Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 231: The Cactus’s Disaster, The Storm Is Coming

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“I won’t go to the company today. Have the contracts that need signing sent to the Shen residence. You know the address, right?”

Miao Miao replied, “I know.”

“That’ll be it for now. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

She put away her phone just as a taxi pulled up in front of her. Shen Wan got in and gave the driver the address of the old mansion.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a tall iron gate. Steward Zhou approached to check and saw Shen Wan getting out of the taxi, her right elbow wrapped in a bandage, quite conspicuous.

“Third Lady,” Zhou Qingfu reached out to take her shopping bags.

Shen Wan deftly avoided, and Zhou Qingfu, being astute, didn’t show any displeasure. He calmly retracted his hand, both his demeanor and actions appearing entirely natural.

“Third Lady, are you injured?” Zhou Qingfu asked with concern, seemingly unfazed by the cold treatment he received.

“It’s a minor injury, already taken care of. Nothing serious. Thanks for asking.”

With that, she moved past him and entered the premises.

Zhou Qingfu watched the graceful figure of the young lady as she walked farther away, his gaze suddenly darkening. A complex mix of emotions swirled within him, like tangled threads that couldn’t be cut or unraveled.

“Steward Zhou, this is the healthiest cactus in the garden. Should we send it to Young Master He’s room now or wait for him to return?” Uncle Ding held a small flowerpot containing a lush and succulent cactus, juicy and plump. He lowered the edge of the pot to make it easier for Zhou Qingfu to see.

This morning, as Young Master He was passing through the garden as usual, he suddenly stopped and said, “Is there still a cactus?”contemporary romance

Uncle Ding didn’t think much of it and naturally ignored the word “still.” However, Steward Zhou, not far away, caught onto it.

“Yes, we have plenty, over a dozen!”

“Send one to my room.”

Uncle Ding didn’t dare to be negligent in carrying out Young Master He’s orders. He promptly agreed and selected the best cactus, then came to ask Zhou Qingfu when exactly to deliver it, resulting in the scene unfolding before them.

Zhou Qingfu pondered for a moment and said, “Send it now.”

Uncle Ding nodded, carrying the cactus, and turned to leave, wondering in his heart: Young Master He usually likes to cultivate delicate flowers and plants, such as orchids, which require patience and a high level of expertise. He usually dismisses wild and easily survivable plants like cacti. Why the sudden change?

It was indeed strange!

That morning, Uncle Ding had delivered the most visually appealing cactus selected from a myriad of options to He Huai’s room.

Meanwhile, Shen Wan was fast asleep in bed, completely unaware that a storm was brewing outside. Soon, the rain would come pouring down.

She woke up again, this time due to hunger.

Seeing the twilight outside the window, Shen Wan was shocked to realize that she had slept from morning until the evening sunset.

However, sleep was indeed a wonderful thing. Shen Wan now felt energized and refreshed all over her body.

She picked up her phone, noticing two unread text messages from Miao Miao.

Shen Wan’s fingertips lightly tapped the screen and opened the messages.

The first message was about someone she had sent to deliver documents.

The second message mentioned that the person had handed the documents to a steward named Zhou and instructed Shen Wan to contact him after seeing the message.

“Okay,” she replied with a single word.

Since she was feeling hungry, Shen Wan put on a long coat, went downstairs to find something to eat, and also to collect the documents.

As she descended the spiral staircase, the living room remained unlit, with closed curtains, shrouded in a gray and gloomy atmosphere. It didn’t seem like anyone was there.

Shen Wan changed direction and headed straight for the dining room.

The kitchen emitted a delicious aroma, but the dining table was empty. There were no dishes, and no utensils were set out. Normally, at this time, dinner would be almost ready, but now there was no one around.

What could be going on?

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