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The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
"You saved me today, and I'm grateful, and I'll ask Daddy to give you more money as a reward. But that doesn't mean I've accepted you. When Daddy comes back I'll tell him to fire you." Gu Mengyao pressed her lips together and only spoke after hesitating again and again.
Wei Zhao shrugged and smiled a helpless smile. "Don't worry. If Mr. Gu fires me, I won't hang about here." He felt he really had failed at something—was this young lady simply too hard to wait on, or was he just not doing a good enough job? Not that it mattered. He was a little attached to this comfortable life—school every day, home again after, sharing a roof with two young beauties, a good brother at school—but in the end, this life was never meant to be his.
Watching Wei Zhao's somewhat forlorn back, Gu Mengyao felt the tightness in her chest grow worse. Was she wrong? Should she not have driven him away? For the first time, her resolve loosened, and she began to sway on the scale that held Wei Zhao.
Back in his room, Wei Zhao stripped off his shirt and trousers. A great smear of blood soaked the trousers; they were plainly unwearable now. What a waste of such a fine pair of pants. With a pang of regret he tossed them into the trash bin in the corner, then took out a spare set of school uniform.
Changed, he came out of the room. Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were on the sofa watching television. Wei Zhao did not disturb them; he quietly sat down on the sofa farthest from them and watched the cartoon along with them.
Shen Yushu flicked a glance at Wei Zhao and went back to the cartoon, while Gu Mengyao did not even look in his direction.
Because of the bank robbery business, it was already past nine by the time they got home. Uncle Qing had gone straight to the hotel to fetch the meal, and by the time it reached the villa it was half past ten at night.
As always, Uncle Qing left the food and went on his way. The only difference was that today, on leaving, he specially instructed Wei Zhao: "Don't forget to check tonight whether the front gate is properly locked. Keep those two girls safe."
"Don't worry, Uncle Qing." Wei Zhao gave him a reassuring look.
When Wei Zhao cultivated at night, it could already take the place of sleep, and those hours were also when his mind and senses were at their sharpest—not the slightest stir could escape his ears. So as for the villa's safety at night, he was full of confidence.
"Ohh!" Shen Yushu cheered at the smell of the food. "I'm starving! Food at last. Sister Yaoyao, let's go eat."
Gu Mengyao rose and walked with Shen Yushu toward the dining room beside the kitchen. She was hungry too, but something unnameable was weighing on her heart, so she was nowhere near as lively as Shen Yushu.
Seated at the table, Shen Yushu could not wait to pry the lid off the sealed box, and her mouth watered. "Sister Yaoyao, braised chicken chunks! And stir-fried tofu, hot-and-sour shredded potato, and pig trotter soup—that pig trotter soup must be a special order for your bust..."
Gu Mengyao shot her a glare, signaling her to stop talking nonsense—there was a grown man in the house, and this was no longer the two-girl world it had once been.
"Ohh." Shen Yushu shut her mouth. "It smells so good. Stir-fried tofu is my favorite. They say eat enough tofu and your skin turns white—just like the Tofu Beauty in our textbook."
Gu Mengyao picked up her chopsticks, then set them down again, and stole a glance from the corner of her eye at Wei Zhao on the sofa. He was still watching television. Somehow that lonely figure made her deeply uncomfortable. Yesterday he had fought to eat with her, and today he had not come over—it must be because of that business yesterday, when she had eaten his saliva...
"Call your Shield over to eat," Gu Mengyao said to Shen Yushu after a moment's hesitation.