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I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 871 - Dream 3
Chapter 871: Chapter 871 Dream 3
The servants standing by immediately stepped forward, efficiently clearing away the mess.
Everything was orderly and silent, as if such a scene occurred often and everyone was accustomed to it.
Qiao Na watched Fu Miaoxue with a cold expression, “Not only have you behaved improperly at the table, but you’ve also been willfully abusive and lack even the basic respect for food. Therefore, Miss, you shall skip this meal.”
She calmly instructed the servants, “Clean up the young lady’s place, and take care not to let those broken ceramics and glass shards injure the young lady.”
The servants said in unison, “Yes,” and continued cleaning.
Fu Miaoxue snorted coldly, like a proud and naive princess, saying, “I won’t eat then! What’s so great about that!”
She got up and left.
Qiao Na reminded her, “The evening class starts at three o’clock, Miss, please don’t be late.”
Fu Miaoxue didn’t care at all and hurried away, storming off and soon disappearing from Qiao Na’s view.
Only Qiao Na and Bai Youwei remained at the dining table.
After thinking for a moment, Bai Youwei put down her utensils and politely bowed to Qiao Na, “I have finished eating, please excuse me.”
Then she too left the dining room, following in the direction Fu Miaoxue had departed.
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Bai Youwei found that this governess called Qiao Na was no simple character. The manor’s servants all obeyed her commands, and even the capricious Fu Miaoxue had to be subject to her control.
She just didn’t know how often this dream scenario recurred. If one had to live under such intense pressure every day, she thought it shouldn’t be difficult to lead Fu Miaoxue out.
Bai Youwei followed all the way to the garden.
Fu Miaoxue had plucked all the marigolds along the path, clearly very upset.
When Bai Youwei found her, she was sitting on a wooden bench in the garden, playing with a flower, her face clouded with gloom.
There was no doubt, anyone who appeared before her at this time would probably be the target of her ire.
Of course, Bai Youwei wouldn’t be that venting outlet.
Her task was to lead Fu Miaoxue out, not to coax her into happiness, so she found another bench in the garden, sat down with peace of mind to rest, and also to observe Fu Miaoxue’s situation.
Unexpectedly, there was indeed someone with a death wish who approached her.
Bai Youwei saw a man wearing a flat cap come near Fu Miaoxue and strike up a conversation.
The man was dressed in orange work overalls and wore coarse hemp gloves, resembling a gardener of the estate.
Bai Youwei felt a bit of schadenfreude, wondering whether Fu Miaoxue would curse him out or go straight to hitting him.
To her surprise, Fu Miaoxue actually laughed!
The laugh was clear and bell-like, reaching Bai Youwei’s ears, and she was astonished.
At that moment, she saw the worker take off his hat, finally revealing that familiar face—
He pulled a beautiful rose out of his hat and placed it beside Fu Miaoxue’s ear. Fu Miaoxue couldn’t stop laughing as she reached out to pull at his hat, finding it empty.
Bai Youwei watched, dumbfounded, from a distance.
So this was how Du Lai and Fu Miaoxue became acquainted.
One was the daughter of a privileged family, and the other was… a gardener?
Wait, how did Du Lai end up being a gardener in a place like this?
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Fu Miaoxue flipped the flat cap upside down, her eyes shining as she looked at Du Lai:
“I get it, you must have hidden a rose in the hat beforehand, right? Now that there’s no flower in the hat, can you still produce one?”
With a smile, Du Lai said, “I can’t make another one appear, but since the young lady is so beautiful, perhaps the hat will listen to you.”
He flipped the hat right side up, his nimble long fingers lightly flicked the brim, and he asked in a ceremonious tone, “Hat, oh hat, do you have a gift you’d like to give the young lady?”
Fu Miaoxue laughed at his antics, “Stop acting now…”
“Miss, the hat says it has a gift for you,” said Du Lai with a smile. “Now, please reach your hand into the hat—”