The richest woman committed a crime with her child - Chapter 21

Understanding without explicitly stating it is considered a sophisticated conversational skill.

Shen Youting narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, “Too much nonsense.”

A leaf drifted down, and Shen Youting pressed his right thumb against his index finger, flicking it lightly. The leaf shot towards like a blade.

Qiu Chigong swung his sword, slicing the leaf in two, then quickly advanced, thrusting his sword towards Shen Youting’s position.

Shen Youting sidestepped, vacating his original spot for Qiu Chigong, a mysterious smile playing on his handsome face.

As soon as Qiu Chigong steadied himself, with a thud, he disappeared.

“Tsk,” Shen Youting’s foot swept up a hemp rope, lifting a large stone from where he had stood, firmly covering a nearby dry well.

Qiu Chigong had fallen into this well, dug who knows when.

“Shen Youting, you despicable coward, setting traps! Have the guts to face me one-on-one. I’ll chop you into mincemeat!”

His voice was filled with rage.

He probably wasn’t expressionless while saying these things.

Shen Youting walked over and looked down into the dark well, “It’s your own fault for being too slow. This is a well, although dry, it has collected some rainwater over time. Stay there for a few hours, I’ll come check on you tomorrow.”

With that, ignoring Qiu Chigong’s curses, he turned and left the woods, heading back to the Xu residence.

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The moon hung high, night had fallen.

Behind the vermilion gates of the Xu residence, Xu Mei instructed two maids to follow Butler Liu to Wu Mengying’s place—after settling Luo Jiusheng, she had visited Wu Mengying but found no trace of Qiu Chigong, feeling this man unreliable. She then had Butler Liu select two efficient and quiet maids to take care of Wu Mengying.

After the maids and Butler Liu left, Xu Mei looked up at the moon, somewhat worried about Shen Youting, unconsciously muttering, “It’s so late and he’s not back yet, could he have been beaten to a pulp?”

“Cursing me?”

Xu Mei followed the voice to see Shen Youting, dressed in black, standing outside the threshold, looking at her indifferently. She pouted, “I’m not as dark-hearted as Chen Jingjing.”

Shen Youting scoffed, saying nothing.

Seeing him unharmed, Xu Mei’s worries eased slightly, though she huffed heavily and then skipped towards her boudoir.

Shen Youting watched her retreating figure, a contemplative mist rising in his eyes.

Only after she entered the main house did he step towards Chen Jingjing’s wing.

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In Chen Jingjing’s room.

Chen Jingjing was bent over her desk, her left hand skillfully moving a brush across the paper, the characters now almost indistinguishable from those written by a right-handed person.

She was so absorbed that she only heard the door knock twice before responding.

“Who is it?” She folded the newly written paper and placed it on the desk, then leisurely poured a cup of tea.

“It’s me,” Shen Youting replied from outside the door.

“Come in.”

Chen Jingjing stood up, holding the freshly poured tea.

Shen Youting stepped into her room but only took one step, “I’ve asked someone from Beiping to find a doctor for you, he can restore your hand.”

Chen Jingjing showed little surprise, as if expecting it—after all, she had partial memories of her past life and knew her hand was healed by a doctor Shen Youting found.

Shen Youting glanced around the sparsely furnished room, his voice light, “Tomorrow, I’ll have someone take you out for a walk.”

“Alright.” Chen Jingjing smiled, her clear, pretty face quite attractive, and raised her teacup, “Won’t you have a cup of tea?”

“Sure.”

Shen Youting walked over, took the teacup, and drank.

“Sit.”

Shen Youting sat in the chair by the desk, studying her, “You look much better.”

Chen Jingjing touched her face and smiled, “Not thinking about how Xu Mei pushed me into the water and then denied it has made me happier, naturally improving my complexion.”