Chapter 21: Victory in Battle

  "No, I don't have a boyfriend." Hanaki Haruka waved her hand in haste, denying it.

  Facing Huamu Qing's answer, Zeng Ling was obviously not very satisfied, "No boyfriend?"

  "Uh-huh." Hanaki Haruka hastily nodded and stretched out her little finger, ready to make a promise.

  "Alright, I believe you. You're such a good-looking and kind person, I'm sure you won't cheat on me." Zeng Ling waved her hand, trusting Huamu Qing's words without a doubt. "We're both in the same boat, neither of us has a boyfriend. Let's go!"

  Zeng Ling gave Huamu Qing a sparkling glance, mischievously, and finally waved at her, indicating that the two should go see the master of the Gong family.

  Huā mù qíng náo náo tóu, yī liǎn de bù hǎo yì si, méi xiǎng dǎ pò gāng jìn lái jiù dé le rén jiā de xìn rèn, jǐn guān tā mán zhù le zì jǐ de shēn fèn, jǐn guān tā shì yǒu kǔ zhòng de, bèi rén jiā xìn rèn de gǎn jué hái hěn shuǎng de.

  "Let's go." Ling Jie urged, seeing Hua Mu Qing standing still in a daze.

  Huamulan put the bag on her body on the bed and followed Ling sister out.

  The floor is made of black marble, the ceramic tiles are bright and mirror-like, the crystal chandelier is magnificent, the glass table is made of pure black wood, the imported brand-name cushion chairs, the exquisite carved bookcase, the whole room, it's almost indescribable.

  A woman wearing a pink-blue dress, with a slightly wheat-colored complexion looking so healthy, black short hair hanging straight on her shoulders, and her cheeks faintly showing a light red.

  Time can sweep away the rosy cheeks of youth, but it cannot sweep away the beauty that emerges after a woman has accumulated experience and wisdom over the years.

  At this time, she was holding an imported microphone, dancing to the rhythm of music on the LCD TV, her voice not as soft and sweet as a woman's, but with a manly hardness and thickness. The woman sang very enthusiastically, getting higher and higher, echoing throughout the villa, making people feel quite awkward.

  The sister Ling downstairs led Huamu Qing step by step towards the destination, but halfway through, a voice suddenly broke into her ears, making her feel uncomfortable. She turned left and right to try to find the source of the sound, but unfortunately, she couldn't see where it came from.

  Zeng Ling had an expression that was already used to seeing strange things, but there was a hint of impatience on her face. She simply covered her ears and continued to lead Huamu Qing towards the corner of the garden.

  When the woman sang to the high note of that song, due to her poor throat condition, she couldn't sing out the original singer's melodious sound. However, the woman was unaware and had a determination like "everyone wakes up but I am still drunk".

  In the end, the more they sang, the more ear-piercing it became, the more unbearable it was to listen. In the end, it directly burst into a loud noise, even causing the crystal pendant lamp's light bulb to shatter with a loud crash along with a high note.

  However, the downstairs Huamu Qing could not bear it. She covered her ears that had been poisoned and she could even exaggeratedly see the whole building twisting and turning with the sound.

  She squatted down and looked at Zeng Ling in front of her with a 'here we go again' expression, puzzled, "What sound is that, Sister Ling?"

  Zeng Ling immediately complained, "It's Mrs. Gong's voice, she loves to indulge in self-entertainment, especially that rock singer... that Adam Lambert's song."

  "What?!" Huamu Qing exclaimed in surprise, never expecting that Mrs. Gong would like rock music, and it was actually the famous AdamAmber band.

  "This is not even the worst part, what's most important is that she likes Adamamber, whenever there's a celebratory dinner party, the lady will ask the host to invite her to sing... Haha." Zeng Ling said with disdain, although knowing that the lady liked Adamamber and had a young heart, which were all good things, but not being aware of one's own strengths and weaknesses, and even flaunting one's shortcomings on stage, was just not right.

  "Ah?" Hanaki Sei's face showed a startled expression. If this voice were to join in while standing on stage, what would be the outcome?

  "Haha! You're so troubled!" Zeng Ling pointed at Huamu Qing, who was shocked and amazed. They were already used to it, "Don't worry, Muqing, you'll get used to it slowly." Zeng Ling comforted the shocked Huamu Qing, "Let's go!"

  "Ah." Hanaki scratched his head with an embarrassed expression, and then the two continued on their way to their destination.

  Zeng Ling led Huamu Qing to the second floor, in front of the exclusive KTV room of Jiang Meiwen, the lady of the house. When the door opened, Huamu Qing covered her mouth and widened her eyes, once again being shocked beautifully.

  "Mrs. looks like a character in a play!" Hanaki Haruka's first impression of Jiang Meiwen was this when she saw her for the first time.

  Shoulder-length short hair, wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, the entire shape has an exceptionally eye-catching focus. Sometimes she would play with her hair, sometimes she would be sexy and charming, the combination of black hair and smoky makeup presented by this Eastern woman is so charming that it's stunning. Although Jiang Meiyan is already a middle-aged woman, she still portrays that mature charm perfectly, wearing a gorgeous dress, she performs an extreme beauty.

  Just as she was getting into the swing of singing, she was abruptly interrupted. Jiang Meiwen placed her hands in front of her and looked at the servant and a beautiful girl with an unknown origin with a displeased expression.

  "Hello!" Knowing that his appearance might cause dissatisfaction to the hostess, Huamu Qingyang smiled and bowed slightly to Jiang Meiwen.

  Seeing the girl's good attitude, Jiang Meiwen also stopped putting on a face and stretched out her left hand to make a 'please' gesture, saying "Sit down!" before walking over to the sofa and sitting down by herself.

  Huā Mù Qíng looked at Jiāng Měi Wén's back as she walked past her, still in a state of shock, while Líng Jiě had already sat down on the ground beside her.

  Jiang Meiwen sat on the sofa, staring at Hua Muqing who was also sitting on the golden sofa. She didn't remind Hua Muqing to pay attention to anything, she just kept silent, but her eyes showed an uncontrollable anger. This little girl actually dared to be presumptuous and not understand the rules, how could a servant sit on the same level as her, the master, on the sofa?

  As a young lady at home, she was a maid for the first time and had no experience. How would Huamu Qing know those so-called rules?

  Zeng Ling gently touched Huamu Qing's thigh, hinting at her seat with her eyes. Huamu Qing only reacted then, awkwardly smiled and quickly got up from the sofa, then stared at Jiang Meiwen, apologizing, "Sorry."

  Jiang Meiwen also didn't bother to care about it anymore, although she didn't understand the rules, she thought that since he was new here, she wouldn't mind. "What's your name?"

  "My name is Shen Muqing." The person was almost kneeling on the ground, with his hands hanging down to his thighs, and Huamu Qing answered seriously.

  "What did you used to do? And how long have you been working?" Jiang Meiwen nodded, slightly satisfied with Hanaki Haruka's attitude.

  "She also works as a maid and has been working for three years." Hanaki said casually.