Chapter 449
Chapter 449 Entrustment
"If that's the case, Madam, please rest well. I'll come to visit you again tomorrow," Lin Wanrong said gravely, his voice strong. Madam Xiao merely hummed softly in response, saying nothing more.
Seeing her mother silent, Second Miss pulled him towards the opposite room. Pushing the door open, they found the room exactly as it had been the day he was kidnapped, spotlessly clean.
Lin Wanrong sank into a chair, his thoughts drifting to Fairy Ning from that night. A sense of longing surged in his heart. ‘I wonder if the Fairy Sister is accustomed to living alone on the cliff without me.’
Xiao Yushuang ordered a maid to bring in hot water. Looking at the large wooden tub filled with floating, fragrant petals, Lin Wanrong said, "This is such a large tub; I probably won't be able to use it all. It's a waste, Second Miss. How about we each take half? Don't worry, I won't peek. We can have Huan'er put up a curtain in the middle to keep watch—"
Huan'er stifled a laugh and turned her face away. Second Miss's cheeks flushed. "You're incorrigible. Who wants to share a bath with you? My mother was startled earlier; I need to go talk to her. I'll come back to keep you company after you've finished bathing."
"Ah, Madam was startled? That is a serious matter. Second Miss, you should stay with her," Lin Wanrong reassured Yushuang. Misunderstanding the tone in his voice, she felt grateful and nodded lightly, taking Huan'er with her as she left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Lin Wanrong quickly undressed and plunged into the wooden tub. The moist, hot steam enveloped him, his whole body tingling in comfort. Even his pores seemed to sigh in relief. His thoughts drifted to the scene where he'd spied on Ning Yuxi bathing in a hot spring atop a remote peak. His heart filled with both warmth and anticipation.
On the table lay a set of new undergarments, emitting a faint, pleasing scent. He flicked through the silk clothing and found that it was hand-stitched with exquisite craftsmanship. Embroidered at the hem were a pair of butterflies, their wings unfurled as if in flight. Off to the side, embroidered in red thread, was a small character—Lin. The last stroke was incomplete, trailing a few strands of thread.