Beloved Little Treasure

Yuan Gun Gun pouted her lips. Was she an animal?

‘Do you know what animal you are?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Pig,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I don’t want to be a pig!’ Yuan Gun Gun protested.

‘Alright,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘You can be a dog.’

‘OK,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘A pug,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun let go of Hao Yan Che’s waist, and turned away from him. What like her? She was a rice ball to him, he didn’t like her.

Hao Yan Che turned around, and hugged Yuan Gun Gun.

‘You’re not allowed to see Na Liu Ting Du,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘No?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘He’s my big brother,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Of course I want to see my big brother. How would you feel if someone told you, you couldn’t see your family?’

‘I don’t mind,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I mind,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘My family and small friends are everything to me. In this world only they love me, and treat me good.’

Hao Yan Che frowned.

‘And young master too,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Even though you’re temperamental and like to bully me, I’ll be sad when that day comes and I can’t see you anymore.’

Yuan Gun Gun rubbed her teary eyes on Hao Yan Che’s chest. The thought of leaving him in three years made her sad.

Yuan Gun Gun waited a long time for Hao Yan Che to say something. But sleep won over her before he said anything.

Hao Yan Che sniffed Yuan Gun Gun’s neck. He loved her body scent, it soothed him and helped him sleep.

In the morning, Yuan Gun Gun opened her eyes and immediately looked for Hao Yan Che. She was disappointed he wasn’t lying next to her.

At five that day Yuan Gun Gun only walked Tan Tan to the front door, because Mrs Chen guarded the front door and told Yuan Gun Gun that Hao Yan Che didn’t let her go outside.

Mrs Chen led Yuan Gun Gun to the dining room, and served Yuan Gun Gun a meal.

‘Aunty Chen, this French cheesecake tastes delicious,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Young master hired a French chef just to make French desserts for you,’ Mrs Chen said.

‘Where’s young master?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked. ‘How come I didn’t see him today?’

‘Young master is at Hao Yan’s company,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘Why? Do you miss him?’

‘Aunty Chen, your smile is scary,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Mrs Chen looked stern again. Yuan Gun Gun finished eating the small slice of French cheesecake, looked at her surroundings and smiled at Mrs Chen.

‘Aunty Chen, I want to eat more desserts,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘No,’ Mrs Chen said. ‘Young master said you’re only allowed to eat this much.’

‘Aunty Chen, young master isn’t here,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘He won’t know if you let me eat more desserts. I want to eat pudding.’

Mrs Chen felt like she was under Yuan Gun Gun’s spell. When Mrs Chen was about to cave, Hao Yan Che walked into the dining room.

‘Do you want to eat pudding?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Young master,’ Yuan Gun Gun greeted sweetly.

Hao Yan Che walked past Mrs Che, sat down on a chair and held Yuan Gun Gun on his lap.

‘Young master,’ Mrs Che said and bowed.

‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun looked at Hao Yan Che like there was something different about him that day while he looked at her cheeks that weren’t swollen anymore.

‘Ah!’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out.

‘What’s wrong?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Young master, your hair,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. She pulled Hao Yan Che’s hair. ‘Why did you dye your hair? I love your white hair.’

Hao Yan Che let Yuan Gun Gun pull his hair, and he carried her to the spa room.

‘Where are we going?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘To wash hair,’ Hao Yan Che said.

In the spa room, Yuan Gun Gun washed the dye out of Hao Yan Che’s hair.

‘Young master, why did you dye your hair black?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

Hao Yan Che closed his eyes, and enjoyed the relaxing sensation of Yuan Gun Gun massaging his head.

‘Young master, it looks like you stopped having headaches,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

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End of Chapter Eighty