Wasn't It Supposed to Be a Yandere? Why Are You Sneaking Kisses on the Beautiful Host?

Burning the琉璃盏 of the Heavenly Dao, he was thrown into small worlds to serve his punishment. Holding a grudge, the little lamp wick decides that since the Heavenly Dao has abandoned him, he will cl...

Chapter 202 The Spoiled Young Master's Cold and Aloof Butler (40)

The two chatted for about ten minutes.

Nan's father gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, and called out in a deep voice, "Nan Yu!"

Nan Yu was startled. She was having a sweet moment with the housekeeper, whispering sweet nothings on her phone, when her father suddenly yelled at her, and the phone hit her in the face. She pouted and pulled the blanket over her head.

Are you trying to drive me crazy?

Nan Yu sat up, looking at his father with a resentful expression. He then picked up an apple to peel. His father was now terrified when he saw Nan Yu holding a fruit knife. At home, fruit was always cut into pieces, arranged on a plate, and pierced with skewers.

Why is there a whole apple and a fruit knife here...?

Nan's father guessed that Nan Yu was just messing around.

Indeed, Dengxin was prepared to slowly wear down Nanfu.

He didn't go home that night, but secretly texted Gu Han, telling him to go home and that he could handle things with his father. Gu Han was worried, so he stayed outside with him all night.

The ladies went to their apartments or back to the manor, but Nanqi stayed until the end. He was so engrossed in painting that it was dark by the time he finished. He glanced at the time, quickly packed up, and prepared to leave.

He doesn't want to stay here.

The whole room smelled of disinfectant.

Sleeping isn't as comfortable as at home.

Dad's fine, isn't he?

She caught a glimpse of Gu Han out of the corner of her eye, raised an eyebrow in surprise, slung her backpack over her shoulder, walked over to the man, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, bro, what are you still doing here? You're the butler, not my dad's all-powerful secretary. Come on, drive me home."

Gu Han's voice was slightly hoarse: "The young master is still inside."

Nanqi: "He's inside, he's inside. My dad spoils him so much, he should be the one to take care of him when he's sick. Besides, the sofa bed inside is so soft, it should be replaced with a hard one so he can suffer a bit too."

Nan Qi said to Nan Yu that he was both hostile and not hostile; he was just unhappy inside but liked to talk about it. If things really came to a head, he would still protect his younger brother.

Gu Han: "I'll wait here for the young master."

"No, why are you waiting for him? There's food and drink inside, people to serve you, and a bed to sleep on. The stools we're sitting on outside are all hard."

As he spoke, he bent his fingers and tapped the back of the chair, making a thumping sound that was especially quiet in the otherwise silent hospital corridor.

The nurse at the nurses' station looked up.

He quickly lowered his head and continued writing.

Gu Han repeated his previous statement: "Wait for the young master."

Seeing that he was unresponsive, Nanqi gave up and left with his backpack.

Inside the ward, he didn't manage to peel his hand this time; he'd almost finished peeling the apple flesh, leaving only a little bit of flesh around the core. He handed it to his father.

Nan's father didn't want to eat, and he didn't give his youngest son any face either.

He pushed it away with a dark expression.

The father and son stared at each other for a long time, and the father finally gave in.

He placed his hand on his chest, smoothed it out, and sighed.

“Xiaoyu, listen to your father’s advice this time. Stop seeing the housekeeper. We’ll get a new housekeeper tomorrow. Don’t say you’re reluctant. It’s normal for people to have withdrawal symptoms. You’ll get used to it. When you’re twenty-three or twenty-four, get married and give your father a grandson. In the future, half of the family fortune will go to my grandson.”

If his father wouldn't eat, he would gnaw on it himself until he reached the core before discarding it. He then took a wet wipe to clean his hands, pouted, and said he didn't want to discuss this topic with his father.

Throw the wet wipes into the trash can and stand up to go to the sofa.

It's too bright, I can't sleep.

I ran over and snapped the light off.

Nan's father: "..."

Debt-collecting child!

"I don't want someone who's 23 or 24. This year is fine too. Dad's requirements aren't high: a girl, within three years of my age, from a similar family background, and well-mannered."

Nan Yu lay down, and just as he was about to reach for his phone, he sat up again after hearing what his father said, his eyes wide open in the darkness.

I was about to talk back.

I thought about it and ended up lying down again.

Her right leg was bent, her left foot resting on her right knee, her fair toes bouncing back and forth, and she made soft humming sounds.

"Could you find me a man?"

"You!" Nan's father coughed heavily in anger.

Nan Yu used the touch-sensitive remote to turn on the light, sat up, looked at her father in the hospital bed, and said sadly:

"Dad, stop coughing. What did I say that upset you? You don't care that my tenth brother is messing around with other men, so why do you insist that I find a girl and have a child?"

One sentence left Nan's father speechless for a moment, and he finally managed to utter, "You are different from your brothers."

The father and son stared at each other for a few seconds. The son pouted, and the father quickly raised his hand and shook it twice in the air. "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You should go to sleep too. Turn off your stupid phone, don't let it keep ringing all day long."

The wick still cried, deliberately wiping away its tears with its injured hand, and said sadly:

"Dad, you've never given me freedom since I was little. Now you can't even decide the gender of the person I like? Am I your pet or your son? Do you love me or your money?"

The Nan Group has numerous subsidiaries and its businesses span various industries, affecting the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people. It cannot collapse. He certainly loves his son, and Nan's father must be filled with deep regret.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have let Gu Han come.

"I make you bring bodyguards when you go out because I'm afraid someone will kidnap you. Your older brother went through one when he was a kid and almost lost his life, you know that."

"My brother and Yu-ge don't need bodyguards when they go out, they can go wherever they want, so why do I have to be controlled so strictly?"

“Your life concerns too many people. It’s not that your father doesn’t want to, but he can’t take that risk. Hundreds of thousands of families, do you think this is a joke? It’s not that your father doesn’t love you. He has given you the best conditions, only with slight restrictions. Can’t you understand your father’s good intentions at all?”

In the past...

The father's earnest advice only earned him a beating from his youngest son.

That was infuriatingly violent.

After the last incident of falling into the water, Nan's father felt that Nan Yu's temper had improved a lot.

Not too soft, not too hard, just right.

He thought it was the butler's doing.

Now, just thinking about the butler, Nan, makes Gu Han's teeth itch. If Nan Yu hadn't been clinging to him and refusing to leave, Gu Han's legs would have been broken by now.

"Dad, from now on, whether I go out with bodyguards or not, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will be obedient as long as you let me be with the housekeeper."

He kept circling back to where he started.

Nan's father simply didn't want the two of them to be together.

How could a poor boy be worthy of his beloved daughter?

Gu Han's annual income from the Nan family is 20 million, plus some extra tips, it's around 30 million, but in Nan's father's eyes, this amount of money is considered poor.

Moreover, he was paid by his family.

She is no longer worthy of Nan Yu.

What's the difference between this and marrying off a love-struck son to someone who only drinks plain porridge?

The two are twelve years apart in age, and eighteen and thirty are two different ages apart, so Nan's father was adamant in his disagreement.

"Dad doesn't need you to obey him."

Seeing that she couldn't reason with him, Nan Yu lay down, pulled the blanket over herself, and went to sleep.

When the nurse came to check on her in the middle of the night, Nan Yu woke up with a start. She vaguely saw a familiar figure at the door, glanced at her sleeping father, carefully put on her shoes, and crouched down to go out. She saw Gu Han standing guard outside.