My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 707 - 0403 All Calculative Girls (Two-in-One)_2

Shouldn’t be?

She paused in the hallway, gazing at the rain outside the window, feeling the drizzle dissolve on her shoulder, bringing a bit of coolness.

Reflecting on her earlier conversation with Xu Chang’an, Zhu Pingniang realized she seemingly had no reason to feel guilty.

Speaking of which, she had always been considerate towards Xu Chang’an.

And since Miss Yun would like things related to him, she’d naturally like someone who’s good to her husband, wouldn’t she?

From this perspective, Yun Qian should have a favorable impression of her.

She’s not bragging.

Yun Qian might appear aloof, but logically she should have some affection for her, so... she could be more forthright and not be so petty?

Zhu Pingniang, discovering this realization, found it increasingly sensible the more she thought about it.

Perhaps, because of Xu Chang’an, Yun Qian liked her very much?

It’s just that Yun Qian, like the former Zhu Tongjun, didn’t know how to express her feelings.

This wasn’t shooting in the dark; Yun Qian had just given her a gentle look that was quite heartwarming.

Thinking this way, Zhu Pingniang suddenly wasn’t nervous anymore.

"I can be more forthright," Zhu Pingniang patted her cheeks, closed the corridor window, and thought of that girl Liu Qingluo.

Sigh.

A rare flaw today, truly resenting unfulfilled desires.

Yet there was no time to think too much, for in front of her, a group of girls from Flower Moon Building was approaching her with aggressive momentum.

Zhu Pingniang was briefly stunned, watching her own girls surround her with an accusatory demeanor, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Once she regained her senses, she glared at them.

"Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying the banquet? Planning a rebellion?"

But at this moment, no one was afraid of Zhu Pingniang, and the girls began questioning her word by word.

"Pingniang, what did you do to Steward Lu?"

"Ms. Zhu, though Ms. Lu is a bit stern every day, it’s ultimately for our good... don’t bully her."

"Exactly, sister, you shouldn’t bully Steward Lu just because you’re from the Immortal Sect, we sisters won’t stand for it."

"It’s a rare feast today, but seeing Ms. Lu return like that, who can continue to enjoy...?"

Their grievances were palpable as they reached her ears.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

With a group of women chattering non-stop about her faults, Zhu Pingniang finally came back to her senses.

They were standing up for Miss Lu.

But why?

Zhu Pingniang touched her cheek.

Clearly, it was her who was nibbled by Miss Lu, so why was she being condemned here, becoming the criminal while Miss Lu was exonerated?

This group of girls sure was interesting; usually, they’re terrified of Miss Lu, but now that she suffered a little, they’re more upset than if they were the ones wronged.

"Stop, stop, stop... enough with the noise," Zhu Pingniang shook her head while holding her ears, only speaking in confusion once it quieted down: "What are you saying? What did I do to Lu’er? I have no clue. If you’re falsely accusing me... mind your own backs."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Zhu Pingniang’s threats, the girls blinked and exchanged glances.

Nodded to one another.

"It couldn’t be anyone else; it must be your doing, Pingniang."

"Exactly, in our place here, besides you, who else could make Steward Lu feel wronged?"

Zhu Pingniang: "?"

She felt an inexplicable load had been placed on her; it didn’t make sense... what did it have to do with her?

"What are you talking about? Explain it," Zhu Pingniang slightly annoyed.

Seeing Zhu Pingniang serious, the girls began to explain.

"Just now, Steward Lu came in with red-rimmed eyes; we all saw it, how do you explain that?"

"I saw she couldn’t even walk straight, Pingniang, what did you do to her?"

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

Ah.

She’d forgotten about that.

Speaking of which, she expected Lu’er to cover up before going in; who knew she’d head to the banquet hall with her eyes puffy and red?

That girl usually handled things flawlessly, so Zhu Pingniang was almost certain she did it on purpose.

Is this revenge for using a puppet?

