The Overbearing CEO's Little Wildcat (38)

"Yes, Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"

The Old Butler hadn't expected Qin Mohan to return. Hearing his command, he quickly bowed respectfully.

In fact, he had always arranged for someone to clean the Young Master's room.

Dust accumulation was absolutely impossible.

But whatever the Young Master said, he would simply follow.

Qin Mohan leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, and lightly tapped his thigh with his long fingers before unhurriedly giving another instruction:

"Bring my study downstairs too. I need to use it."

The Old Butler didn't say much, nodding respectfully, "Yes, I'll arrange for someone to move it right away."

"Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Qin Mohan glanced at Su Qiao in the wheelchair, a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and said coldly, "I like quiet. Don't let me hear any bumping sounds from the wheelchair going up and down the stairs."

"This...?"

The Old Butler looked hesitantly at Qin Yu, not at Su Qiao, the person directly involved.

Evidently, Su Qiao's own opinion held no sway whatsoever in the Qin Family.

Qin Yu was just about to say, 'Qiao Qiao's legs aren't convenient right now, so it's good for her to stay downstairs for the time being,'

Unexpectedly, Qin Mohan's expression turned gloomy at a visible speed, and he stared sternly at the Old Butler: "Hmm? Do you have an objection?"

Although the Old Butler had been in the Qin Family for decades, he couldn't quite withstand Qin Mohan's aura. He turned to Su Qiao:

"Miss Su, could you please temporarily stay on the first floor? Don't worry, your room upstairs will definitely be reserved for you."

Su Qiao looked indifferent: "Oh, whatever."

Anyway, she wouldn't be staying for many days.

It's just...

What did that man's impatient gaze just now mean?

Was she very annoying?

Or had she offended him somehow?

They hadn't even exchanged a word these past few days, so she shouldn't have offended him, right?

Could it be that...

No way?

This man hadn't gotten over his anger since the day he left?

Su Qiao carefully recalled the situation from that day and then suddenly realized.

So, this man didn't want her to return to the Qin Family.

But hadn't she already said it?

She just came back to get a few things and do something.

Was he really that petty?

Most importantly, what did her returning or not returning to the Qin Family have to do with him?

Cough, cough, Host, don't you think he's jealous?

Just now at the door, as soon as the Host spoke, the blackening value immediately dropped.

Doesn't that prove something?

"Jealous? Why jealous?"

Su Qiao had the meaning of "jealousy" in her memories from this life, but...

Of course, he's jealous of that scumbag Qin Yu and doesn't want you to live upstairs.

444 sometimes thought the Host was a bit dense.

However, remembering that the Host had been confined to the deep mountains and forests in her original world, without even anyone to talk to, it felt relieved.

"Why is he jealous?"

She glanced at the man sitting on the sofa like a big shot, completely bewildered.

"Is he afraid I'll help Qin Yu and not him?"

She had already sold her shares to him, wasn't that sincerity enough?

...

444 finally experienced firsthand the feeling of 'a scholar meeting a soldier, unable to reason with them.'

The Great Demon King's actions clearly matched what was written in several books—he was jealous.

Ever since the Great Demon King secretly wiped her fingers after she fell asleep that day, it had been working overtime studying for a long time to come up with this answer.

The Great Demon King definitely had eyes for its Host.

The Old Butler was only asking for her opinion as a formality.

So, as soon as Su Qiao finished speaking, he nodded and said, "Then I'll arrange for someone to help Miss Su move her things downstairs."

"Alright." Su Qiao actually didn't want to stay on the third floor anyway.

That's because Qin Yu also lived on the third floor.

And when Guo Xiaoyu came to visit, she also stayed on the third floor.