Gu Qingyun remained expressionless, showing neither guilt nor fear. “Keep spouting nonsense, and next time, it won’t be something as simple as a bowl that gets thrown out.”
Gong Yunxu’s expression was unreadable.
The Palace Guards silently swallowed.
The master must be furious!
This girl was truly bold. She had actually laid hands on the master’s face again and again, practically digging her own grave.
“You’re not allowed to be fierce to mother!” A tender child’s voice suddenly rang out, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Gong Yunxu lowered his eyes to look at the Little Milk Bun, then suddenly curled his lips into a light smile. “All right, I won’t be fierce.”
Gasp!
The master actually listened to the Little Divine Beast?!
But that made sense, too. The Little Divine Beast was the master’s companion beast. Now that the Little Divine Beast had recognized a thief as its mother, the master would certainly have to find a way to win it back, which was why he was indulging it a little.
Yes, that had to be it!
Just then, they heard the master laugh with a vile monster’s charm, like peach blossoms in March. “A hit is affection, and a scolding is love. If my wife likes it, feel free to use a little more force. I definitely won’t fight back.”
The Palace Guards all fainted on the spot.
Was this really the haughty and noble master they revered and worshiped?!
Gu Qingyun’s expression shifted. Her hand itched, and she really wanted to flip the table over and smash it into that detestable smiling face. But considering what he had just said, she... endured it!
“Master, Eldest Young Master Zongzheng has come to pay a visit.” A servant walked into the courtyard.
When Gu Qingyun heard the words “Zongzheng Family,” her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.
Could this Eldest Young Master Zongzheng be the cold and sinister man she had seen at the Beast Arena yesterday?
“I’m not free. Send him away,” Gong Yunxu said lazily.
“Wait!” Gu Qingyun suddenly spoke.
Gong Yunxu signaled for the servant not to leave yet, then narrowed his eyes at Gu Qingyun. “What does my wife wish to command?”
He was becoming increasingly smooth at calling her “wife.”
Gu Qingyun could not help grinding her teeth. “You’re not allowed to call me that anymore!”
“You don’t want Your Husband to call you wife? What would you like Your Husband to call you? Little Qing’er? Little Yuner? Qingqing? Or Yunyun? Or perhaps...” Gong Yunxu paused slightly, revealing a doting smile. “The child’s mother?”
The child’s mother? Was this man really so desperate for a wife? Should she go to the brothel and find a few for him?
Gu Qingyun’s temples throbbed.
Her temper was not very good. If she had not been unable to defeat him, how could his smiling face have bloomed so arrogantly?
Gu Qingyun lightly exhaled a breath of stale air and said coldly, “A guest who has come from afar should at least be invited in for a cup of tea.”
Gong Yunxu’s smile faded slightly. “You know Zongzheng Xiaoran?”
Faced with his stubborn refusal to change, Gu Qingyun had no strength to correct him and simply acted as though she had not heard.
She replied, “I don’t know him.”
“Since you don’t know him, why invite him in?” Gong Yunxu directly ordered the servant to refuse him.
As he gave the servant his instructions, he did not miss the almost imperceptible furrow of Gu Qingyun’s brows from the corner of his eye.
Now this was getting interesting.
Could it be that his “wife” really had some connection with that boy from the Zongzheng Family?
What could it be?
Gong Yunxu lowered his eyes and seemingly carelessly glanced at her ankle.
Gu Qingyun suddenly said, “Thank you for your hospitality. I still have things to do, so I’ll be leaving.”
Without waiting for Gong Yunxu to react, she lifted her foot and headed toward the courtyard gate.
Gong Yunxu raised his long, temple-brushing brows and reached out, grabbing her slender wrist.
Gu Qingyun’s brow twitched. “Let go!”
“If something is troubling you, my wife, you can tell me. Your Husband will share your burden,” Gong Yunxu said with a beaming smile, but his grip on her hand was tight, as though he feared she might slip away.
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