CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 172: FILING A COMPLAINT

After thinking it over, Seventh Uncle suddenly felt that Young Master Shen Xingwei being infatuated with Miss Rong Qingqing didn’t seem to be an issue.

Shen Xingwei shook his head, "Qingqing must be mad at me, thinking I’m using her, which is why I said those things to appease her. I really shouldn’t have made those requests of her."

Shen Xingwei looked forlorn, "I’ve already wronged her, and I’m in no position to ask her to help me any further. I shouldn’t drag her into the Shen Family’s disputes,

I should consider myself lucky that she’s willing to wait two years for me, yet I wasn’t content and asked her to use herself for my sake. It’s my fault."

"Seventh Uncle." Shen Xingwei’s voice choked, "Qingqing has every right to be angry, it’s my fault, I’ve upset her again."

Standing behind Shen Xingwei, Seventh Uncle couldn’t see that Miss Rong Qingqing was hurt by Young Master Shen Xingwei.

Didn’t Miss Rong Qingqing look quite happy when she was carried back by Young Master Shen Jue just now?

This old man just doesn’t understand young people’s romances anymore.

Maybe Young Master Shen Xingwei is right, and Miss Rong Qingqing is thwarted in her love, so she continues to force a smile and please everyone in the main house.

Perhaps that’s how it is.

Rong Qingqing shook off Shen Xingwei and strode back to the main house’s villa.

However, just as she reached the doorway and started changing her shoes at the entrance, she paused, let out an "Eh," and quickly put her shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" Shen Jue asked her coldly from a few meters away.

Rong Qingqing waved her phone and smiled devilishly, "Just got a whim to go make a complaint."

Rong Qingqing waved at Lin Bufan, "Go to the entrance and bring back my wheelchair. I won’t go in, I’ll just wait at the door. A weakling like me can’t walk even a step without a wheelchair."

Lin Bufan looked at the vibrant Rong Qingqing and twitched his mouth.

Miss Rong Qingqing, be decent.

However, Lin Bufan still went out to run the errand for Rong Qingqing.

After Lin Bufan went out, Shen Jue asked, "Who are you going to complain to? What did Shen Xingwei just say to you?"

From the first floor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see Rong Qingqing rolling her eyes high at Shen Xingwei.

"You’re so nosy." Rong Qingqing said, but still picked up her phone, "I recorded what Shen Xingwei said and sent it to you on WeChat. If you’re curious, go listen."

Rong Qingqing grinned, "I have to go find Mr. Shen to make a complaint. There’s no reason for me alone to be disgusted; it’s better to share this kind of thing with everyone."

As Rong Qingqing spoke, Shen Jue received a new message on WeChat.

The file Rong Qingqing sent over was a voice recording.

Lin Bufan returned after only ten seconds or so, and a servant from Shen Manor had already brought Rong Qingqing’s wheelchair back.

Lin Bufan had encountered someone not far off, so he simply accepted it and returned.

Rong Qingqing sat back in the wheelchair, checked her complexion in the entrance’s glass reflection, and seemed unsatisfied again.

"Shen Jue, go to my room and bring my red cushion out for me." Rong Qingqing said naturally to Shen Jue.

Shen Jue sat there unmoving.

This woman, she’s ordering him around now.

The young nurse quickly interjected, "I’ll go! I’ll go!"

The young nurse ran up and down the stairs.

Maybe it was out of a woman’s intuition, but when Rong Qingqing looked in the mirror, the young nurse knew what Rong Qingqing intended to do.

So, the young nurse brought down Rong Qingqing’s entire makeup bag, including the red cushion in it.