Qing Feng turned around and looked at her, seemingly puzzled. "I don't understand what you mean by asking me this, Miss Su."
Su Mingyu smiled and took out the extremely ugly embroidered pouch from her bosom. "This thing was found when you, Young Master Qing Feng, left my yard. After much thought, I figure it could only be something you left behind. I wonder if I'm right."
When Su Mingyu took out the pouch, Qing Feng's gaze suddenly turned sharp. "Give it back to me!"
As he said this, Qing Feng reached out his hand to grab it, but Su Mingyu took a step back with the pouch in her hand, dodging his grasp.
Seeing this, Qing Feng changed his palm into a claw and grabbed Su Mingyu's hand. Su Mingyu quickly flipped her wrist and slapped Qing Feng hard on the forearm, forcing him to take two steps back.
Qing Feng took a step forward and made a move to grab it again. Su Mingyu didn't tolerate his behavior. Like a ghost, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder with her right hand, and hooked his calf hard with her right foot. Qing Feng instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground in a mess.
"Ouch..."
Qing Feng looked up at Su Mingyu in surprise. He didn't expect that this thin and small girl in front of him would have such a quick reaction and explosive power, even two points higher than his own.
Looking at the pouch in Su Mingyu's hand, Qing Feng knew that he couldn't grab it by force. So he stood up, walked in front of Su Mingyu, stood upright, and bowed ninety degrees. "Miss Su, please return this pouch to me. It's extremely important to me."
Why didn't he act like this earlier? He even tried to grab things from her. He was really overestimating himself.
Su Mingyu chuckled softly and played with the pouch in her hand, showing no intention of giving it back. "Young Master Qing Feng hasn't answered my question just now. Do you have someone you like?"
Glancing at the pouch, Qing Feng lowered his head and tightly clenched his fists. After a long while, he murmured almost inaudibly, "Yes. But there's an insurmountable gap between that person and me. So that person is no longer by my side."
Su Mingyu let out a long "oh." "So you still like that person, right?"
Qing Feng pursed his lips and nodded as if he had given up struggling. "Even so, there's absolutely no possibility between her and me."
"Whether there's a possibility or not should be the result of your joint discussion." Su Mingyu threw the pouch back to Qing Feng. "What right do you have to make a decision on behalf of that person here? Maybe that person misses you very much too. You never know."
Qing Feng caught the pouch. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Mingyu in surprise as if he had suddenly realized something. "Does Miss Su mean... she still misses me?"
Su Mingyu turned around and left with a half-smile. "This is a matter between you and her. How would I know? If you really want to know whether she still has feelings for you in her heart, why don't you go and ask her yourself?"
"Ask her?" Qing Feng lowered his head and chewed on Su Mingyu's words. Finally, he shook his head bitterly. "Even if I ask, so what? In the end, she and I will only be passers-by in each other's lives."
Hearing Qing Feng's stubborn words, Su Mingyu sighed silently.
One is as dull as a wooden block, and the other is an innocent little fool. It seems that their road will be tough.
Although she had intended to give Qing Feng a hint, seeing his appearance, it seemed that he had some knots in his heart. And her maid Zhizhu was quite innocent. She couldn't help him untangle his knots in a short time.
Forget it. If the two of them are really destined to be together, they shouldn't be separated because of such a small thing.
After all, it's their own business, and Su Mingyu wasn't in a good position to interfere. "This is your business. I'm just curious, so I asked. How you want to handle it is up to you, Young Master Qing Feng. I'm not qualified to judge."
As her voice faded, Su Mingyu had disappeared from Qing Feng's sight. Looking at her back, Qing Feng stood there in a daze for a long time.
Early the next morning, Su Mingyu got up and called Zhizhu. "Zhizhu, what are you doing? Why didn't you come to wake me up this morning?"
But after calling several times, she didn't see Zhizhu appear at the door. Su Mingyu frowned in confusion and casually grabbed a maid and asked, "Where's Zhizhu? Why didn't I see her come to serve me this morning?"
The maid pondered for a moment and then said, "It's said that Zhizhu seemed to be a bit unwell since last night. So she asked the housekeeper for a leave today. She should still be sleeping now."
Zhizhu is unwell?
How could that be?
When she went out to look for Ye Weiguang last night, Zhizhu seemed perfectly fine. At most, she was just a bit distracted.
It seems that this Qing Feng really has a great influence on her. Even a maid who would come to serve her even if she was beaten by others is now avoiding her.
Su Mingyu shook her head helplessly. "Okay, I see. You can go now."
After saying that, Su Mingyu turned around and walked towards the servants' resting area.
She saw Zhizhu curled up on the bed at a glance. Su Mingyu stepped forward and asked softly, "Where do you feel unwell? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"
Zhizhu shook her head. Her voice came out muffled from under the quilt. "I'm fine. I just feel weak all over. I'll be okay after a rest. Miss, don't come near me. What if I infect you with the cold?"
Su Mingyu pulled back the quilt worriedly and touched Zhizhu's forehead. It wasn't very hot. Only then did the stone in her heart fall. "It doesn't matter. Your miss is strong and healthy. How could I be infected by your cold?"
As she said this, Su Mingyu simply sat cross-legged beside her. "It's said that people are the most vulnerable when they're sick. So you can tell me whatever you want to eat now. I'll ask others to prepare it for you."
If it had been before, Zhizhu would surely have happily hugged her and started to act coquettishly, naming all kinds of things she wanted to eat.
But this time, Zhizhu just buried her head under the quilt. "No need. I'm just a little uncomfortable. I'll be okay after a rest. Miss, don't worry about me."
Alas, it turns out that no matter who it is, they all look like this when they're troubled by love.
Su Mingyu used to think that a little maid like Zhizhu didn't understand much about love and wouldn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, she seemed to care more than ordinary people, just in a different way.
Just seeing that pouch made her like this. If she knew about her conversation with Qing Feng yesterday, wouldn't she be even more sad?