On the other side, Gu Che practically dragged Yu Yuehui to a quiet, secluded corner.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional birdsong could be heard, and the wind gently rustled through the branches.
Gu Che pressed his hands firmly against Yu Yuehui's shoulders, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Who made Xie Yan's clothes?"
Yu Yuehui stared at Gu Che with a cold, expressionless face.
He didn't say a word.
All along the way, she was worried about Xie Yan's wrist, and when she heard Gu Che's words, she didn't understand what he meant at all.
But that didn't stop her from wanting to beat up Gu Che.
Even if Gu Che beat her up today, she felt it was nothing; she must have done something wrong and offended her master.
It is only natural for a master to discipline his disciple.
But Gu Cheqian should never have attacked Xie Yan.
Putting aside the fact that Xie Yan is not the type to cause trouble, even if Gu Che had offended him in some way, he shouldn't have attacked Xie Yan.
Isn't there still her? He can take on two or even three times the burden for Xie Yan.
But we can't touch Xie Yan. With Xie Yan's skinny arms and legs, what if something happens to him?
Seeing that Yu Yue didn't reply, Gu Che asked anxiously again, "Who made those clothes?"
Yu Yue pushed Gu Che's arm away. "Master, what's wrong with you today?"
"Why did you have to hit Xie Yan so hard? If he said or did anything wrong, you should have told me!"
"How could you just lay a hand on him? His arms and legs are so thin, he can't withstand your strength at all! What...!"
Gu Che could no longer hold back and interrupted Yu Yuehui, his voice rising involuntarily, "I apologize, I'll apologize to him when I get back."
"Now answer me, who made Xie Yan's dress?"
Yu Yue replied: "?"
She only just realized that Gu Che's expression was off, and asked in confusion, "Leather jacket?"
Gu Che nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Yu Yuehui, as if trying to see through her and extract the answers he wanted from her expression.
Yu Yue had no idea how anxious her master was at that moment; she thought Gu Che had taken a fancy to the leather jacket.
She frowned slightly, speechless, and said helplessly, "Master, my friend made those clothes. If you like them, just let me know."
"I'll just hunt another pelt and make you one. Why did you have to lay a hand on Xie Yan?"
She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, truly unable to understand why her master would do such a thing. How could Xie Yan, with his small frame, withstand that grab?
What should I do if I break a bone?
Thinking this, she couldn't stand still any longer and wanted to go back.
Gu Che could no longer hold back, his emotions erupting instantly. He grabbed Yu Yuehui's arm, his voice low but filled with barely suppressed urgency, almost shouting, "Who is your friend?"
"What's your name?"
Yu Yuehui was startled by his sudden action and fierce appearance, and stammered, "I, I..."
At the critical moment, Yu Yuehui stopped the car. "Master, what are you doing?"
Gu Che's hand, which was gripping Yu Yuehui's, began to tremble. Just moments ago, that name was on the tip of his tongue, so why didn't Yu Yuehui say it?
Where exactly is Lin Yu?
Yu Yue looked at the somewhat deranged Gu Che with suspicion, and unconsciously took a step back. Although Gu Che was her master, and she felt that her master was not a bad person after spending so much time with him, his current appearance was very frightening.
It really seems like there's something wrong with him!
Besides, Zhang Shiyu is a girl! Master, a grown man, why is he so eager to inquire about a girl? What is he trying to do?
Seeing Yu Yuehui's wary expression, Gu Che knew she had misunderstood. He suppressed his surging emotions, lowered his voice as much as possible, and patiently made up a story to explain: "I just really like the dark pattern on the cuff, that's why I'm in such a hurry."
"Don't worry, I just want her to make a dress for me."
Yu Yuehui looked on with suspicion, not believing his explanation. She stared intently at Gu Che, then looked him up and down before asking, "Is it really just about making clothes?"
If she hadn't gotten to know Gu Che better over this period of time, she would have already taken action.
Gu Che quickly nodded again.
At the same time, he was frantically thinking about how to make up a story that Yu Yue could believe.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Yu Yuehui, but rather that this matter wasn't just his responsibility alone.
He knew very well that he was unaware of Lin Yu's current situation and what she had become.
Those past life events are too complicated. Whether Yu Yue will believe them or not is another matter. More importantly, it may affect Zhang Shiyu's reputation.
Gu Che stood there, his expression solemn, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
He knew all too well that the restrictions imposed on women in this era were like invisible yet unbreakable shackles, and that the slightest misstep could plunge a woman into an abyss of no return.
He looked up into the distance. The village in the distance was quiet and peaceful under the afterglow of the setting sun. But he knew in his heart that beneath this seemingly calm surface lay many constraints and prejudices against women.
Therefore, he had no intention of making up any lies to explain his acquaintance with Zhang Shiyu.
In an era deeply rooted in feudal ideology, two people who should be worlds apart, no matter how or under what circumstances they meet, are very likely to become the subject of gossip, thus causing irreparable damage to Zhang Shiyu's reputation.
Gu Che would never allow her to take any risks related to her, no matter how small.
In this life, he will do everything in his power to protect Lin Yu and prevent her from suffering any harm.
So he desperately suppressed the turbulent emotions churning within him and tried his best to remain calm.
In no time, he returned to his previous calm demeanor. If it weren't for the bloodstains left on his palm from exerting too much force, one could not find anything unusual from the outside.
Gu Che explained again in a very low and hoarse voice, "You must be wondering why I lost control like this, right?"
He gave a bitter smile, and with the lingering redness at the corners of his eyes, he looked extremely pitiful. "My mother has a dress with this kind of dark pattern. My grandmother made it for her."
“My grandmother passed away many years ago. She would take out that dress every day to remember it. Now it has started to weather, and many of the threads have broken.”
"For so many years, I have been looking for someone who can embroider this kind of subtle pattern."
"Moreover, she is in poor health; she wrote to us recently saying she was very ill!"
"That's why I lost control when I saw that dark pattern. I'm sorry, I scared you!"
Gu's mother, who is always lively and energetic at home: "Listen to me, thank you."
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