Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

Seeing that he was changing his clothes, Mrs. Qu didn't ask any more questions. Just as she was about to sit down, she saw pieces of porcelain all over the floor.

She frowned and her eyes were cold: "Is this?"

Gu Qingchen said calmly: "This is the cup of tea that wetted my son's clothes."

Mrs. Qu hummed softly: "Be careful in the future. Your clothes will be small if they are wet, and it will be bad if they are ironed."

Gu Qingchen's eyebrows were submissive: "My son will pay more attention next time when he pours tea."

"I have nothing to do with you this time. I just want to talk to you about returning to Yangzhou to worship our ancestors. I have discussed with your grandmother and asked you to go with your father. You two are fast on your feet, so you will be able to set off on a different day. Rush to Yangzhou before the Qingming Festival." Mr. Qu expressed his intention.

Gu Qingchen didn't seem to be surprised. He poured a cup of tea and put it in Qu's hand. He said with a respectful look, "My son can leave at any time."

His response surprised Qu. She and the old lady made the decision without Gu Qingchen's consent.

I thought that when I told him, he would ask a few questions about why, but I never thought that the other party would just accept it without asking anything.

This made Mrs. Qu, who had prepared her words from the beginning, a little at a loss, but she quickly calmed down her thoughts, picked up the tea and nodded with satisfaction.

There was a sweet aftertaste in the mouth of the tea. Qu's eyes lit up and he looked down at the tea in his hand: "Chen'er's tea tastes sweet and sweet, like souchong. Where did Chen'er get this tea?"

Gu Qingchen also poured herself a glass, took a sip and replied: "I got it by chance. If mother likes it, I will have someone take it to her hospital."

Mrs. Qu did not refuse. She liked tea, and there were many teas from Zhang Luolai in the house. This tea tasted elegant, not strong, and had a hint of sweetness. It tasted better than the tea she had drank in the past.

"Well, that's fine. I happened to have a gold, jade, bamboo and wolf-hair brush there, and you just happened to bring it back." Mrs. Qu gave him a faint look.

Gu Qingchen smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Why does Chen'er's room smell like sandalwood?"

"My son is doing carving."

Mrs. Qu seemed to be interested: "Chen'er knows how to use a knife?"

"Slightly proficient."

"Then what are Chen'er carving?" Mrs. Qu smiled: "Guess, are you carving small objects?"

Gu Qingchen nodded: "Hairpin."

"Hairpin?" Mrs. Qu was a little surprised. She looked Gu Qingchen up and down and thought he was going to make one for herself: "If Chen'er lacks a hairpin, he can just go to the shop and buy one. There's no need to do it yourself."

Gu Qingchen shook her head and replied: "Give it away."

Mrs. Qu felt something. This matter was Gu Qingchen's private matter and she shouldn't get involved. But when she thought that it might be related to Yanyan, she asked, "Who should I give it to?"

Gu Qingchen, don’t talk nonsense, don’t talk nonsense!

An Jinshu, who was behind the screen, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She was afraid that Gu Qingchen would say it was given to her the next moment. It was nothing to give a hairpin, but the meaning of the hairpin carved by hand was different. She really had a headache.

Let’s not mention whether the thing Gu Qingchen made is a hairpin. Now he is addicted to working against himself. He will not feel comfortable if he does not embarrass himself. If Gu Qingchen could really carve a hairpin for himself, how could he have done it in his previous life? Will die in prison.

This guy didn't know what he was carving, but he wanted to involve himself. He did it on purpose.

"I....."

Just as Gu Qingchen was about to speak, the screen next to him suddenly fell down. He took a step back with a dark face, and the screen fell straight in front of his toes.

With a "Bang!" sound, the screen made a loud noise, and as the screen fell, the person hiding behind the screen could no longer hide.

"Ouch!" An Jinshu cried out as she covered her arm in pain. She couldn't see it and accidentally moved forward a little further. The hand pushing the screen was a little heavier and she leaned a little more, so the screen couldn't be moved. What he endured fell down.

Mrs. Qu was so frightened by the sudden movement that she almost lost her soul. She turned around and looked at the person who fell with the screen. His face was sometimes red, sometimes white, and sometimes black.

"Yanyan? Why are you here?"

Qu stared at Gu Qingchen in disbelief. If Yan Yan was behind the screen, wouldn't it be that he just took off his clothes from behind the screen...

Qu squeezed her hand and almost couldn't hold back her anger and stepped forward to slap Gu Qingchen, but she couldn't bear the veins on her forehead jumping but didn't take a step forward.

Forcing herself to calm down, Qu's eyes looked at Gu Qingchen without the slightest trace of kindness. They were sharp and cold, as if silently asking him if things were as she thought.

Gu Qingchen responded with silence, not rejecting but not agreeing. His response made Qu's face even colder.

She turned to look at the person on the ground, then turned to Yang's mother and said sternly: "What are you still doing? Help the young lady up."

Mother Yang quickly stepped forward to help An Jinshu. An Jinshu knew that it was over, and she couldn't explain it clearly with ten mouths.

She ignored the pain on her body and squeezed out a few tears, hoping to make herself look pitiful and soften Qu's heart. But this time, Qu didn't even look at her. She walked to the door and told Mother Yang: " Bring the lady out, I have something to ask her."

An Jinshu bit her lip in panic, knowing that she couldn't hide it this time. She held her sleeves and followed Yang's mother out.

When she smelled the familiar cold aroma, she stopped and turned her head to look at him: "Brother, you might as well guess whether grandma will believe what I say."

An Jinshu limped out of the door without waiting for Gu Qingchen to answer.

Zhang Cai stepped forward worriedly: "Young Master, what should we do? If Madam knew the Young Master's identity, wouldn't it be..."

"Nothing." Gu Qingchen didn't care. He turned to look at the fallen screen. He remembered that the girl who had just hit the ground with the screen had a sinister look in her eyes, as if she was displeased.

Zhang Cai followed his gaze to the screen and immediately reacted: "I'll cut the screen off and throw it to the backyard woodshed to set up a fire."

"Yeah." Gu Qingchen snorted: "I'm going to change it again, and replace it with a heavy wood one."

Zhang Cai wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with clasped fists. The temperament of his young master was really unpredictable. At this juncture, he was not worried about his wife causing trouble. Instead, he was angry at the screen that caused the third lady to fall.

It's such a shame that this wonderful screen is about to be thrown into the firewood shed.