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When he returned home, Qiao Ruo's body was covered in sweat. It was sticky and very uncomfortable.

As soon as she entered, she ran upstairs and filled the tub with hot water. She grabbed a handful of jasmine flowers and threw them in, and when the water was almost warm enough, she jumped in to soak for a while until Momma came upstairs to shout for food. Then she dried herself and came out in her bathrobe.

Qiao Ruo Chu was very satisfied. She wore a bathrobe as she went downstairs. Her father had already finished eating and was out. She only sat at the table, waiting for her to eat together with him.

"Are you tired?" Auntie Yu looked at Qiao Ruozhu gently. She looked more and more like a young miss, she thought to herself.

"I'm not tired. The heat feels terrible." Qiao Ruoxi squeezed her to sit down and said coquettishly.

The lunch was belly soup, steamed fish, stir-fried garnet, and tomato eggs. Qiao Ruo was very hungry. She drank a bowl of soup and ate two bowls of rice. Her belly was already full from eating so much.

"Girls are too thin to support their clothes." "No," she said.

"Auntie, I have a lot of meat." Qiao Ruo Chu pulled at her face to show it to Auntie Yu.

Auntie Yu giggled, pinching Qiao Ruozhen's slender arm. "Look, it's not even half as good as mine."

"Auntie is a grown-up."

Aunt Yu poked her smooth forehead, smiling without saying a word.

Qiao Ruo Chu finished her meal and went upstairs to her room. On the way back from the girls' school, she bought an evening newspaper in Xiang City. She liked to read a column written by the writer Xi Nuo, which wrote about the local customs and customs of the world. From his fluent words, Qiao Ruo knew that the world was so big, and was divided into several continents and many countries.

This writer was so amazing, he had been to so many places, and Qiao Ruo really admired him. He was about the same age as her father, she guessed.

When she finished reading the newspaper, the sleepiness hit her. Qiao Ruo Chu took off her bathrobe, changed into a red silk nightgown, and fell on the bed to have a good night's sleep.

He slept for three hours.

When he woke up, the sun had already risen to the west and a cool breeze was blowing. The leaves of the camphor tree were gently fluttering outside the window, and the faint scent of camphor was drifting in.

Giorgio had changed into a cotton dress and gone down to the garden.

From far away, she could smell the strongly fragrant aroma of Jasmine. As she got closer, she saw clusters of dense jasmine clumps, each of them looking like fairy spirits that had fallen into the mortal world.

Qiao Ruo Chu's mother loved Jasmine. When she was still alive, her house was filled with jasmine flowers. She even collected the petals and used them to wash her hair. Even the clothes she left behind were embroidered with jasmine flowers.

Qiao Ruoxi didn't really like Jasmine, she only thought her fragrance was good. Normally, she would put some Jasmine in the bath water to wash her face, but after washing it, her entire body would be filled with fragrance.

Her father had bought her a French brand of perfume when he went to Shanghai for work. It was beautifully decorated in small glass floral bottles, and when she opened it once, she didn't like the smell, so she twisted it and placed it on the dressing table for decoration.

The breeze was getting more and more comfortable, carrying with it the fragrance of flowers, and a few beautiful butterflies were fluttering in the garden. Qiao Ruojie approached one of the large, orange, black-spotted butterflies stealthily, wanting to touch its beautiful wings.

Perhaps because her steps were too light, the butterfly really did not fly away as it flapped its wings on the magnolia tree. She stretched out her watery fingers and gently stroked them, causing the butterfly to fly away.

"Miss, the master is looking for you." Sun Ma called after her.

Qiao Ruo Chu turned his head and was slightly surprised: "The old master has returned?!" she asked.

Qiao Qingya did not have any close relatives, and the three facades were all under the watch of the original servants of the clan. After inviting the accountant, Qiao Qingya would check the bill every day, and it would take at least half a day for the three facades to walk through. Today, he had left the city after lunch, so he should have returned in the evening.

Sun Yiyi's mother looked panicked: "Miss, the master's expression isn't good." "No," she said.

Qiao Ruochen quickly followed Sun Yiyi's mother back.

The moment he entered, he saw Qiao Qingya sitting on the leather sofa in the living room with a livid expression.

"Father, what happened?" Qiao Ru rarely saw her father angry. She vaguely felt that something big had happened. Perhaps it was something out of the ordinary, she thought.

When Qiao Qing Ya saw Qiao Ruo who had just entered, his expression eased up a lot. He opened his mouth but didn't make a sound.

"I'm so pissed off. Wu Xiucheng, that old bastard, wants to take you in as his 19th concubine." Qiao Qingya was silent for a moment. His eyes were sorrowful, and when he spoke, his voice was trembling.

The sound was like a thunderclap that struck her ears. At first, Qiao Ruo felt that she was unable to hear anything, only the words "nineteenth wife" lingered in her mind. Aunt Yu rushed forward to hug her, placing her on the sofa. "Ruo Chu, are you alright?" She was close to tears.

Qiao Ruochen's eyes stared straight at Qiao Qingya, but she didn't cry or make a ruckus. She didn't speak either, as if she was a fool.

"Chu'er," Qiao Qingya called out. "Father didn't agree to him." he said through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with rage.

Hearing that she had refused, Qiao Ruo's heart eased a little. She leaned against Aunt Yu's chest, tears streaming down her face.

So it turned out that the soldiers had not caught the assassin last night, and when they returned, they were harshly scolded by Wu Zicheng. In order to curry favor with him, these people told him that they had met a few women during the search last night.

Wu Zhan was an old pervert who especially liked girls under the age of sixteen. He had already forcefully married a dozen or so girls from respectable families. As long as he took a fancy to one, he would at least get one for himself.

He knew that Qiao's wife was a peerless beauty at the time, and thought that her daughter would definitely be very beautiful as well. He also thought that Qiao Qing Ya was just a small rich merchant in the city, and fawned over the fact that Commander Wu was not a good person, so he immediately called his aide-de-de-camp to go and arrange things.

Coincidentally, today, the girls' school visit was free. Wu Shicheng, the old pervert, sneaked into a Ford sedan parked in front of the girls' school, looking for prey.