CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: A MOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

He reminded with righteous indignation that Ningwan couldn’t just sit and wait for death, she needed to go and win back the Young Master.

Ningwan glanced at her, her eyes deepening, and sighed softly, "Forget it, what’s yours can’t be taken by others. What’s not yours, you’re powerless against. Alright, it’s getting late, you should go rest, don’t get angry here. If I’m not angry, why are you?"

He: "..."

"Young Madam, are you really not angry?"

Clearly, she was clenching her fists in anger just now.

Ningwan smiled and said, "Not angry, being angry is bad for your health. He, remember, don’t get angry easily. Anger harms the liver, lungs, and the whole body, not even magic pills can fix it."

"Oh, I understand, thank you for the reminder, Young Madam." He left dejectedly.

It was only after Ningwan saw He leave that the smile on her face slowly faded.

What a joke, could she not be angry?

If it comes to divorce, he can do whatever he wants.

If they’re not divorced, he’s hers, Ningwan would rather be widowed than cheated on.

Li Qingqing was resting in Zhan Hanjue’s study that night, almost bursting into tears from grievance.

She didn’t expect Zhan Hanjue to do anything to her tonight, after all, he was only trying to anger that woman.

However, she was still a woman, and a famous actress at that, delicate and precious. The guest room only had one bed, and it should be hers to sleep on.

But now, lying on the hard floor, she felt like coughing up blood.

Zhan Hanjue did not feel sorry for her being a woman at all, he effortlessly occupied the bed and gave her two quilts to sleep on the floor.

How many years has it been since she slept on the floor?

She couldn’t even remember.

She came from a poor family and learned to observe circumstances early, so compared to others from similar backgrounds, she didn’t suffer much.

Even when she rashly entered the entertainment industry, her starting point was much higher due to Zhan Hanjue’s protection.

With two assistants attending her during filming, she had never suffered like this before.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak."

Li Qingqing was upset when she suddenly heard an unusual sound.

A mouse?

Li Qingqing turned pale with fear.

Before she could react, a mouse indeed scrambled onto her quilt, "squeaked" once, and quickly rushed off.

"Ahhhh."

Li Qingqing screamed as she crawled up, jumping around and shaking herself off, terrified of the mouse climbing on her.

Zhan Hanjue was sleeping in the bed inside, and upon hearing Li Qingqing’s scream, he frowned and walked out displeased.

"What’s wrong?"

"Mouse, there’s a mouse."

Li Qingqing screamed, lunging towards Zhan Hanjue.

However, Zhan Hanjue reacted faster, reaching out to press her forehead and stopping her.

Li Qingqing originally wanted to take the opportunity to throw herself into Zhan Hanjue’s arms, to hug him.

Unexpectedly, her plan fell through.

She could only cry aggrievedly, sobbing continuously: "Mr. Zhan, there’s a mouse in your house, I don’t dare sleep on the floor anymore."

"How could there be a mouse? Impossible." Zhan Hanjue stated firmly.

"There really was a mouse, there was," Li Qingqing insisted, seeing Zhan Hanjue doubting her, she flushed with anxiety.

Just then, a small mouse darted out. It actually stood a distance away, tilted its head looking at them, then scurried off quickly.

Li Qingqing pointed tremblingly in the direction the mouse fled, her voice shaking, "I told you there was a mouse, see, there really is."

Zhan Hanjue frowned.

Housekeeper Wu has the house cleaned daily.

There shouldn’t be mice in the house.

The household staff were woken up in the middle of the night, and Housekeeper Wu, despite his age, ran over in a hurry, not even wearing proper clothes or shoes.

"Mice? How could there be mice?" Housekeeper Wu couldn’t believe it either.

Li Qingqing said decisively, "There was indeed a mouse, Mr. Zhan saw it too."

"Yes, there was a mouse, quickly have someone clean out the study, there are many important documents there, can’t let the mice damage them." Zhan Hanjue said with a stern face.

Housekeeper Wu nodded quickly.

Normally, the eldest master is a clean freak and doesn’t allow other staff to clean the study.

But today the situation is special, he can only apply to the eldest master and have a few reliable staff to clean together.

Otherwise, it would exhaust him to death just doing it alone.

Zhan Hanjue nodded, allowing his request.

"Young Master, perhaps you should return to your room to rest, the study might not be suitable for tonight," Housekeeper Wu suggested again.

Zhan Hanjue frowned.

Just then, Ningwan also came over, still sleepy and yawning, asking, "What’s going on? Why all the noise in the middle of the night, waking everyone up."

Seeing her genuinely sleeping, Zhan Hanjue’s expression darkened further.

Li Qingqing explained, "Madam Zhan, sorry for disturbing your rest. There’s a mouse in the study, no idea how it got in. But I think it’s not an ordinary mouse, pure white, not afraid of people, like it’s someone’s pet."

Li Qingqing’s reminder made Zhan Hanjue suddenly look at Ningwan.

Ningwan sneered, "You suspect I placed a mouse to scare you at night? Miss Li, you must be joking, I was already asleep, I have no time to place mice around at midnight. Alright, you take your time finding it, once you catch it, kill it, so you don’t suspect I raised it."

With that said, Ningwan turned and left.

Housekeeper Wu and the staff cleaned the study, didn’t find a mouse, not even a mouse hair.

Zhan Hanjue had to return to his room to rest, while Li Qingqing was arranged to stay in the guest room by Housekeeper Wu.

When Zhan Hanjue returned to the room, Ningwan was already asleep.

She didn’t even ask, not a single word exchanged with him.

Zhan Hanjue couldn’t help but feel even more stifled.

Did she really not care at all about him keeping Li Qingqing overnight?

In the middle of the night, the little woman who originally had her back to him suddenly turned over. She snuggled over, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

Zhan Hanjue, who was too angry to sleep, suddenly felt all his anger dissipate when she embraced him.

He couldn’t help but curl his lips, hugged her, and finally closed his eyes.

But early in the morning, Housekeeper Wu came knocking on the door to report to Zhan Hanjue that Li Qingqing was ill.

After all, Li Qingqing was a guest of the Zhan Family, the first guest to stay overnight in years.

With her suddenly falling ill, Housekeeper Wu was anxious, so he hurriedly came to report.

Ningwan, now awake, slipped out of Zhan Hanjue’s embrace, surprised: "Ill? How could she suddenly fall ill?"

"Perhaps she was scared by the mouse," Housekeeper Wu explained through the door.

"Did you catch the mouse?" Ningwan asked again.

Housekeeper Wu regretfully said, "No, we found nothing."

"You two didn’t just see things last night, did you? Forget it, I’ll go check on Miss Li and make her a prescription."

Ningwan first sneered at Zhan Hanjue.

Then she shook her head, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.