After calculating the time, Xia Sanghuan figured that by the time the stuff on Leng Wanqing's feet started to take effect, it would be around the time when Leng Chuanjin got off work and came home.
I wonder what his reaction will be then?
Xia Sanghuan sat at the desk, making notes in a notebook while thinking about it.
About an hour and a half later, a shrill female scream came from outside the bedroom.
"Xia Sanghuan! Get out here right now—!"
In an instant, all the servants rushed towards Leng Wanqing's bedroom. Only the person being called remained motionless, sitting there as if it had nothing to do with her.
It wasn't until Wang Fu came to knock on her door.
"Miss Xia, the young master... is asking you to go to the study."
Hearing this, her hand trembled slightly, leaving a short, curved line on the paper.
She replied through the door, "Uncle Wang, please tell Young Master Leng that I might be a bit late."
The butler outside the door sighed and walked to the study to convey the message for her.
Leng Wanqing, sitting on the sofa in the study, was so angry when she heard this that she picked up the cup on the tea table and threw it.
"Tell that bitch to come here right now!"
Wang Fu barely managed to dodge the cup she threw. After getting the young master's permission, he quickly pushed open the door and escaped.
Leng Chuanjin noticed her choice of words. He frowned slightly, turned his head a bit, and gave her a cold look.
He didn't say much, but it was enough to deflate Leng Wanqing, who was in a fit of rage.
Xia Sanghuan showed up about five minutes later. When she came, Leng Wanqing noticed that she had already changed out of the casual clothes she wore during the day.
No matter how unhappy she was in her heart, she didn't dare to say another word in front of her elder brother.
As soon as Xia Sanghuan entered the room, she saw Leng Wanqing half - lying on the sofa, and her swollen and pimply ankles.
There was no trace of being caught doing something bad on her face. Instead, she was surprisingly calm.
She walked up to Leng Chuanjin and stood still, looking up at him slightly.
"Young Master Leng, did you call me here for something?"
Hearing such a distant address, his heart twitched.
But he quickly suppressed it.
He glanced at Leng Wanqing on the sofa and said to the girl in front of him, "There are some things you need to explain."
He skipped the interrogation part and directly assumed that she was the "culprit".
She slightly hooked the corner of her mouth, looking at him with a half - smile.
"How can you be so sure that I did this, Young Master Leng?"
"What if Miss Leng accidentally touched something she shouldn't have?"
He looked at her face and fell silent.
Instead, Leng Wanqing behind him shrieked, "Xia Sanghuan, stop talking nonsense! Don't you know what you've done?"
As she spoke, she jumped off the sofa and rushed straight towards Xia Sanghuan, raising her hand to slap her.
She was too fast, and Xia Sanghuan's attention had been on Leng Chuanjin, so she didn't have time to react.
Just as she was waiting for the slap to land, the expected pain didn't come.
She opened her eyes slightly and found that the second elder brother was tightly holding Leng Wanqing's wrist.
There was a hint of impatience in his already cold eyes.
"Wanqing, is this what you learned after I sent you abroad?"
Leng Wanqing shrank subconsciously, but anger quickly overwhelmed fear.
She pointed at Xia Sanghuan with the hand that wasn't caught by her elder brother and shrieked, "Why are you protecting her! It's because of her that I've become like this!"
Looking at the second young lady of the Leng family who was acting like a shrew, Xia Sanghuan lowered her eyes to hide the smile in them.
"Miss Leng, I remember you told me this morning that you sprained your ankle."
"I also told you that you could ask your family doctor to take a look, but you disagreed and insisted that I go to your family's back garden to pick herbs for you."
"Let's not talk about whether there are really herbs in the back garden. As far as I know, the climate in Yuntan is not very suitable for the growth of herbs."
"I spent the whole day looking for herbs for you and applied the medicine on your wound myself. Now that something has gone wrong, you're accusing me wrongly."
Unlike Leng Wanqing's one - sided story, she told the whole thing exactly as it happened.
After hearing what she said, Leng Chuanjin's face instantly darkened even more.
He said to Leng Wanqing, "Go outside and wait first. Bai Jingxing will be here soon."
She bit her lower lip unwillingly. Since her elder brother was staring at her, she didn't dare to cause any more trouble. She had no choice but to go out dejectedly. Before leaving, she glared at Xia Sanghuan.
After she left, Leng Chuanjin put away his gloomy expression, but his demeanor wasn't exactly gentle either.
He got straight to the point and asked, "Tell me, what's really going on?"
Xia Sanghuan knew that he wouldn't believe her. After all, she had the ability, and she was the only one in the family who might take revenge on his sister. Who else could he suspect if not her?
She shrugged and spread her hands.
"I don't know."
"I did find these herbs in your back garden, and they do have the effect of treating sprains."
"If you don't believe me, Young Master Leng, you can wait for your personal doctor to come and see if what I said is true."
Looking at her completely unfazed appearance, he began to doubt himself.
When Bai Jingxing arrived, he saw the three people in the room all looking at him in unison.
He stood at the door and was stunned for a moment, trying to recall when he had offended these three people.
Leng Chuanjin looked at his dull face and said impatiently, "Hurry up and come here."
Bai Jingxing carried his medical kit and walked over looking very confused.
He had heard on the phone that there was a problem with Leng Wanqing's skin. He originally thought that the little girl was just being vain and had put something on her face that she shouldn't have. But when he saw the rashes on her ankle, he was really shocked.
"How did this happen?"
Leng Wanqing raised her eyebrows and was about to continue accusing Xia Sanghuan, but was interrupted by Leng Chuanjin.
"Accidentally."
"Can you treat it easily?"
Bai Jingxing took out some tools and wanted to wipe it with alcohol first. But as soon as the cotton touched Leng Wanqing's skin, she let out a scream.
"It hurts!"
Leng Chuanjin standing beside added, "It itches badly if you don't touch it, but it hurts if you do."
No wonder he saw the second young lady of the Leng family looking a bit green in the face as soon as he entered the door. It turned out she was holding it in.
He took out a flashlight and looked carefully, and finally determined her symptoms.
"It should be that her skin came into direct contact with the juice of some kind of grass. It's nothing serious. Just apply this ointment regularly."
"Actually, you can just think of it as an ordinary skin allergy. It's just uncomfortable but has no other harm."
To reassure the second young lady of the Leng family who was about to cry, he added another sentence.