MTL - The Heroine Forced Me To Fall In Love with Money-Chapter 8

Jiang Zhinan put Aning back very early this time.

After all, she just finished the test with Dongxue this morning, and after studying for so long in the afternoon, she should go back to rest early, otherwise her body will not be able to bear it.

Thinking like this, Jiang Zhinan put away the book spread on the table and softly asked Aning to hurry back and rest.

"Aren't you going to teach me for a while?" Aning obviously didn't want to leave, and his eyes looked hesitant.

"No, go back to rest." Jiang Zhinan said righteously.

"Okay then." Seeing that there was no room for further negotiation, Aning blinked and could only softly agree.

She got up and stood up from the table, and helped to clean up the sundries on the table, and then opened the door and walked out.

Before leaving, she told Jiang Zhinan to rest well and come back tomorrow.

"Got it." Jiang Zhinan responded and waved her hand gently.

Aning smiled slightly and disappeared into the night soon.

"Actually, sometimes it's not a good thing for children to learn too much." After she left, Jiang Zhinan sighed.

However, the tone sounded proud.

…

A Ning plans to take a bath after returning home.

Perhaps her body was too tight when she was competing with Dongxue today, which caused her muscles to be a little sore after she relaxed, and she needed a hot bath to relieve her.

Thinking like this, An Ning put down what was in his hand, turned around and went to prepare hot water again.

Afterwards, she took off the hosta, took off her clothes, went to the inner room, stepped on the stool under her feet and got into the tub to take a bath.

She has never been treated like this before.

Since she was sensible, she has been living in that narrow and small house, sleeping together with seven or eight girls.

Some of those girls looked a little older, about fourteen or fifteen years old, while others were about her age, and they were all half-year-old children.

A Ning doesn't know how she got here, and has never met her parents or siblings.

The older children told her that this is your home, and you have to call the man in charge here father, otherwise not only will there be no food, but also be beaten.

Also, you must listen to the man and don't try to escape, otherwise the end will be very miserable.

There are many rules.

At that time, Aning still didn't understand, but when she saw that sister's eyes, she closed her mouth unconsciously, and kept all these rules in her heart, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The days went on like this.

Until a year later, that sister suddenly disappeared.

A Ning searched for a few times but couldn't find her, so she quietly went to ask others, and only then did she know that the sister was sold.

At that moment, Aning understood everything instantly.

Aning soaked in the tub and let the warm water flow over his skin, thinking a lot for a while.

I also imagined what I would be like if there was no Miss.

Just as she was thinking about it, the gauze curtain hanging on the inner door suddenly moved.

blow.

Unless someone sneaked in, with a gust of wind.

Who? !

A Ning suddenly stood up from the tub, picked up the clothes hanging on the wooden rack, wrapped it around her and was about to go out.

But it's too late.

From the outside... Suddenly there was a crisp sound.

Annin's eyes widened.

The only thing left is her cherished hairpin, which has now been broken into several pieces.

Aning slowly came to the hosta and squatted down, picked up the broken hosta and put it in the palm of her hand.

The corners of her eyes turned red.

The person was obviously prepared, not stealing or robbing anything, just smashed her hosta.

But this hosta was her most precious treasure. Seeing it shattered into such a state was even more uncomfortable than cutting her heart with a knife.

She didn't come to the house for too long, and she didn't even have time to fight anyone.

Except...winter snow.

Aning held the broken hairpin and stood up again.

There will be fog outside at night recently, so the ground will be a little damp, and people will walk on it for a long time, leaving faint footprints when they return to the house again.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

Aning lowered his head and walked forward while observing the shallow footprints on the ground.

No matter the size and depth, it matches the winter snow very well.

Aning looked sideways and picked up the candle on the table.

…

Jiang Zhinan's sleep quality is shallow.

But because the ancients slept earlier, there was almost no sound outside when it got dark, so she slept quite comfortably on weekdays.

But I don't know what's going on today, when she was sleeping soundly, she suddenly heard shouting outside.

It was like a thunder that exploded in my ear, and Jiang Zhinan woke up instantly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhinan was startled by them, and asked in a panic.

"Fire!" said the maids, all pale, "Miss, run!"

Just as they finished speaking, Jiang Zhinan smelled a burning smell.

When she went out the door, she saw a very violent smoke and fire.

The fire was not too far away from her, otherwise how could the maids come to rescue her in such a hurry.

"Where is Aning!" Jiang Zhinan was stunned for a while, then suddenly thought of Aning, and hurriedly turned his head left and right to look for it.

"Don't look for Aning!" The maid next to her cried, "Aning is crazy! She set the fire!"

"What?!" Jiang Zhinan was immediately shocked.

…

When she arrived at the scene, the fire was almost out.

Aning is here now, but has been captured by the servants and forced to kneel on the ground, her hair a little messy.

Jiang Zhinan looked at her and saw a trace of stubbornness in her eyes.

crying on the ground.

But it's not the main thing, it's just a maid, even if she died in the rotten ancient times, it's nothing new at all.

"Damn!" Jiang Taishou was obviously very angry. As soon as he came over, he gave Aning a heavy slap, which made her dizzy and blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

"Kill her to death for me!" After the slap, Jiang Prefect was obviously still not calm, so he gave another order, wanting to execute Aning directly.

How could Jiang Zhinan agree.

"Father!" Before she could say anything more from Jiang Prefect, she hurriedly stepped forward, "You can't execute her!"

"Why can't you?!" Jiang Taishou asked, his voice sounded very serious, and he was furious, "This kind of **** dares to set fire to the house, how can such a person protect reason!"

"It's my daughter begging you!" Jiang Zhinan said, "A Ning is my daughter's maid, and I usually teach her to be so daring, so she must be punished when she goes back."

"That won't work either!" Jiang Prefect still should not.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Zhinan had no choice, so he gritted his teeth and threw himself to the ground to kneel.

This time, not only Jiang Taishou, but also Aning, who was captured, widened his eyes.

"I beg you, leave her to me." Jiang Zhinan said, "It is up to you to decide what to do with your daughter. If you don't allow your daughter, you will not be able to kneel!"

"You!" This time, Prefect Jiang was completely silenced by her and blushed with anger.

Jiang Zhinan's eyes were very firm, as if there was no room for negotiation.

"That's all!" In the end, Jiang Taishou had no choice, and he didn't want to be too stiff with his daughter because of a little servant, so in the end he could only agree to her.

Jiang Zhinan quickly thanked him, for fear that he would change his mind, he hurriedly told the gang to let go of Aning and led her away quickly.

It's just a gloomy expression on her face.

Aning followed, silent all the way, never said a word.

In this way, the two soon returned to the place where they lived.

"Kneel down." Jiang Zhinan said this the moment he stepped into the yard.

Aning didn't say anything, didn't ask the reason, just thumped and knelt on the ground.

"Don't sleep tonight." Jiang Zhinan looked at her with a look of disappointment, "Reflect on the consequences of what you did."

"Understood, miss." An Ning replied in a low voice.

"Speak louder!" Jiang Zhinan murdered her.

"Got it!" An Ning knelt down and shouted loudly, the expression on his face was still the same as before, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

But the hand holding the hairpin was tightly clenched, and even the skin was pierced, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped.