Jiang Ruan's claws are starting to show. haha. Enjoy this chapter!
Translated by : togekiss
Edited by : Anks & Ely
The maid, who had come, was named Qiu Yan. She was a high-ranked maid in the residence. Although her position was uncomparable to Zhang Lan, she still had a certain amount of respect from others. As letting Qiu Yan deliver food on the night of New Year's Eve was something that had not happened in the past years, Zhang Lan must have wanted to stop everyone from gossiping and portray herself to be meticulously caring to the ill, bedridden daughter of the Jiang family.
When Qiu Yan placed the food basket down, she quickly scrutinized the residence at the same time. This was her first visit to Jiang Ruan's residence. She observed a shabby and decaying air permeating the tight spaces of the residence and traces of rainwater seeping through the walls from the leaking roof. The blanket on the bed was also extremely thin. Even the most basic utensils were particularly defective. Living in such a damp and dark house, it would be odd if the body was not frail. At a glance, this did not look like a wealthy lady's chamber at all. Even the lowest-ranked slave in this residence, perhaps, did not live as deplorably as this.
As Qiu Yan had been settled in the main residence for a long time, she understood in her heart that although the Zhang Lan family was greedy and harsh, they would not be so brazen in treating a lady like this, if the higher-ups did not intend to treat her that way. Since this was the case, naturally, she would not meddle.
"Your name is Qiu Yan, I presume." The person on the bed opened her mouth. Her voice was still a little hoarse. Yet, it oddly carried a subtle emotion.
Qiu Yan raised her head, smiling, "Yes, it is."
Bai Zhi and Lian Qiao guarded Jiang Ruan's sides, watching Qiu Yan closely. In this residence, they could only trust themselves since everyone else harbored unfathomable motives towards the trio.
Jiang Ruan smiled, "Today is New Year's Eve. These clothes worn by Sister Qiu Yan are fittingly festive. You wear them beautifully."
These words were a little strange. Qiu Yan could not wrap her head around them. She smiled, "It is Aunt who ordered them to be tailor-made. I am just a servant. To say that they are beautiful, Miss, you must be ridiculing me."
Jiang Ruan sighed lightly, "Auntie Lan is considerate. Did the entire residence have new clothes made for them?"
Her soft voice contained a smile. Qiu Yan subconsciously wanted to nod her head in agreement, before reacting quickly. The entire residence had gotten new clothes made for them, and yet, this lady and her maids in front of her were the only ones who were left out. However, regardless of the situation, these words could not be uttered. She just wanted to dodge this topic when Jiang Ruan spoke softly, "The two maids by my side are clumsy, and even the clothes worn by them are not as festive-looking as Sister Qiu Yan's. There is something that Sister Qiu Yan is wrong about. I am not cracking jokes. Although Sister Qiu Yan is a servant, you seem to live more comfortably and respectably than me."
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