"Me? I'm not ---."

"Miso, see clearly that she is not Xia Qing." Yun helplessly explained. He could understand the reason why the old housekeeper admitted his mistake--- Yu Xiaohan and Xia Qing were printed in the same mold.

"Yes--- is that?" After understanding the truth, the old housekeeper couldn't help but shed tears. "She and Miss Xia Qing --- so similar---

"I'm sorry, I didn't --- know this face was bothering you." Yu Xiaohan felt as if he had committed a crime, and hurriedly comforted the crying old housekeeper.

"Nope! Not bothered at all! The old housekeeper hurriedly wiped away his tears and bowed to Yu Xiaohan in fear.

"Don't do that, old man, you will make my conscience troubled!" Yu Xiaohan hurriedly helped him stand up.

"No, I can't afford it---," said the old butler in a panic.

"Please, don't say any more!" Yu Xiaohan had a headache. Could it be that the people here have never known how to respect the elderly?

Her demeanor stunned Yun.

In high society, the master usually treats the servant in a condescending manner, distinguishing the difference in status, and even though the servant has served in the master's home for many years, he still cannot transcend this conventional tradition.

He had always thought that Yu Xiaohan was of noble birth--- and her demeanor when they first met made him so determined, which now seems to be up for debate.

"That's enough, Miso, go to the kitchen and tell Marcilla to make breakfast for Miss." Yun Wei's order solved the stalemate between Yu Xiaohan and the old housekeeper.

"Yes, sir." The old butler breathed a sigh of relief, and turned and retreated without objection.

"You don't have to be so fierce, right?"

"Really?" Yun raised a thick eyebrow and looked at Yu Xiaohan directly. "I think you're the one who behaves badly. Yu Xiaohan, you are the guest of honor I entertained, and your identity is different from that of ordinary servants, so you should try to show face to the servants. Trust me, it won't be too hard. ”

"You're really kidding." Yu Xiaohan waved his hand disapplausively.

"You think I'm kidding?" Yun almost choked on his own saliva, did his face look like he was joking? No way? He felt like he was 'admonishing' her in a very serious tone.

"Ah, if you don't mind, can you eat when you're full?" Seeing someone pushing the dining cart over, Yu Xiaohan immediately changed the topic smartly, "After breakfast, if you don't have anything to do, can you take me to visit?" ”

Yun was about to answer, but the cook Masila rushed over with a food cart---

"Thank God, Miss Xia Qing, you are still alive!" The cook's mood was more excited than that of the old butler, and tears and snot flowed together. "This must be a miracle from God, it must be!"

"Masila, you listen to me---" Yun had to explain again.

From Miso and Masila's excited performances, it is not difficult to see that 'Miss Xia Qing' is very important to them.

Yu Xiaohan then remembered that the first time he had dinner with him, he seemed to have mistaken himself for another woman, although she didn't ask at the time, but she always remembered it.

Who is Xia Qing--- she?

"Can you lend me a mirror?" Yu Xiaohan came out of nowhere.

"What?" Yun and Masila asked in unison.

Yu Xiaohan didn't answer, the mirror picked up the sterling silver utensils on the dining car, it was bright and clean enough to replace the mirror, faithfully reflecting her appearance at the moment.

Yun and Marsila were puzzled by her behavior, but didn't ask.

Yu Xiaohan observed very carefully, there was nothing wrong with it, she was still her! Is it really the same as that Xia Qing?

Encountering this situation, Yu Xiaohan doesn't know whether to feel happy or sad? She didn't understand what he thought about her who looked like Xia Qing?

He paid attention to Yu Xiaohan so often that her every move could always have an impact on him, and despite all his best efforts to restrain her, his gaze still slipped back to her unconsciously.

This is very rare for the cloud. It was not difficult for him to control his mind in the past. This kind of paradox is almost never the case.

He was in a bad mood and couldn't get rid of it, so he locked himself in his study and drank stuffy wine.

