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    The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (23)

    “Just sit,” Murong Jin said. He picked up a freshly peeled orange from the table, broke off a segment, and brought it to her lips.

    Xu Xinghe’s mouth was stuffed with the orange, leaving her unable to speak.

    Murong Feng wanted to ask more questions, but the moment he opened his mouth, he met his son’s cold eyes. He could only look at his wife for support.

    But his wife wasn’t even looking at him. She was staring at their daughter-in-law and was in a daze.

    Murong Jin fed Xu Xinghe half the orange. When she shook her head and refused to eat more, he casually tossed the remaining half into his own mouth.

    The moment he finished, he took Xu Xinghe’s hand and stood up. “Since you’ve seen her, we’re leaving.”

    Murong Feng was about to speak, but Yun Qing beat him to it.

    “Xiao Jin, wait for a moment.” Yun Qing shot Murong Jin a reproachful look. “Mother has something to give Miss Xu.”

    Under the confused eyes of the three, Yun Qing handed a jewelry box to Xu Xinghe.

    “This is a small token from Auntie. I hope Miss Xu won’t think it’s too modest.” The more Yun Qing looked at Xu Xinghe, the more satisfied she became. How could there be such an exquisite young lady in every way?

    The sweetness at the corners of Xu Xinghe’s mouth spread all the way to her eyes. She shook her head gently. “Thank you for the gift, Auntie. I won’t stand on ceremony with you.”

    Yun Qing liked such girls who were so natural and unpretentious. Her fondness for Xu Xinghe increased again.

    Xu Xinghe accepted the wooden jewelry box and opened it to find an emerald bracelet inside. The quality and luster were both excellent. It was clear that Yun Qing had put thought into it.

    “It’s so beautiful, Auntie. I like it very much.”

    Yun Qing’s smile never faded for even a second.

    Murong Jin glanced at the gift his mother had given. He recognized that bracelet. His mother had spent ten thousand taels of gold on it back then.

    Then Murong Jin turned his gaze to his father, who was pretending to be nothing but air. The look in his eyes clearly said: Old man, aren’t you going to give something too?

    Murong Feng had actually prepared a meeting gift long ago, but seeing his son’s attitude still made him extremely annoyed.

    “Ahem. Miss Xu, here’s a little gift I have prepared for you.” Murong Feng reluctantly pulled a key from his sleeve with a pained expression.

    Xu Xinghe looked at Murong Jin in confusion. This was the first time she had seen someone give a key as a gift.

    Murong Jin saw her confused look and let out a low chuckle. “Take it, it’s a house my father is giving you.”

    Xu Xinghe’s eyes went wide when she heard that. Who gives a house as a gift!

    Afraid that Xu Xinghe would refuse out of politeness, Murong Jin strode forward and snatched the key, completely ignoring his father’s murderous glare.

    Murong Jin placed the key in Xu Xinghe’s palm. “Since my father gave it to you, just accept it. Otherwise, the old man will be uneasy.”

    Xu Xinghe looked at the key in her hand, met Murong Jin’s determined eyes, and finally accepted it.

    “Thank you, Uncle. I really like this gift.” Xu Xinghe thanked Murong Feng sincerely.

    Seeing that the gift-giving was done, Murong Jin immediately took Xu Xinghe’s hand and led her away.

    His casual attitude left Murong Feng absolutely fuming. But with his wife watching, he couldn’t scold the little brat, so he could only watch him leave.

    Xu Xinghe noticed that the path Murong Jin was leading her didn’t seem to be the way back to their room. She was a bit puzzled, but let him continue holding her hand anyway.

    Murong Jin’s palms were sweating from nervousness. He wanted to take Xu Xinghe somewhere. His heart was filled with both excitement and fear.

    That place…. Cheng Jingran told him yesterday that it was already finished.

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