Jiang Mengyue subconsciously tightened her hands. Her eldest brother had been treating others coldly and indifferently. She wanted to please her eldest brother, but sending gifts and sweet soup made by herself was of no use. They were all returned.
But... the eldest brother actually gave Jiang Ning something?
"What the hell is going on? How did that dog woman impress big brother?"
Hong Zhu had already inquired clearly, "I heard that Miss Jiang Ning gave an inkstone to the eldest young master."
"Inkstone?"
Jiang Mengyue was stunned. Today she asked Jiang Ning to get an inkstone. At that time, Jiang Ning bought an inkstone to please her elder brother.
What she didn't expect was that her eldest brother actually accepted her inkstone and gave her a gift in return.
Jiang Mengyue pulled the handkerchief angrily, almost tearing it to pieces.
She felt defeated by Jiang Ning.
Why? Why could Jiang Ning get a return gift from her eldest brother?
She was the young lady who grew up in the Marquis Mansion. Jiang Ning was just picked up from the countryside and had only been back for less than two months. How could she win the favor of her elder brother?
This was undoubtedly a slap in the face.
The less you can get, the more you want to get it.
She wouldn't say much about that idiot Jiang Minglan. He was just a dog she raised, and he would never go west if he was told to go east.
But Jiang Mingcheng...
She deliberately tried to please him and tried hard for many years but to no avail.
Jiang Mingcheng was a talented person praised by the Emperor, and his future prospects were limitless. As long as she could gain Jiang Mingcheng's trust and favor, she could get whatever she wanted in the future.
"Jiang Ning..."
Jiang Mengyue gritted her teeth, wishing to kill Jiang Ning.
"That dog woman, she's going to get it!"
While she was cursing angrily, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Mengyue quickly calmed down her ferocious expression. When she was alone in the room, her true nature would show, but if there were outsiders around, she would show a gentle and kind appearance.
She is the daughter of the Marquis family, so of course she has to behave flawlessly in front of others.
"Come in." Jiang Mengyue said calmly.
The person who came in was Bing Lan, her face was a bit ugly, she came closer and whispered, "Second Miss, Xu Yuanqing is here."
Jiang Mengyue couldn't help but frown after hearing this, "What is he doing here?"
"He is here to ask for money..."
"He wants money?" Jiang Mengyue slapped her hand on the table, "Didn't you just give him fifty taels a few days ago? Why is he asking for money again?"
To bring Jiang Ning and Xu Yuanqing together, she thought of a way to collude with Xu Yuanqing to set up a trap for Jiang Ning, but she didn't expect that this person would be so shameless and dare to come to ask for money!
"Hey, why should I give it to him? Send him away quickly!"
"Miss..." Bing Lan looked ugly. Thinking of Xu Yuanqing's bruised nose and swollen face, Xu Yuanqing threatened her severely that if she didn't give her money, she would tell all the things she had done.
"If you don't give money, I don't know what he will do..."
Jiang Mengyue snorted angrily, "Forget it, take fifty taels from the box and give it to him."
He has to be used to drag Jiang Ning into trouble.
"Xu Yuanqing wants two hundred taels..." Bing Lan hesitated and spoke.
Jiang Mengyue's eyes widened with shock, "What did you say? He wants two hundred taels?"
She was very favored in the house, and the personal money she had saved in this way was only about 3,000 taels. Xu Yuanqing asked for 200 taels, which was like cutting off a piece of her flesh!
"How shameless! How can he ask me for money?"
It's like eating the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!
You open your mouth and ask for two hundred taels. Do you think the silver was brought by the strong wind?
Jiang Mengyue waved her hands impatiently, "Get him out of here!"
Bing Lan was in a dilemma, with an ugly expression on her face, "Miss, Xu Yuanqing is really determined... If we don't give him the money, he might come to make trouble."
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