Chapter 8
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Because of the time difference, it was midnight when they returned to S City. Xin Qing was the only one who got off the car when they arrived at the villa.
"Your things have been sent to your room. Don't go out these days if you have nothing to do." Ying Qingcang left in the car after saying this. Xin Qing looked at the distant car lights, endured the pain in her lower body, and secretly cursed him in her heart. She hoped that he would die in the car accident.
"Miss, you are back!" Auntie Tian stood at the door and looked at her with a smile. There was an old man in a suit next to her. Xin Qing was stunned. She had never seen this person before. Auntie Tian led her in, and the old man greeted her politely.
"I am the young master's butler. You can call me Uncle Fu."
Xin Qing hurriedly returned the greeting, "Uncle Fu, nice to meet you!"
"Come on, go upstairs and have a rest. We can talk tomorrow." Auntie Tian led Xin Qing upstairs. Her room was the innermost. She was sticky, so she went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. But she found that the water had been turned on. Xin Qing's eyes turned red inexplicably. This kind of care was like the sunlight shining into the cold prison, warming her whole heart.
After taking a shower, Xin Qing lay on the bed. She thought that she would thank Auntie Tian well tomorrow. Knowing that Ying Qingcang was not in this house now, her tense nerves gradually relaxed and she closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that it was already noon the next day. Xin Qing could not help but feel a little annoyed. She used to have a regular schedule and would definitely wake up before eight o 'clock every day. But these days, she was tortured by Ying Qingcang …
She sighed and carefully looked at the room she would live in in the future. It was very simple, but it was exquisite everywhere. The furniture was obviously expensive. She opened the wardrobe and found that her clothes were neatly hung inside. Even the doll at the head of her bed was sitting upright.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her mother had personally made this for her. Xin Qing suddenly remembered that she didn't know how her mother's afterlife was going. She put the doll on the bed, changed her clothes, and hurried downstairs.
"Uncle Fu, can I go out for a while?" Since Ying Qingcang said that she was not allowed to go out, she definitely would not be able to go out without telling him.
Uncle Fu was setting the tableware on the table. Hearing her words, he smiled and replied, "Miss, you can eat first. Then the driver will take you to the cemetery to pay respects to your mother."
Xin Qing looked at him in surprise. "How did you know that I … and, is my mother in the cemetery?"
"Young Master buried your mother the night you came." Uncle Fu pulled out a chair for her to sit down and said, "He also told us that you would definitely want to see your mother today."
Xin Qing finished her lunch nervously. The driver was already waiting for her at the door. She thought it was an ordinary cemetery, but the car drove directly to the most expensive cemetery in S City. Knowing that her mother did not have long to live, she also checked the price here. The cost was extraordinarily high.
Her mother's tomb was of the highest standard and was in a place with good feng shui. The driver who accompanied her in told her that the Xin family did not care about her at all and directly left her in the hospital. Everything was arranged by Ying Qingcang.
Xin Qing did not know what to feel. This man had hurt her deeply, but now he was the only salvation in her life. She sat in front of her mother's tomb blankly until it was dark. The driver urged her to go back. Xin Qing wiped her tears, looked at the moon in the sky, and smiled bitterly in her heart.
"The fourth day …"
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