That night, the driver and Mu Yuze stayed there.
The driver glanced at the pitch - black sky outside. A fierce battle raged in his mind between "continuing the arduous three - hour journey back" and "spending the night in this shabby old house".
Lu Xue was still basking in the glow of her generous self - image and warmly invited them.
"Why not stay here for the night and hit the road tomorrow?"
The driver had a hundred and one concerns, but he never expected the young master beside him to quietly nod and say, "Okay."
The driver was stunned!
Didn't the young master have a cleanliness fetish? Didn't he pick and choose his beds? Didn't he have strict sleep habits?
When he saw the old wooden bed in the corner, covered in dust and creaking, the driver almost grabbed the young master's leg and wailed, "Let's just go back!"
That night, the creaking sounds echoed through the old house all night long.
If someone passed by the yard outside and heard those noises, it would really give them the creeps.
The driver tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep at all, with a heart full of sorrow.
However, the bed opposite was as quiet as if no one was sleeping in it. The Buddhist - like young master, Mu Yuze, was like a golden statue on the verge of nirvana, quietly breathing in the essence of heaven and earth.
To make matters worse, it started to rain that night.
When the sound of "drip", "drip" first rang out, the driver just couldn't believe his eyes.
He got up and walked around the whole house. Eventually, he was forced to accept the fact that the house was leaking.
That night, it was pouring outside while it was drizzling inside. Wrapped in his quilt, the driver thought about his bad luck and rough career, and he almost cried himself into a mess.
The next day.
Lu Xue stretched and came out to greet them. "Good morning!"
Mu Yuze was already neatly dressed, standing in the morning light of the yard, and replied indifferently, "Good morning."
The driver was adding firewood to the stove, trying to dry his clothes that had been wet all night.
Lu Xue started to repair her water heater that had been broken for two days, making a clanging noise.
The driver couldn't help but speak up. "Miss Lu Xue, we explained the situation to you yesterday. Um... When can you go back with us?"
The girl was holding a water pipe and turned around, looking at him strangely.
... Who said she was going back with them?
She took a look at her residence with deep nostalgia, as if she were admiring a magnificent mansion. "I'm quite comfortable living here."
Driver: "..."
This girl's life was so tragic!
Maybe she had never had a good life in her whole life!
"... Miss Lu Xue, if you go back with us, your future identity will be the young lady of the Mu Group!"
"Okay."
Clang, clang, clang. This water heater was really useless.
"... Maybe you can even work in the Mu Group's company and help the master and the mistress manage the business."
"Okay."
Lu Xue paused for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and asked.
"... Do you have hot water there?"
"Huh?"
The driver didn't quite follow her train of thought, but he quickly nodded.
"Yes, yes. We have everything you need."
Lu Xue thought for a moment and soon gave a hasty answer.
"Okay then. Let's set off."
Driver: "???"
...
The car drove all the way out of the village entrance.
The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from muddy roads and rice fields to rivers and factories, and then slowly to the tenement buildings and vegetable markets in the suburbs.
Three hours later, the car drove into the bustling city.
Looking at the high - rise buildings on both sides, the driver almost burst into tears.
When this muddy car that looked like it had just come out of a repair shop stopped in front of the Mu Mansion, the bodyguards didn't recognize it at first.
Wasn't it a majestic Bugatti with a high - class matte finish when they set off?
What on earth had it been through in just one short night?
...
Inside the villa.
Someone was pacing restlessly.
"... I said Sister Ding, stop pacing back and forth in front of me," said a short - haired girl on the sofa, crossing her legs and painting her nails. There was a look of disdain on her face. "Isn't it just taking in one more adopted daughter? I heard that girl grew up in an orphanage. She's so rustic. Even if she comes, no one will take her seriously. Why do you care so much?"