Chapter 569: Gu Zhaoye (2)

Jiang Zhiyue?

A very nice name.

Gu Zhaoye decided to keep her by his side and gladly accepted Mrs. Gu's gift.

"She is my toy." Gu Zhaoye said to Mrs. Gu.

Mrs. Gu: "She is your maid."

Gu Zhaoye: “Toys.”

Mrs. Gu caressed his forehead lovingly and warned him earnestly not to be so reckless in the future, after all, there are differences between the superior and the inferior.

Gu Zhaoye had heard these words so many times that his ears were callused. He reasonably suspected that when he was still lying in the cradle, his mother and grandmother each held a copy of "Aristocratic Etiquette" and "Theory of Class Bloodline" and sang them to him as lullabies.

"I like kissing beautiful girls." Gu Zhaoye couldn't help but retort.

Mrs. Gu smiled and said, "Can being pretty be used to make a living? You will understand when you grow up that it is just superficial glamour."

Gu Zhaoye hated education classes. He had no idea about what he would do when he grew up. In the summer when he was ten years old, he hadn't been to school for more than a month because of a house arrest order from his father.

When the tutor came to his home to give lessons, Gu Zhaoye's mind was not on studying.

There was a beautiful doll in his big villa.

She never wore that college-style dress again, and always wore ordinary, plain short-sleeved shirts, long pants, and her hair tied in a ponytail.

Gu Zhaoye saw a hint of childishness in her from the bunny hairband.

The special teacher was giving a lesson nearby. Gu Zhaoye held his cheek with one hand and saw the thin figure of the girl with her back to him through the bright panoramic window.

It was a hot summer day and she was watering the flowers in the front yard. Since her arrival, Gu Zhaoye had become obsessed with growing flowers out of boredom, and he was determined to make the wintersweet flowers that bloomed in the cold winter also bloom in the hot summer.

"If they don't bloom within a month, I'll lock you in the cupboard." He threatened her fiercely with a stern face.

The little girl lowered her long eyelashes, and her tender and well-behaved face was so gentle that the more Gu Zhaoye looked at her, the more he couldn't bear to take his eyes off her.

She wasn't really talkative.

As a personal maid, she was not very popular in this villa because of her young age.

Gu Zhaoye gave her this task because he saw her test scores when his mother hired her. Gu Zhaoye hated students with excellent grades, especially those with full marks in all subjects. He hated math formulas very much, but Jiang Zhiyue, who was only ten years old, could actually solve Olympiad questions that were beyond the syllabus.

She is so smart, he wants to test her on knowledge that she cannot learn from textbooks.

Gu Zhaoye praised himself for his intelligence. The next time his father praised Jiang Zhiyue for her excellent grades, he would have a reason to refute his father.

After the class, Gu Zhaoye felt drowsy, his eyelids kept fighting each other. He lay on the table. The sunlight was extremely glaring. He covered his eyes, but couldn't help but secretly glanced at her through the gaps between his fingertips.

Jiang Zhiyue was moving flower pots, not knowing where to go.

A small shadow was reflected on the ground, the wind blew her ponytail, and through the glass window, Gu Zhaoye seemed to smell the scent of milk candy again.

After finally waiting for the get out of class to be over, Gu Zhaoye disappeared without a trace. After searching for a long time in the huge villa, there was no sign of Jiang Zhiyue.

A month later, she was struggling to carry several heavy flower pots, running back and forth several times.

Gu Zhaoye was able to hear that unusually pleasant voice again, ringing softly in his ears. Jiang Zhiyue waved her hand, motioning him to squat down.

Gu Zhaoye: "I am the young master."

There is a difference between the high and the low. How could he squat beside her? What an indecent posture.

Gu Zhaoye was proud of his status, raised his little chin, and looked very noble.

Jiang Zhiyue picked up the flowerpot with both hands and asked him to lower his head to admire the buds of the wintersweet flowers that were about to bloom.

Even in the hot summer, the winter plum blossoms can be full of vitality.

Gu Zhaoye frowned and asked her how she did it, but he had told no one to help her.

Jiang Zhiyue replied, "I put them in a constant temperature garden, lowered the temperature, and created a suitable growth environment."

As if she was worried that Gu Zhaoye would blame her, she quickly added, "I have consulted the gentleman about this matter and got his approval."

Gu Zhaoye angrily accused her of cheating, and Jiang Zhiyue told him that this was called taking advantage of the situation. Within a reasonable range, seeking help from others is also a kind of wisdom.

Gu Zhaoye became even more annoyed after hearing this, "You are calling me stupid."

He hated the word "wisdom". Before his grandfather fell ill, he often blamed him for not being smart enough and not as good as his father.

"Master, you have everything, so you don't need any external help." Jiang Zhiyue said.

Gu Zhaoye frowned again and again, unable to tell whether this was a mockery or a compliment. He pinched her face angrily, pulling her soft cheeks out with both hands.

"It will turn you into an ugly monster."

Jiang Zhiyue pursed her lips, and Gu Zhaoye discovered a little habit of hers. If her eyelashes blinked quickly, it meant that she was a little nervous. If her little mouth was pursed tightly, it meant that she felt pain.

But she said nothing and just stood there obediently.

Gu Zhaoye couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, thinking that she was too dull, and wouldn't get angry, nor would she smile.

"Next time I'll lock you in Mu Liansheng's cupboard." Gu Zhaoye said fiercely.

A trace of surprise finally flashed across the little girl's face, but Gu Zhaoye did not notice this detail. With a little boy's interest in showing off, he couldn't wait to share this lifelike doll with his friends.

Gu Zhaoye decided not to play games recently, and took out most of his pocket money to buy her a pretty dress, and then dyed her hair blonde...pink? Blue?

I don’t know what hair color suits the young lady, whose aesthetic taste has not yet been determined. It is said that among the popular girl games recently, there is a doll dress-up game that is very popular.

Gu Zhaoye couldn't help but pinch her face again, and Jiang Zhiyue stretched out her little hand and pulled his clothes.

She shook her head and explained to him that some things cannot be shared, and the value of a gift lies precisely in its uniqueness.

Gu Zhaoye didn't care about that and pretended to be vicious, "I am going to lock you up. Not only will I send you to Mu Liansheng's house, but I will also send you to Qin Si's house. Qin Si will cut your face with a knife and make you stay in the cupboard of each of their homes."

Having said that, when he asked Jiang Zhiyue to do his homework for him, his attitude immediately changed.

"Help me finish the competition questions quickly. What I said this morning was all lies."

Gu's father routinely checks these homework every week, and Gu Zhaoye dares not be careless.

Jiang Zhiyue was lying on the table doing her homework and didn't argue with him.

Gu Zhaoye was sitting next to her, and his eyes involuntarily turned to her.

He couldn't suppress his curiosity and slowly approached her. She moved to the side, and Gu Zhaoye couldn't help but move closer until he forced her into a corner with no way to retreat.

His bright smile seemed a little proud, "I can't bear to part with it."