Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (21)

The two even had very similar auras about them—equally calm and imposing, equally capable of making their enemies surrender without a fight.

Although Lin Qiuchi had some money and talent, a woman with nothing but romance in her head was utterly unfit to be the mistress of a household.

In the past, she would have been nothing more than a concubine.

Unfortunately, she also thought far too highly of herself and refused to be beneath anyone else.

"Is that so?" Zhang Jingyu had been very busy these past two years and truly hadn't paid attention to Su Qiao's affairs.

"I wouldn't dare spread rumors recklessly."

Butler Lu was, on the surface, the steward of Zhang Mansion, but in truth, he was Zhang Jingyu's most trusted right-hand man.

Whether it concerned the household or the affairs of the chamber of commerce, he investigated everything thoroughly.

"These past few days, letters addressed to the newspapers have begun appearing in the mansion's mailbox. We've confirmed they're from the Second Young Mistress. Sir, should we..."

After all, they had been sent from the mansion, so checking into them was only natural.

But when he had wanted to investigate on the first day, the "sir" at the time had given him a stern warning.

Of course, he knew that the "sir" then was not the sir standing before him now.

After thinking it over again and again, he still wanted to bring this matter up with sir today.

Zhang Jingyu frowned in thought, then relaxed. "Help her send them."

"Yes." Butler Lu was somewhat surprised, but said nothing.

He merely thought to himself that he should keep a closer eye on the Second Young Mistress from now on, lest the people under him offend her.

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With money in hand, Su Qiao went out that