11 Stinking oneself and blaming others

She had never seen such a large and long sleeping bed before.

Padding was placed on the bed, and one padding was not long enough, so it seemed that two custom-made pieces were spliced together. Even the bedsheets were patchworked from two pieces.

There were also two large quilts on the bed.

The room was large, with two big old cabinets placed side by side against the wall in front of the bed. The paint on the cabinets had almost entirely peeled off, revealing the old, darkened wood underneath.

She estimated that these two cabinets must have been used for at least twenty years, right?

There was also a backless desk by the bed.

She thought about the man who saved her yesterday. He had a sturdy figure, obviously not the man in front of her now.

Seeing his angry glare, Su Qingyue thought she must have killed his whole family.

From the man's expression, she guessed he was a family member of her benefactor. He looked a few years younger than her savior, so he could be the benefactor's younger brother. Why was he so angry?

After thinking about it, Su Qingyue realized she hadn't provoked him. From the looks of the room, she knew this family was poor. Maybe her benefactor saved her and spent money on medical expenses, making his younger brother angry?

She knew that it was not easy for poor people to make money, especially in the backward ancient times.

With this in mind, she felt it was understandable if the other party felt heartache over the money.

Xiao Yuchuan initially wanted to beat up this thief but ended up not doing it, thinking that the Xiao family's money was not so easily stolen!

She had stolen eight taels of silver, which was a lot. Although her second brother had not come to settle accounts with her, he couldn't let her pass this hurdle! Shouldn't she be afraid? Did she depend on her second brother's protection and defy everything?

If she were to beg for mercy on her knees, perhaps he would consider not hitting her.

Seeing her calmly sizing up the room, it was as if this was a strange place to her, as if the money was not stolen by her.

Well, pretending was useless.

Xiao Yuchuan walked over quickly, his fists clenched tightly. Seeing her ugly face and the calm, watery tranquility in her eyes, her pupils shining like the midnight stars, he stopped himself from hitting her and turned to leave the room.

Su Qingyue was stunned for a moment, realizing that he wanted to hit her. Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly, but fortunately, he didn't take action. Otherwise, even if he was her benefactor's younger brother, she would still beat him until his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

Suddenly, she felt the room smelled terrible. She noticed the mat sheet, quilt, and the dirty clothes thrown in the corner of the bed, wondering how long they hadn't been washed.

The men in this house really didn't care about hygiene, and it was so dirty and smelly!

The stench was so bad and spoiled that it was unbearable, making her sneeze.

She wrinkled her nose, and in light of her benefactor saving her and providing her with food, she decided to help clean up the clothes. She picked up a piece of clothing from the bed, sniffed it, and smelled the sweat, but it was not spoiled.

After sniffing around, she finally realized the smell wasn't coming from the room but from her own body.

She had blamed the room's smell on others when it was actually her stench...

She was petrified for a moment.

Thinking about how her benefactor had patiently fed her medicine and food last night, his face as sharp as a knife, unyielding and persistent, and never seeming to mind her smell, she felt embarrassed thinking about it. She must have stunk him up.

She quickly threw the dirty clothes back on the bed, fearing she would spoil them.

Xiao Yuchuan was standing outside, watching her actions, and couldn't understand what she was doing with his brother's clothes. They were old and not worth any money. Was she trying to help his brother wash clothes? Was her heart that kind?