Finest Servant

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Plotting against the Young Miss (Part 2)

Following Old Dong to his home, Lin Wanrong found that his residence was just as shabby as his. Inside the house, there was a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, carefully mending clothes by the window. Another boy, dressed in a short outfit and about fifteen or sixteen years old, with curious eyes, was staring at Lin Wanrong.

"Qiao Qiao, pour some tea quickly. We have an honored guest at home," Old Dong shouted as soon as he entered the house.

The girl sitting by the window raised her head. With her arched eyebrows, willow-like eyes, delicate nose, and rosy lips, she was truly a stunning beauty - a rare find. If she were placed in Peking University, she would at least be a campus belle.

Lin Wanrong couldn't believe that such a lewd person like Old Dong could have such a beautiful daughter. It was really like a good piece of bamboo shooting up from a rotten stem.

Laughing, Lin Wanrong said to Old Dong, "Uncle Dong, you're truly blessed."

Old Dong raised his head and laughed, "Girl, this is Young Master Lin. Come and greet him."

Perhaps because she had never encountered a strange young man before, Qiao Qiao blushed slightly and walked up to Lin Wanrong, bowing respectfully. "Greetings, Young Master Lin."

Lin Wanrong pointed at his bare toes and smiled, "Miss Dong, please forgive my shabby appearance. How can I be called a young master?"

Qiao Qiao saw the exposed toes on Lin Wanrong's feet and couldn't help but smile. Her face turned even redder.

Old Dong then pointed to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and said, "Qing Shan, come and meet Young Master Lin."

Qing Shan looked at Lin Wanrong curiously and walked up to him to bow. "Greetings, Young Master Lin."

Lin Wanrong smiled and pulled Qing Shan over. "Uncle Dong, is he your son?"

Old Dong smiled and replied, "Yes, he is. This kid is always idle and likes to cause trouble. He's not worthy of being called a young master."

Although Qing Shan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyes were agile, his demeanor was fierce, and he was not afraid of strangers. He had a few bruises on his body, as if he had been in a fight. However, he looked natural and didn't seem to care at all.

Lin Wanrong was impressed with Qing Shan and asked him, "Little brother Dong, have you studied before?"

Qing Shan shook his head and said, "I studied in a private school for two years, but then the teacher kicked me out."

Old Dong was furious and said, "Who told you to fight with that Zhang kid?"

Dong Qingshan retorted, "If he bullies others, I can't just stand by and watch. Of course, I have to intervene. If he dares to do it again, I'll definitely beat him up."

Seeing Dong Rende's anger causing his beard to lift, Dong Qiaoqiao quickly advised, "Father, it's all in the past. Please don't scold your younger child anymore."

Dong Rende seemed to listen to his daughter's words and only gave Dong Qingshan a stern glance before remaining silent.

Lin Wanrong found it amusing and said to Dong Qingshan, "In the future, if you want to fight, come find me. I'll find a way to help you and make sure no one bullies you."

"Really?" Dong Qingshan had never had anyone speak to him like this, especially not a well-educated young gentleman like Lin Wanrong. He was naturally overjoyed.

Dong Rende and Dong Qiaoqiao both looked at Lin Wanrong. Dong Rende didn't understand what Lin Wanrong meant, but Dong Qiaoqiao's eyes carried some blame, although with her delicate appearance, it had a different meaning.

Lin Wanrong smiled at the father and daughter of the Dong family and said, "If you continue to prevent Qingshan from fighting on the streets, it probably won't be effective. Am I right?"

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the bruises on her brother's body and a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Lin Wanrong and nodded lightly.

Lin Wanrong continued, "Prevention is better than cure. Instead of letting Qingshan fight recklessly and cause trouble, it's better to tell him what to do and what not to do, and how to minimize his losses and prevent harm to his loved ones."

Dong Qingshan's face brightened and said, "Yes, that's what I want. Big brother Lin, please teach me."

Dong Qingshan was quite clever and immediately stopped calling "young master Lin" and began calling him "big brother".

Dong Rende couldn't understand the meaning behind his words, but Dong Qiaoqiao showed a thoughtful expression and seemed to understand something.

Lin Wanrong nodded to Dong Rende and said, "Uncle Dong, don't worry. From now on, Qingshan will only fight less and less."

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at Lin Wanrong and said, "The fights may decrease, but the scale may become larger."

"Miss Qiaoqiao is truly clever," Lin Wanrong laughed and said. Although surprised, he could see that Dong Qiaoqiao was exceptionally intelligent and could even guess his thoughts.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and quickly said in a soft voice, "Young Master Lin, please don't praise me too much. I just hope you can teach Qingshan well so he won't learn bad habits."

Haha, this little girl is quite interesting. Although she's warning Lin Wanrong not to corrupt Dong Qingshan, she says it so delicately that it makes Lin Wanrong unable to hold back his laughter.

"Certainly, certainly," Lin Wanrong replied with a knowing look, winking at Dong Qiaoqiao.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed furiously, realizing that Lin Wanrong had completely caught onto her underlying message. She felt that her little bit of cleverness was useless in front of Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong was not there to flirt with the girl. He stopped talking to her and asked Old Dong for a piece of paper, which he carefully cut into four parts, saying: "Uncle Dong, find someone with good handwriting to write down everything you know about Miss Xiao in detail. Leave no detail unmentioned and divide it into different sections. For example, if Miss Xiao likes to eat something, you can list it as a separate section titled 'Miss Xiao and Food.' If she likes a certain type of clothing, you can list it in a section called 'Miss Xiao's Aesthetic Preferences,' and so on. If these four pieces of paper are not enough, you can cut them into smaller pieces and continue adding on. Then, find someone with nimble hands to bind them into a book."

Dong Rende asked in confusion, "Master Lin, why is this necessary? You don't need to find someone else for handwriting and binding. Little Qiaoqiao is more than capable of doing it."

"Oh?" Lin Wanrong looked at Dong Qiaoqiao in surprise, not expecting her to have such a skill.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed, not knowing what Lin Wanrong and her father were up to, but didn't object.

"I have my eyes on Miss Xiao," Lin Wanrong said with a smile, shocking everyone.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed and thought to herself, "How could he be so frivolous? How can he say such things so easily?"

Dong Qingshan, on the other hand, was straightforward, "Brother Lin, you want to pursue Miss Xiao? Great, bring her back and let me see what she looks like."

Old Dong had seen Lin Wanrong's methods before and knew he had ulterior motives. However, this Lin guy was a bit of a wild card, and he might actually be interested in Miss Xiao.

Lin Wanrong laughed, "Qingshan, where did you get that idea? I haven't even seen her in person, how could I pursue her? You're underestimating your Brother Lin."

He had some negative feelings towards the Xiao family because Uncle Wei had asked him to become a servant in their household. Before he went to serve those young ladies and madam, he wanted to make a little money off Miss Xiao and soothe his wounded heart.

Dong Qiaoqiao chuckled and looked at him. This Lin guy was different from those literary gentlemen, his skin seemed to have thickened quite a bit.

She heard that Lin Wanrong knew how to read and write, which was good news. It would be easier to work with someone who was on their side. Lin Wanrong instructed Dong Rende to leave some blank space on each page, of varying sizes and positions, so they wouldn't need to write everything down.

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