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Suddenly, he lowered his glass, intently watching the slight commotion outside the door.

Half a bottle of brandy was only slightly drunk to him, and even if someone deliberately lowered his voice, it still could not escape his keen ears.

This was his exclusive floor, and servants were forbidden to move around after dark, so Yun was naturally more vigilant against intruders who were probing his private domain at night.

When he heard the door of the study being pushed open, he immediately hid himself without thinking about it, so as not to startle the snake.

The person who pushed the door in turned out to be Yu Xiaohan--- the culprit who caused him to be depressed!

Yun didn't plan to come forward at this time, he had to secretly observe her behavior in order to understand what Yu Xiaohan's intentions were, he had always been a suspicious person, and he had never believed Yu Xiaohan's incredible rhetoric.

Yu Xiaohan didn't realize that he had become the focus of Yun's attention.

She looked up at the ceiling-high wall of books and couldn't help but let out a low breath. She dares to say that it is a collection of rare texts from all over the world.

Lo and behold, the two spiral stairs that snake in front of the bookcase are exactly what she imagined them to look like. Yu Xiaohan excitedly boarded one of them and took down a thread-bound book printed during the Qing Dynasty from a place about four meters above the floor.

Yu Xiaohan sat on the ladder, carefully flipping through the Suzhou engraved "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and was fascinated at the moment.

Not only can Yun not see the clues in her actions! Instead, she was confused.

A drug lord would read such a book? It's incredible. But he's not a drug lord here---

Judging from her attentive expression, Yu Xiaohan shouldn't be pretending, but he still didn't believe that the purpose of her coming to the study was to read.

Yun waited patiently, maybe she had to make sure that no one would find out before she dared to take the next step.

Half an hour later, Yu Xiaohan put the book back in place and slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

Yun clenched his fists and waited with bated breath.

Yu Xiaohan rubbed his sore shoulders, hesitated in an incorrect posture, and felt tired after only half an hour.

She originally planned to go back to her room to rest, and Ming'er would continue to read the next story, but she was used to being active at night, and she still had no sleep at the moment.

Yun's large desk looked so magnificent, and the pure black cowpike chair felt quite comfortable, and she decided to pretend to be the owner and sit in his seat for a long time.

The ergonomic cowhide seat was as comfortable as she imagined, and Yu Xiaohan decided to bring the book down tomorrow to read, but now, she wanted to see what items Yun would use in the office.

And sure enough, she got into action! Although Yun had expected it a long time ago, he was still extremely angry at what Yu Xiaohan had done.

Yu Xiaohan took out a small notebook from the drawer in the upper left corner, and then unceremoniously flipped through the pages one by one, obviously trying to obtain favorable information.

Yun couldn't hold his breath anymore, pushed away a specially designed mirror, rushed forward and grabbed her right wrist.

"You're so daring!" Yun had a dark face, and his tone was very vicious.

"You--- why did you pop up all of a sudden?" Yu Xiaohan was taken aback by him, and said in an unsteady tone.

"Being a thief is weak, isn't it?"

"I didn't mean --- to." Yu Xiaohan stuck out his tongue embarrassedly.

Yun tried to ignore the effect that the tiny lilac tongue had on him. "It's useless to say anything, if you still have a little brain, you should be honest, I don't have much patience, you can do it yourself."

"It's my fault for rummaging through the drawers without your permission, but there's nothing missing in it, I'm sorry, I don't --- dare next time." Knowing that he had provoked him, Yu Xiaohan bowed his head pitifully and repented. Don't dare to look into his razor-sharp eyes.

Yun decided that Yu Xiaohan was just acting, and deliberately pretended to be fragile so that he would not pursue it again, but unfortunately she made a mistake in her wishful thinking, and he was not such a good person!

Yun bent down to pick up the notebook that had fallen on the ground, intending to use evidence to force her to confess.