perfunctory reply, not wanting her to know about the conflict they had just had.

She must be angry.

No matter how unhappy she was in the past, she had never said that she didn't want him to come to her.

She's clearly most afraid of being ignored, so for her to say something like that today must mean she's extremely angry.

He shouldn't have been fooled by a girl. If he had known that Sister Qiong was alright, he should have kept her here.

Murong Jing became increasingly agitated, wishing he could find Qin Su right now and apologize to her.

Sensing the man's distraction, Qin Qionghua's eyes dimmed, and she sighed softly, "It's all my fault. Is Sangsang blaming me?"

"No, Sangsang is the most sensible person, she won't hold a grudge about these things."

Without even asking what happened, Murong Jing blurted out words of comfort.

But a strange thought popped into my head: Why was Sangsang so certain that something unexpected would happen on this trip?
Thinking this through, his clouded perspective thinned, and his gaze towards the woman beside him became more thoughtful…
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Qin Su: "I feel a little unwell."

system:【? 】

[Is the host sick? Should we get him checked out?]

"No."

Qin Su walked slowly, adjusting her breathing and emotions as she went.

These are the lingering emotions of the original owner: an emptiness and discomfort, as if there is a hole in the heart, and strong winds are constantly blowing through it, making the hole bigger and bigger.

Qin Su was in so much pain that she couldn't help but raise her hand and punch her chest hard. Her eyes had already turned red without her realizing it.

The system thought of something to distract the host, and was about to mention, "The tyrant is still waiting for the host to cook," when it detected something before it could even finish speaking—

[Host! The tyrant is here to capture you!]

The girl, who was still immersed in sadness, blinked for a moment, then continued walking forward listlessly.

The tears she was about to wipe from her face seemed to have been forgotten, falling drop by drop with each step she took.

She wandered aimlessly through the crowded streets, her eyes vacant, like a lost soul.

Before she knew it, Qin Su had reached a stone bridge. Below her was a rippling river. She stared blankly at the water, her thin spring dress barely covering her delicate body.

She stared at the water as if she were about to jump in at any moment.

Just as Qin Su lowered her head, her slender hand was suddenly grabbed by an iron grip, and a cold, mocking male voice rang in her ears—

(End of this chapter)