Damn girl.

"She cried, but it’s not my fault," Zhu Pingniang said instinctively.

"If not yours, then whose?"

"It’s..."

Zhu Pingniang’s words stuck in her throat.

Ultimately, it was because Xu Chang’an broke her puppet, and Lu’er cried out of worry...

But how could she say that?

To say Xu Chang’an made Lu’er cry?

If she said it out loud, would Lu’er still be able to show her face?

Zhu Pingniang covered her face, mumbled: "It’s my fault, I bullied her; but... haven’t I bullied her enough already? Just for some puffy eyes, should you all be accusing me?"

The more Zhu Pingniang spoke, the more justified she felt, and with a snort added: "After all, she’s my maid, how I discipline her is none of your concern, or you’ll all be disciplined together."

"..."

Seeing Zhu Pingniang’s smug look, the girls fell silent for a moment, covering their faces.

"Ms. Zhu, if it was just puffy eyes, why would I trouble myself to come here and find you?"

"Exactly, exactly."

"...What do you mean?" Zhu Pingniang felt a vague sense of foreboding.

It only then occurred to her, Miss Lu had always held her firmly, and in a certain sense, her methods were more sophisticated than that girl Qinling’s.

"What other tricks is she pulling now," Zhu Pingniang asked.

"...Ms. Lu was... hugging Miss Yun and crying," a girl said, her face showing an odd expression, but still speaking out.

"Ah?" Zhu Pingniang was dumbfounded, her mouth involuntarily opening wide.

"Miss Lu was crying softly, but close enough for people to hear, you should go see for yourself."

"Yes, hugging and crying, truly upset."

"Speaking of which, what exactly did you do to her? Also... we never knew Steward Lu and Miss Yun were so close."

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

???

Lu’er embraced Yun Qian while crying?

The mere thought of this scene made Zhu Pingniang’s eyebrow twitch twice harshly, and she hurried over.

——

Not far away, Ah Qing took in the entire scene, looking expressionlessly at the sky.

Is this what Shi Qingjun’s successor looks like?

Why did she feel so pathetic, being driven around by a group of girls?

Judging from Zhu Tongjun, Shi Qingjun... wasn’t all that impressive, either.

And she’d been competing with her all this time...

Ah Qing rubbed her brow.

Suddenly, she felt really inadequate herself.

——

As the drizzle wet the streets, Shi Qingjun walked on the bustling streets of Beisang City with a small umbrella.

She hadn’t left but hadn’t stayed at Flower Moon Building either, instead coming to the busiest street in Beisang City.

The light rain couldn’t dim this place’s liveliness, couples strolled in groups, and the nearby restaurants were bustling; there was even a makeshift stage with someone performing an opera, lights as bright as day, colorful lights countless.

It’s worth noting that, though veiled, her celestial aura was so dazzlingly apparent.

In just a quarter of an hour, many people had approached her for company, wanting to travel with her—both men and women.

Although she refused them, it was still a new experience for Shi Qingjun.

Walking and pausing, she explored most of Beisang City, her arms full of things she whimsically bought.

For instance, she took quite an interest in the candied petals sold at a sweet shop she passed by. The shopgirl said they could be eaten with sesame... she wondered how they would compare to the floral powder she concocted herself, which she might like more?

At this moment, no one would believe that the girl carrying a pile of pastries, indulging her sweet tooth, would be an immortal of the frosty heavens.

Dao Rhyme?

She was more interested in eating right now.

With such thoughts, Shi Qingjun abruptly halted, looking in one direction.

She saw a small boat gently rocking its way down the southern inland river, heading in the direction of Flower Moon Building.

The Rowing Maiden was diligently steering at the stern.

A girl stood at the bow, holding a white pear blossom umbrella, gazing into the distance.

That girl had shoulder-length hair tied into a short ponytail with a red string at the back, a dark long dress visible under the cloak at her shoulders.

Isn’t it Wen Li who else could it be.