After I awakened my inner voice, I became the treasure of my family.

Chapter 37 Jiang Mianmian's famous spying scene

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the leaves and dappled the ground in the garden, creating patches of light and shadow.

Shen Xiujin, dressed in a white training uniform, stood tall and straight in the center of the garden, performing a set of boxing techniques with fluid grace and a perfect balance of strength and softness. As he finished the last move, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a petite figure lingering not far away.

It was a young maidservant dressed in a light green dress. He remembered that she was the same maidservant he had seen yesterday, who kept glancing at him furtively.

Shen Xiujin, intrigued, couldn't help but glance at the young maid a few more times. Unexpectedly, those few glances led the maid to mistakenly believe he was interested in her.

The little maid took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up a great deal of courage, and walked slowly to Shen Xiujin's side.

Upon approaching, she first curtsied, then pulled a neatly folded pink handkerchief from her sleeve and said in a sweet voice:

"Oh dear, Second Young Master, you've been practicing your boxing for so long and you're sweating so much. Quickly use this handkerchief to wipe your sweat." As she spoke, she handed the handkerchief in her hand to Shen Xiujin.

Shen Xiujin glanced down at the pink handkerchief, subconsciously took a step back, and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, saying, "No need, thank you for your kindness."

Seeing this, Su Qianqian hurriedly explained, "Second Young Master, please don't misunderstand. This handkerchief is new; I've never used it before. It's really very clean..."

After saying that, she deliberately unfolded her handkerchief, revealing the delicate orchid patterns embroidered on it.

However, Shen Xiujin only glanced at the exquisite embroidery on the handkerchief, but his brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Although the handkerchief does look brand new, who can guarantee that it hasn't been used before?

He's a germaphobe; how could he use other people's things, let alone a strange woman's handkerchief? He would definitely not touch it.

At that moment, the previously silent atmosphere was shattered by a sudden scream. He abruptly heard that strangely familiar voice, coming towards him:

【Ah ah ah...】

The sharp, slightly excited shout instantly drew all his attention. Then, that familiar, excited voice rang out again.

[Here it comes! Isn't this the classic ambiguous scene between the male and female protagonists that often appears in comic books? Let me see...]

Shen Xiujin listened to that incredibly familiar voice, and heard the barely suppressed anticipation and joy in it.

[Hehe, what a coincidence! I was just out for a casual stroll, and I somehow stumbled upon the most exciting drama unfolding between the male and female leads...tsk tsk tsk!]

Her words were full of teasing, and this undisguised playful tone made Shen Xiujin feel a little uncomfortable.

He frowned and looked in the direction the sound came from. Sure enough, the figure that came into view was none other than his nominal "mother".

Shen Xiujin's lips twitched speechlessly when he saw her.

It seems that "Mother" is quite satisfied with her hiding place, and is even crouching smugly behind a sparse patch of flowers.

But the dress she was wearing was particularly eye-catching. She was hiding there like an ostrich, which was utterly ridiculous. It would be difficult for him to ignore her now.

At this moment, Jiang Mianmian was peeking with her big butt sticking out. Every now and then, she would raise her head and stretch her neck to steal a few sneaky glances at the other side, and then quickly lower her head to hide herself.

Just then, a soft female voice reached my ears: "Ah, Second Young Master, do you think my handkerchief isn't clean enough? Second Young Master, please believe me, this handkerchief is absolutely new, I..."

At the same time, the onlookers squatting there exclaimed in surprise again:

[Oh dear! See, the plot is definitely unfolding according to this formula. Next, the two of them will definitely share the same handkerchief, and then...]

Unable to suppress her inner impulse, Su Qianqian involuntarily took a small step forward. As the distance closed, she could feel the unique masculine scent emanating from Shen Xiujin more and more clearly.

She couldn't help but reach out, wanting to personally wipe away the fine beads of sweat on Shen Xiujin's forehead.

However, something unexpected happened—Shen Xiujin, who had been standing there calmly, suddenly became like a frightened mouse seeing a fierce wildcat.

He suddenly jumped backward, leaping a full two meters away in the blink of an eye!

"You...don't come any closer!"

Then he quickly added, "And stay away from me!"

These words struck Su Qianqian's heart like a bolt from the blue.

"Second...Young Master?"

Su Qianqian's call was melodious and gentle, with a hint of grievance mixed in.

She looked at Shen Xiujin quietly, never expecting that her good intentions would be met with such disdain from him, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The usually elegant and refined Shen Xiujin felt a sudden pang of guilt when he saw Su Qianqian's hurt expression.

He knew that his reaction just now was a bit too extreme and might have hurt the little maid in front of him.

So, he awkwardly reached out and touched his nose, explaining that he was a germaphobe and didn't like using other people's things, which was why he had lost his composure just now. He said it wasn't directed at her and asked her not to take it to heart.

After hearing his explanation, Su Qianqian paused in her act of raising the handkerchief high, then slowly lowered it. A bitter smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Second Young Master, I...I'm sorry...This servant didn't know you..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look Shen Xiujin in the eye, afraid that the tears welling up in her eyes would roll down uncontrollably.

Shen Xiujin was completely confused. He hadn't said anything too offensive, had he?

Besides, didn't he already say that he's a germaphobe and doesn't like using other people's things? Why did she suddenly start crying?

Her crying made him flustered and at a loss, not to mention there was someone hiding in the shadows watching the commotion, eager to stir up trouble, who was observing everything that was happening on their side.

If he doesn't handle this well in front of her, won't she, as an onlooker, make him a laughingstock? Who knows how she'll laugh at him then?

Thinking of this, Shen Xiujin quickly said softly, "Alright, alright, stop crying."