Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

She walked to the top of the stairs, peeked out, and was nearly scared out of her wits.

Isn't that her uncle? Does he know she got into a fight? That's terrible.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she couldn't walk.

at this time.

Mo Yeting had already reached the turn of the stairs on the second floor when he saw Mo Yiqing standing at the top of the stairs.

She swallowed hard. "Little...Little Uncle."

Mo Yeting walked up to her and saw that her hair was messy, like a bird's nest, and her clothes were still damp. He, who was extremely fastidious about cleanliness, was very disgusted.

"Why are you so dirty?" Mo Yeting frowned.

Only after being told this did she remember that her uncle had severe mysophobia. "Uncle, I know I was wrong. Please don't scold me. I was just trying to be a good Samaritan..."

"I don't have time for that," he said, and headed straight for his office.

"Huh?" Mo Yiqing was stunned for a moment, then called out from behind him, "Uncle, did the teacher send you? I really didn't mean to fight."

Mo Yeting stopped, turned around, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "A fight?"

He thought of Gu Zhihua in the office. Could it be that his niece had hit his little darling?

Leng Yanzhen couldn't help but want to laugh out loud; this Miss Mo had really confessed without being asked.

"Yes, I hit someone. They were too much of a bully. I hadn't even had a chance to really show my skills..."

Mo Yeting interrupted her, his face dark, "I'll deal with you later."

The important thing now was for him to check on his little one's injuries. After saying that, he turned and headed straight for his office.

"Brother Leng Yan, did our teacher call and ask Uncle to come?" she quickly asked, pulling Leng Yan aside.

"Miss Mo, it wasn't the teacher who called Fourth Master. Instead, you confessed without being asked, revealing everything you should and shouldn't have said. Fourth Master didn't come looking for you. However, if you bullied Fourth Master's precious little darling, you still won't escape punishment." Leng Yan didn't know which side Mo Yiqing was on, and only hoped that she hadn't hit Gu Zhihua just now.

"You didn't come to see me?" Mo Yiqing was even more confused.

"Fourth Master is here to support his darling." Leng Yan finished speaking and followed him toward the office.

His darling is backing him up? Really? Is his uncle's taste that bad? Is his darling Qiao Qingqing or Lin Yuzhu? They both look like Halloween ghosts.

My uncle looks down on those socialites and ladies; turns out he has unique tastes? Oh no, this marriage is against her; she's going to complain to her great-grandmother.

The office door was open, and Mo Yeting immediately spotted Gu Zhihua sitting on a stool, holding a paper cup.

Her hair and clothes were still wet. His eyes darkened, and he took off his coat, walked over, and draped it directly over Gu Zhihua's shoulders.

"You've come." She stood up.

"Are you Gu Zhihua's parent?" the teacher asked, sizing her up.

The man was wearing a bespoke suit, and his cufflinks were also custom-made. He had a sharp eye and noticed the unique design pattern on the cufflinks, which brought back some memories.

Yes, this pattern is unique to the mysterious family. He, he is a member of the mysterious family?

He held Gu Zhihua's hand and found that her small hand was cold. Without answering the teacher's question, he picked her up by the waist.

Just then, Leng Yan walked in, and Mo Yeting instructed, "You handle the rest. The one who bullied Zhi Hua doesn't need to come to school tomorrow."

"Yes, Fourth Master." Leng Yan handed the car keys to Mo Yeting.

The teacher had a bad feeling when she heard his words, and then heard him say coldly, "I'll handle the rest. Let your principal deal with it."

The teacher's heart sank; she hadn't expected she'd gotten herself into even bigger trouble...

Mo Yeting carried Gu Zhihua out, while Mo Yiqing was still lost in thought in the corridor. Seeing this scene, she widened her eyes and said, "Uncle, what are you doing? Where do you want to take Zhihua? If you have a problem, come at me."

Although she was usually terrified of him, she forced herself to speak up for her best friend.

"Uncle?" Gu Zhihua asked in surprise.

"Yes, he's the uncle I always told you about—the one who's aloof, strict, old-fashioned, and cold..." Mo Yiqing blurted it all out without thinking.

Mo Yeting's face darkened. "What else? Continue."

"Um... um... Zhihua, you seem to be alright. I just remembered I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

After she finished speaking, she ran away in a flash.

Damn it, if I can't afford to mess with them, can't I at least avoid them? Mo Yiqing cursed inwardly as she ran.

Watching Mo Yiqing's retreating figure, Gu Zhihua recalled Mo Yiqing's previous complaints about Mo Yeting, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" He saw through her thoughts.

How many bad things did this heartless niece say about me in front of Gu Zhihua? Has my image been completely ruined in Gu Zhihua's eyes?

"No, I wasn't laughing at anything," she quickly shook her head. She didn't dare admit that she was laughing at him. She quickly changed the subject, "This is a school. Can you put me down? It's not good if people see this, and I'm not hurt."

"Rest your head in my lap," he commanded domineeringly.

Gu Zhihua didn't know what he was going to do, so she had no choice but to do as he said.

He pulled his suit jacket up to cover her little head, and she hid in his arms, where no one could see her.

All along the way, she could hear girls gushing over their crushes.

"Look, that man is so handsome!"

"Long legs, great figure, and that handsome face is almost perfect."

"The woman in his arms is so lucky. I wish it were me."

"You're dreaming. Stop dreaming."

"I wonder which woman was so lucky, it's a pity we can't see her face."

Gu Zhihua leaned against his chest, listening to the women's infatuated words, and thought to herself, "A bunch of infatuated girls. But Mo Yeting is indeed too perfect, so it's only natural that he attracts so many women. But why do I feel a little annoyed?"

She was unaware that she was feeling jealous; she herself was oblivious to her own feelings of love for Mo Yeting.

Mo Yeting carried her away from the school.

Back at the mountain villa.

Afraid that Mo Yeting would hug her again, she quickly got out of the car. "I'm going back to my room to take a hot shower."

She left as soon as she finished speaking.

Mo Yeting didn't follow her. He watched her retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Gu Zhihua returned to her room, grabbed her pajamas, and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and the warm water made her feel warm all over and much more comfortable.

After taking a shower, she came out, picked up her phone, and saw a bunch of unread WeChat messages.

She clicked on it and saw that it was a message from Mo Yiqing:

【Zhihua, how did you meet my uncle?】

My uncle is a very heartless person. How did you manage to persuade him to come to the school to rescue you?

[And he even hugged you! He's known for being uninterested in women; my great-grandmother was almost frantic with worry.]

I even suspected he was gay before.

He wore a somber expression all day; just looking at him made me feel a chill.

……

Many of the messages were complaints about Mo Yeting. Gu Zhihua was amused. Mo Yeting wasn't really like that, was he? Although he could be a bit cold at times, he was usually very easy to talk to.

At this moment, Gu Zhihua was unaware that this was Mo Yeting's special treatment of her.