Lu Shuo returned to the courtyard. Just as he was about to push the door and enter, he abruptly stopped. He turned around and looked at Tianqing, who was following behind. Tonight, the Eldest Young Master had rejected his suggestion, not only refusing to take Tianqing but even cutting two other servants. Tianqing must be very disappointed. Lu Shuo felt he was truly insane—why did he want to see disappointment on Tianqing's face? Was it because he himself couldn't get what he wanted, so he hoped others would suffer the same fate? He didn't know what Tianqing was really thinking. He only knew that Tianqing's expression was flawless, with the usual appropriate concern and respect, as if nothing had happened at the dinner table that night. "Young Master, shall I fetch water?" Lu Shuo closed his eyes. He took a few slow breaths to calm himself, then finally spoke: "Not yet."
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