Gong Xueming had just said this, and Jiang Yi impatiently told him to leave.
How could he dare to leave? He was ordered to see if Jiang Yi had found a wild man. She was now openly playing games with men. If he left, the second master would kill him.
Jiang Yi saw that he was standing still and looked at him calmly. "You want to stay here for the night? Do you want to share my bed with me?"
"AH? No, no! I'll leave right away!"
Gong Xueming was so scared that he left in a hurry. How could he care about Song Rao's instructions?
The little brother brought Jiang Yi back to the king level, and then Jiang Yi gave him a sum of money. The little brother said shyly, "How can I do that?".
Then, he accepted the money without hesitation.
Just as the little brother wanted to talk to the rich woman, Jiang Yi, he realized that she had blacklisted him. It turned out that he was a tool.
The next day, Gong Xueming came to report to Jiang Yi as usual, but he also said something else.
"I've found a lawyer to handle Zeng Fangying's case. Do you want to add him on WeChat?"
"Oh, send me his WeChat business card."
Seeing that Jiang Yi had sent a friend verification, Gong Xueming said, "Madam, I've looked for Professor Song Rao from the Law Department of East China University. I see that he looks so much like the Second Master. I wonder if he's related to the Second Master. I think we can get in touch and see."
Jiang Yi stopped playing with her phone and looked at him with her dark almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with doubt. Gong Xueming was so nervous that his breathing slowed down.
"Qin Jinchen, that old fox, isn't dead, right?"
Hearing Jiang Yi's words, Gong Xueming couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. "How is that possible? At that time, the forensic doctor from the police had identified the body and confirmed that it was the second master. I also hope that the second master isn't dead, but we have to accept the truth."
Gong Xueming put on a sad and dejected expression.
"That's for the best," she said. "There's no reason to return what's in my hands."
Although she said that, every time she mentioned Qin Jinchen's death, Jiang Yi couldn't help but feel frustrated. She didn't even have the mood to play with her phone anymore.
When she got up to leave, she accidentally bumped into a chair.
"Who put it there?"
With a cold face, she kicked the chair over.
Shocked by the noise, the servants were scared out of their wits.
But no one dared to tell her: 'it was you who pulled the chair over to put your feet on it.'
In the afternoon, Zhuo Ya came over with a gift.
Jiang Yi still didn't see her. After she put down the gift, she left.
"Mrs. Jiang, wait a moment."
The servant stopped Zhuo Ya and told her what Jiang Yi said, "Our Madam said that she also wants to return to Jiang Mansion to live, but she's worried that Chairman Jiang won't welcome her."
Zhuo Ya's expression brightened. "Please help me tell Yi Yi that her father welcomes her to return to Jiang Mansion to live. She's pregnant now, so it's better for her to have relatives to take care of her."
"Chairman Jiang cares a lot about Madam's health. But why hasn't he come to visit her?"
Hearing the servant's question, the smile on Zhuo Ya's face froze. She then explained, "Recently, there's been some problems in the company. He's been busy dealing with the company's matters and rarely comes back to Jiang mansion. When he's free, he'll definitely come to visit Yi Yi."
"I see. I think you need to find an opportunity to explain to Madam so that she won't misunderstand."
"Okay, okay."
Zhuo Ya looked at the servant gratefully and asked hesitantly, "Did Yi Yi see the gift I gave her? What did she say?"
"Madam likes it very much. She asked us to leave the gift behind."
Zhuo Ya immediately heaved a sigh of relief and left the courtyard pavilion.
Although Jiang Yi didn't see her, she stood on the balcony on the second floor and watched Zhuo Ya's back as she left.
After a short while, the maid came upstairs and said to her, "Madam, I've told Madam Jiang according to your instructions. The gifts that she brought..."
"They're for you. If you don't want them, throw them away."
"Okay, thank you, Madam."