Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself - chapter 186

 So, every day after Yang Junhan left, she began to write from memory in some valuable records in ancient books. Sometimes, writing would need a place, so she had to rewrite. Sometimes, she couldn’t decide, she went out and bought back the ingredients for the rouge, and mixed it herself.

She made a lot of fresh rouge, and since then, all the maids in the Moonlight courtyard, as well as the maids in the Yu Garden used the rouge she made.

That day, she delivered the dinner to Yang Junghan as usual. She did not know why Yang Junghan looked at her several times that day.

Finally, he said, “You don’t need to copy her, just do well for yourself.”

At first, she didn’t understand what was going on, but when she returned to the Moonlight courtyard, she realized that the woman he was talking about should be Miss Ning.

So, she inquired about Miss Ning.

It turned out that she was in the rouge business, and the First Sight she used was owned by her.

Miss Ning’s First Sight had spread all over this dynasty, and was also sold to foreign territories. And she was only making a small dent in the Moonlight courtyard.

Suddenly, she was knocked down and lost all those things about rouge, together with that rouge recipe that she thought was well regulated.

Her months of hard work turned into a joke.

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Yang family trading company, Yang Junhan’s account room.

He looked at the handwriting on the formulas, and then turned over the contract he signed with Ning Qing, to compare it with the handwriting on the contract one by one.

The more he compared the handwriting, the more frightened he was. The handwriting was not an imitation. It clearly came from the same person.

He asked Xiao Wu, “Are you sure these manuscripts are of Zhao Lingxue?”

Xiao Wu stood across the desk and replied firmly, “Young master, sure, you can look at the scrap manuscripts on the side.” 

He pointed to a pile of paper on the side of the desk, which had obviously been crumpled into a ball and later unfolded.

Yang Junhan reached out and took them, and compared them one by one, and finally his hands began to tremble.

He decided to go to an old teacher who was an authority on handwriting identification.

Not willing to wait a moment, he immediately picked up all the papers of Zhao Lingxue and Ning Qing. He went downstairs, untied the reins and spurred his horse to the old man’s residence.

In less than an hour, Yang Junhan arrived at the old teacher’s mansion.

He happened to be at home, and after picking up the magnifying glass and carefully comparing it, he gave the result that it was written by the same person.

“Then do you think that two completely different women can have the same handwriting?” Yang Junhan asked the question in his mind.

The old man shook his head, “Are you sure this is the handwriting of two women?”

Yang Junhan nodded his head, “Yes.”

The old gentleman said, “This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing. But the world is a big place, and there is nothing strange. Perhaps I was wrong in identification, but I have been comparing handwriting all my life, and I have never seen such a similar one.”

Yang Junhan did not get the answer, but deeper doubts rose in his heart. He actually did not dare to look at Zhao Lingxue, because every time he looked at her fixedly, there was always an illusion that she was Ning Qing.

He thought he loved Ning Qing but could not be with her resulting in the illusion and dared not have other feelings for Zhao Lingxue, for fear of liking Zhao Lingxue as a stand-in for Ning Qing, which was obviously unfair to her.

But the scent of Zhao Lingxue, sometimes the tone of voice, were extremely similar to Ning Qing, so he often had the illusion that she was her.

If Ning Qing was gone, he may have believed that her soul was attached to Zhao Lingxue, but she was clearly fine. Because of business dealings, they meet almost every other day.

So was it just his illusion, or maybe he really couldn’t let go of Ning Qing in his heart.

That was the conclusion Yang Junhan gave after pondering over it.

But back to the account room, facing a pile of rouge ingredients, and the obvious on the very insider rouge recipe, Yang Junhan again got into deep thought.

A few days later, he got all of Zhao Lingxue’s information, from her birth to her arrival in Yuyuan, including her handwriting and hobbies.

She had never read books like the rouge recipe, and she had no preference for making rouge in the past. Her handwriting since childhood was elegant and neat, while her current handwriting was casual and spontaneous, bold and wild, which was obviously very different.

And all this change was after coming to Yuyuan. In the end was Zhao Lingxue imitating Ning Qing, or was there an unknown thing between the two?

The more he looked into it, the more confused Yang Junghan became.

Days passed, it was already the height of summer, she carried the food box toward the Moonlight courtyard.

The lotus pond was filled with green leaves. Pink lotus flowers were opening in large numbers, and there were many lotus puffs to make people’s eyes water.

The fence at the lake was repaired, and she felt better every time she saw it. He had built it for her.

She had her servants pick a lot of lotus flowers, and when she saw that it was still early, she suddenly wanted to send them to him to eat.

She was a girl who thought of putting it into action.

So she changed her dress, got on the carriage, screwed on the lotus seeds, and went to his office.

It was her first time to come to the office. No one knew her, so when she entered the office, a staff member met her. She said she wanted to find Yang Junhan.