Beloved Little Treasure

Chapter 63

In the study room, Jia Tu reported to Hao Yan Che.

‘Where’s the person who harmed Gun Gun?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘She’s gone,’ Jia Tu said.

‘Gone?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Yes,’ Jia Tu said. ‘Young master, I deserve to be punished.’

‘Jia Tu, you and Yi Tu don’t age but you two are becoming useless,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Jia Tu was saved by Yuan Gun Gun. Yuan Gun Gun barged into the room, and ran to Hao Yan Che.

‘Young master, look at Xiao Yuan,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Xiao Yuan is molting. Do you think Xiao Yuan is sick?’

‘Don’t you need to knock?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

Yuan Gun Gun turned around and carried Xiao Yuan back to the door.

‘Stop,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘Where are you going?’

‘To knock on the door,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che took a deep breath.

‘Let go of it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun put Xiao Yuan on the floor, and fiddled her fingers anxiously.

‘Come here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun protected her head, and walked to Hao Yan Che.

‘Don’t hit me,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che pulled Yuan Gun Gun onto his lap, and he pinched her bottom.

‘You shouldn’t… big brother Jia Tu is here,’ Yuan Gun Gun said softly. She looked at Jia Tu, but she didn’t see Yi Tu standing next to Jia Tu. ‘Where’s big brother Yi Tu?’

‘None of your business,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Can’t I even ask one question?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked softly.

‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said and pinched Yuan Gun Gun’s face.

‘Ow… be gentle,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Jia Tu was grateful Yuan Gun Gun was in the room to diffuse Hao Yan Che’s anger.

‘Young master, Xiao Yuan…’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Won’t die,’ Hao Yan Che said. He played with Yuan Gun Gun’s wet hair. ‘Why is your hair wet?’

‘I just showered,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. She nuzzled Hao Yan Che’s neck. ‘Don’t I smell lovely?’

Hao Yan Che nibbled Yuan Gun Gun’s neck.

‘Go dry your hair,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun was embarrassed Jia Tu saw Hao Yan Che nibbled her neck.

‘I need to go and cook,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘You don’t need to cook,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Why?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Your cooking isn’t edible,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun looked at the floor. She didn’t know why she felt hurt to hear Hao Yan Che reject her cooking. Cooking was her only talent.

Hao Yan Che held Yuan Gun Gun’s chin.

‘In the future you’re not allowed to go into the kitchen,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che didn’t want to see Yuan Gun Gun look sad. He pulled her up, held her hand and they walked to the door together.

‘Jia Tu, make sure you find it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Yes young master,’ Jia Tu said.

Hao Yan Che dismissed Jia Tu, and took Yuan Gun Gun back to the bedroom. Hao Yan Che blowed dried her hair, and she looked dreamily at his long slender fingers. Hao Yan Che turned off the hair dryer, and knocked her head.

‘Brush your hair,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun picked up the hair brush and brushed her long hair.

‘Starting from tomorrow, someone will come here to home school you,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Study what?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Learning to be a secretary,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Be a secretary?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Why?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘No reason,’ Hao Yan Che said and played with Yuan Gun Gun’s hair.

‘What happens after I finish my studies?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘You work as a secretary,’ Hao Yan Che said exasperatedly.

Hao Yan Che’s suspicion was right, Yuan Gun Gun’s IQ was from the bottom spectrum.