37: In The Mood To Change The Carpet?

In The Mood To Change The Carpet?

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As a result, he had become anxious for nothing. 0

The biggest of issues could not move his emotions. Yet, the slightest hint that Fang Xinxin disliked him drove him insane!

Fang Manxue's scheme had failed and she was filled with envy and resentment. She felt that she was about to vomit blood in anger. "CEO Bai, please don't be angry. I will leave immediately."

She turned to leave the main bedroom in her high heels.

Fang Xinxin watched as Fang Manxue went away in anger. She felt invigorated.

Considering Fang Manxue's temper, she would definitely tear the Fang family's roof down when she returned home.

Bai Qinghao glanced at the carpet that Fang Manxue had stepped on, in disdain. "Change the carpet. In the future, don't let Fang Manxue into this bedroom again!"

"Understood," the maid outside the room responded respectfully.

Fang Manxue overheard his words on her way down the stairs. She felt herself trembling in anger.

He even removed the carpet that she had stepped on?? Bai Qinghao had really humiliated her thoroughly!

Yet, the more high up in the air this man was, the more she desired him!

She deliberated over the matter. Bai Qinghao did not say he wanted the carpet to be changed because she had entered his room. Perhaps, he was simply in the mood to change the carpet?

As Fang Manxue arrived at this conclusion, her heart felt better.

In the Yu Ting Villa's main bedroom, the maid quickly replaced the carpet with a brand new one.

Bai Qinghao stepped on the clean fabric and felt his mood lift up.

He sat down on the bed and lifted his hand to check Fang Xinxin's forehead. "There's no fever."

His gaze held concern as he watched her. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"No." She shook her head and leaned back against the pillow.

Her heart was warm from the heat of his palm.

"You've been asleep for quite some time since returning from the hospital. It's been a whole day." He pursed his lips.

"I haven't slept well in a long time. I wanted to rest for longer." Toward the end of her previous life, she had suffered from serious insomnia. She truly treasured the opportunity that God had given her to recover her happiness, to live again and to return to the Yu Ting Villa.

"As long as you're all right." His tone was mild.

"Get up then. Let's go to the living room to eat."

"En." She nodded her head. "You go on first. I'll come down after I wash up."

Hearing this, Bai Qinghao stood up and left the room.

Fang Xinxin's gaze landed on the suitcase in the corner of the room.

That was her suitcase. She had packed it right before eloping with Bai Chenxi. It contained almost all of her important documents.

Bai Qinghao must have arranged for someone to bring it here.

She was still dressed in the clothes that Bai Qinghao had ordered Liu Li to buy for her. It did not fit her well and she wanted to change into a fresh set of clothes. She opened her suitcase. There was a dress that had turned dull from washing, apart from two other sets of old clothes. They were barely worth a few dollars.

The fabric was covered in lint. None of these could be worn before others. But this was all that she owned and it wasn't worth even a few cents. It was embarrassing to have to wear these.

The Fang family never bought her new clothes. Fang Manxue, on the other hand, was constantly dressed in branded goods. She always had new clothes and her allowance ran into several thousand dollars.

They were both Fang family's daughters, yet they were treated so differently.

She truly could not understand her mother's thoughts.

"Miss Fang, Young Master asked me to take you next door for your clothes." The maid, Ji Qing, respectfully gestured for her to follow.

"I don't have any clothes here…" Fang Xinxin began. She naturally understood that the maid's mention of 'Young Master' was referring to Bai Qinghao.

"Please, just follow me."

Fang Xinxin followed the maid to the room next door. It was a similarly extravagant room. The walk-in closet in there was the most eye-catching furniture in that room. It was filled with women's clothes. Every piece was exquisite. The styles were unique and outstanding, and they made for a stunning sight in the closet.

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