《My Husband Is The Emperor: I Woke Up With A Husband》Chapter 74 - Perfect Fit For The Master!
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After a quarter of an hour, Li Lian arrived at the maid's quarter room. Unlike her thoughts, the house was actually far bigger than its appearance.
"We have arrived, madam." The young maid stopped at one of the rooms and opened the door after three soft knocks.
"Thank you, Xi Yi." Li Lian answered.
The young maid's eyes widened in surprise. "...Xi Yi?"
Did the madam just call my name?
Li Lian rubs her chin and nods, "Yes, your name is Xi Yi, right? W- Sorry, was I'm wrong?"
Xi Yi shook her head, it wasn't that Li Lian called her the wrong name. Instead, she was surprised that Li Lian also pays attention to her surroundings, even the servants' names.
"No, madam, you are not wrong, my name is Xi Yi." Xi Yi's tone brightens up. As a maid, their name being remembered is a very honorable thing in their line of work.
"That's great. I thought I made a mistake there." Li Lian smiled.
From behind, Old maid Zhu walks up toward them and gives a polite bow before asking. "What can I help you with, madam?"
Seeing the head maid has arrived, Xi Yi gave a bow before excusing herself back to her work. She couldn't wait to tell all the other servants of how an angel the master's wife is!!
She is a perfect fit for the master!!
"Yesterday, there was a guest that came here. My brothers and one of them forgot their jacket in the living room. Do you still have it now?" Li Lian fiddled with her fingers secretly, while praying to her heart that no one checked the inner pocket of Shin's jacket.
Old maid Zhu pause for a moment before answering. "That jacket? The olive green jacket?"
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"Yes!" Li Lian replied.
Old maid Zhu nods before walking to her office and searches for the jacket for a moment.
While waiting for the head maid to search for Shin's jacket, Li Lian starts to comb through her mid, trying to find a solution to discard Shin's gun.
If Li Lian discards the gun carelessly, that dangerous weapon that could take someone's life in a blink could fall to the hands of some dangerous person.
But at the moment, Li Lian has no time to search for a long-term solution... Li Jun Wei must've been waiting for her in the dining room.
After she came to Li Jun Wei's house, Li Jun Wei had always waited for her to have dinner together. As a very busy person, it must not have been an easy task to keep her company in the dining room every day...
So for now, her plan is to relocate Shin's gun to her room and hide it in a safe place.
Old maid Zhu took the jacket from the third shelf and walked up toward Li Lian. "Madam, this is the jacket."
Li Lian takes the green jacket from the head maid and thanks her before leaving the hall. "Thank you."
Old maid Zhu bowed down and walked to her office once again. As if she remembered something, Old maid Zhu rubs her chin with a confused expression. 'I forgot to tell the madam that the jacket had something heavy inside it...'
As soon as she arrives at her room, Li Lian eyes scans the room and searches for the best spot to hide the gun.
Li Lian narrowed her eyes and found three perfect places to hide the gun.
The first one: The beautiful carved wooden shelves by her bed that is sealed tightly by a lock.
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The second one, inside her wardrobe which is built inside the wall and could only be opened by using her fingerprints or the head maid's access card key.
And, the third one is her accessory shelves that are also locked and could only be opened with her fingerprint...
The three places have perfect security that only herself or the head maid could open it...
Li Lian sat down on her bed and thought.
'The second option wouldn't be good because it's too eye-catching... The wardrobe would sometimes be opened by the maids for laundry or when they change new articles of clothing... Speaking about that, I need to discuss this matter too... I don't need that much clothing especially such expensive dresses that I rarely wear...'
'The third option wouldn't also be good because they daily clean the accessories-'
Li Lian looks toward the wooden shelves beside her bed and makes her final choice. 'Although the shelf is too conspicuous, some people do say that the hiding things in plain sight are better after all...'
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