Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

Not long after, Hu Ying sent over a number of more letters.

Although she couldn't come in, the mail flowed freely.

In her letter, Hu Ying honestly confessed: "I think your husband isn't an unreasonable person. Why don't you talk to him properly? Maybe he won't want to leave."

Qi He held the letter and wrote a blankly, "Who just said she'd take care of it?"

If Hu Ying's path is blocked, then the only option left is to go to Qi Zheng.

Shang Jue never dared to stop Qi Zheng.

She had just spread out the letter paper, ready to write, when Shang Jue snatched it from her hand.

Qi He looked up, and Shang Jue looked down at her: "It's too late, you should rest."

Qi He was rendered speechless by his guarded demeanor and reluctantly returned to her room, planning to find an opportunity to leave after Shang Jue had rested.

But no sooner had she stepped inside than Shang Jue followed her in.

Qi He paused for a moment, then said, "This is my room."

Shang Jue nodded, but showed no intention of leaving.

"?"

Qi He was greatly puzzled, then suddenly looked at Shang Jue warily, as if she had thought of something.

This bastard isn't thinking of forcing us to have sex, is he?

This bastard looks like he could totally do it!

"What...what do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!"

"I saw you rest and then leave. What, does Madam perhaps want me to do something?" Shang Jue just smiled and didn't make any further movements.

Qi He was speechless, was this how you guard against thieves?

After she finished washing up, she lay down on the couch. Sure enough, Shang Jue was sitting on a low stool by the window, not saying a word, just sitting quietly.

The light rain outside had unknowingly turned into a downpour, pattering against the eaves.

Qi He originally wanted to wait until he left before making a move, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem to be going to stop. The sound of the rain dampened her thoughts of running away from home.

Shang Jue turned off the lights, leaving only a small night lamp, its dim yellow light illuminating the corner of the tent.

"Can you fall asleep now?" His voice sounded lower than usual in the rainy night.

Qi He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is your fever any better?"

After asking, he felt it was unnecessary, so he added, "Don't overthink it, I was just asking casually."

"I'm much better." Shang Jue's voice was lighter. "Madam is very good at managing the household and taking good care of me. Those pills were also found by Madam, so the effect is naturally excellent."

Qi He was speechless after hearing his words, so she simply closed her eyes and ignored him.

In the dim light, she caught a glimpse of the clear tooth mark above Shang Jue's collarbone, and a strange sense of guilt welled up inside her.

"I'm not planning to leave tonight. You go back to your room and rest. I can't sleep if you sit here."

Who can sleep soundly if they have someone sitting next to them who might take their life in the future?

He looks like a demon.

Qi He had no doubt that if she really fell asleep while Shang Jue was watching her like this, she would definitely have nightmares again that night.

Shang Jue did not respond; his expression was obscured by the darkness.

Forget it, this bastard is completely impervious to both soft and hard approaches.

Qi He didn't care about his reaction; she was exhausted after a whole day of fussing.

She figured Shang Jue wouldn't make a move on her right now, so she turned over so her back was to him and closed her eyes.

She thought that having so many worries would keep her awake at night, but she was probably really exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep in no time.

I slept without any dreams.

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside the window; it was past Chenshi (7-9 AM).

Qi He sat up, stared at the canopy above her head for a moment, and couldn't believe that she had slept so soundly right under Shang Jue's nose.

She changed her clothes and went out of the house, intending to go back to the east of the city for breakfast, but she saw Shang Jue sitting in the hall with several of her favorite snacks on the table, as if he was waiting for her.

Qi He paused, and Shang Jue had already stood up: "Come with me to the business today."

Before Qi He could react, Shang Jue led her out of Qianjin Tower by the hand and stuffed her into a carriage.

"Wait!" Qi He snapped out of her daze, pressing herself firmly against the carriage wall. "I want to get off! I'm not going to the shop with you!"

That would be so boring!

What's the difference between this and taking her life?

Moreover, she was even thinking of running away from home!

"I refuse to go to the shop with you! You're forcing me to leave! You're forcing me, I'm going to report you to the prefect!"

"Then the prefect should first deal with those who want to divorce at the drop of a hat."

Qi He was speechless after hearing his words.

Despite Qi He's resistance, the carriage came to a stop in front of Juxian Trading Company.

Qi He got out of the car in utter despair. When she looked up at the black sign with gold lettering, she felt dizzy.

Shang Jue took her hand and led her into the shop through the back door, then through the corridor and straight up to the second floor.

His office was at the end of the corridor, with several small storerooms next to the side rooms on both sides. The workers had to pass through this corridor to get in and out.

As Shang Jue led Qi He through the corridor, the shop assistants on both sides who were tidying up the accounts all stood up. When they saw Qi He next to Shang Jue, they were all stunned.

The atmosphere in the corridor froze for a moment when they saw Shang Jue and Qi He clasping hands.

Qi He felt so embarrassed that her scalp tingled. She didn't recognize any of these people, and she didn't even know their names. How could she possibly greet them?

She muttered to herself that Shang Jue hadn't even introduced her to anyone.

She pinched his palm in a fit of pique.

The first to regain his senses was the young waiter who had just arrived at the end of the corridor. He looked at Qi He and tentatively called out, "Madam?"

Qi He's ears turned red instantly.

Shang Jue stopped in his tracks and glanced at the young waiter. "How long have you been here?"

"Reporting to the head manager, it's been three months."

"Okay." Shang Jue nodded. "Go to the accounting office and get a month's bonus. From now on, your monthly salary will increase by 20%."

The young waiter paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Thank you, Manager Xie!"

He then turned to Qi He, adding with trepidation, "Thank you, Madam!"

Qi He wished she could bury herself in the cracks between the floor tiles.

The belatedly realizing what was happening, the staff members then erupted in a chorus of uncoordinated greetings in the corridor: "Madam!" "Good morning, Madam!"

Qi He blushed furiously as Shang Jue led her into the accounting room. The moment the door closed, she finally couldn't help but pull her hand away, taking two steps back and glaring at him: "You did this on purpose!"

Shang Jue remained noncommittal, simply taking a ledger from the table and sitting down by the window.

Qi He stood in the center of the room, feeling like a prisoner being led into the yamen.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided, but water was still dripping from the eaves.

She walked around the room twice before finally sitting down in a round-backed chair against the wall. She crossed her arms and stared at Shang Jue's back for a while, and her anger inexplicably subsided a bit.

She herself couldn't explain why.

A sliver of sunlight shone through the window, thin and light, and fell on Shang Jue's shoulder.

Qi He looked away, staring at the muddy water on the toes of her shoes, and didn't mention going back again.