Chapter 17
After Song realized it, she quickly picked up her handkerchief. "This is what you worked so hard to arrange. It should be your study."

Chu Xian had already put down the teacup and walked out, leaving only the voice echoing in her ears: "I like elegant ones, this study is actually prepared for you."

Fujin specially set up a study room for her in her own yard, and put so many priceless ornaments on it, what does this mean?
Song was apprehensive, but she couldn't control her eyes to smell the treasures that symbolized her status.

In fact, she wished she could just move into this room and live in this room, she wished she could hold every decoration in her arms and have fun with it.

She was born in a small family, and her father had a very small official position, so her life was not easy.

Now, she suddenly wants to use this fairyland-like study for her, and she doesn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

When she was the only one left in the room, she couldn't help reaching out to touch the coral tree quietly, but quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded.

Mrs. Song trotted all the way to the main room, looking terrified: "Fu Jin's study, slaves dare not use it."

Chu Xian sneered in her heart. When she ran to her two hours ago to show her off, this woman was so majestic, now she knows she is afraid?

"Now you are in charge of the stewardship of our East No. [-] Office. You are a person of status. But the place where you live is only two rooms. It is really cramped and cannot support the dignity that a person in power should have. I will do this. It's because I feel sorry for you, and second, it's for the sake of our Dongsan Institute's face." Chu Xian explained with a smile, it seemed reasonable on the surface, but she was actually hiding a sword.

If Mrs. Song is smart, she should obediently hand over her housekeeping right now.

It's a pity that she didn't understand everything, and she was reluctant to give up the power she had.

Song Shi took the account book and entered the study that looked like a fairyland on earth, feeling at ease.

As for Chu Xian, on the surface she seemed to be very magnanimous, and she didn't mind at all that Mrs. Song really used that study to give orders.

At the same time, Fourth Master, who was writing a theory in the study in the front yard, already knew the whole story.

He paused holding the pen for a moment, a drop of ink fell on the policy theory, staining the handwriting.

Most of the articles that have been written are crumpled up and thrown directly to the ground.

Su Peisheng was taken aback again. The fourth master never lost his composure when writing articles before. What happened today?
The boy's brows were tightly furrowed, irritated.

With a click, another pen holder was broken.

The pen that was broken in two was thrown onto the table, and he walked to the window with his hands behind his back, with a very bad expression on his face.

Su Peisheng wiped off his sweat, and said in a low voice, "Master, Song Gege's behavior is indeed inappropriate. How about I ask someone to mention her?"

"Master, I see that you really need to mention something." Fourth master turned his face and snorted coldly.

Su Peisheng was dripping with cold sweat and didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Look at the backyard. If they do something, don't intervene. Come back to me first." Fourth Master ordered in a cold voice.

She should have done all this to gain the power of housekeeper.

Let's see what her next step is.

(End of this chapter)

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