Good morning, Miss Chu.
He Yunxiao greeted Chu Xiaoxiao very warmly.
Chu Xiaoxiao, looking utterly helpless, gave him a cold look but said nothing.
Although He Yunxiao knew that this was already a way of Chu Chu greeting him, because if it were anyone else, Chu Chu wouldn't even glance at him, Fan Ziruo, who was unaware of the situation, clearly didn't think so.
“Young Master He, we need a teaching aid for today’s lesson. Zi is too weak to carry it. Could you come with me to get it? Miss Chu, please wait here for a moment. We will be right back.”
Helping a girl carry her things is a great opportunity to increase her favorability, so He Yunxiao naturally wouldn't let it pass by.
She readily agreed and went out with Fan Ziruo.
The two walked toward Fan Ziruo's boudoir. Halfway there, Fan Ziruo saw that no one was around, so she called out to He Yunxiao.
"Young Master He, please wait a moment."
"What's wrong, Ziruo?"
Fan Ziru frowned and said, "Young Master He, have you noticed that Chu Xiaoxiao is acting strangely?"
He Yunxiao: !!!
Holy crap!
He immediately looked around warily, using his hearing to make sure no one was around, and then estimated the distance between this place and the study.
Given the considerable distance, the fact that it was daytime, and the presence of multiple walls, Chu Xiaoxiao had absolutely no chance of hearing it.
Finally, I felt relieved.
Fan Ziru frowned and said, "Young Master He, in front of Chu Fan, Chu Xiaoxiao gives me the feeling of a sixteen-year-old girl. But yesterday and today, in the study, I always felt that Chu Xiaoxiao was a different person. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can clearly sense that she is different from the Chu Xiaoxiao in front of Chu Fan."
Of course they're different. Xiaoxiao is a little witch, and Chuchu is a female demon. It would be a miracle if they were the same.
He Yunxiao knew, but he did not intend to tell Fan Ziruo the secret of Chu Xiaoxiao's dual personality.
This is Chu Xiaoxiao's biggest secret, known only to herself at the moment. If Ziruo were to find out, it would undoubtedly bind her to Chu Xiaoxiao's chariot. The best-case scenario would be like her current situation, being fed a Soul-Devouring Pill and forced to work for Chu Xiaoxiao. The worst-case scenario would be being silenced by Chu Xiaoxiao.
However, Fan Ziruo is so clever that she can't be fooled by ordinary scams and jokes.
The reason given last time, that Chu Xiaoxiao was unwell, was already a stretch; it probably can't be used again.
Damn!
He Yunxiao slapped himself hard.
Why am I trying to lie again! Think of Nan Zhu's wife, He Yunxiao!
When Fan Ziruo saw He Yunxiao suddenly slap himself, she disregarded everything else and quickly grabbed his arm, pressed his hand down, and asked with concern, "Young Master He? What's wrong? Is there something you can't tell me? I'll swear on my life that I'll keep your mouth shut. I just hope you take care of your health and don't hurt yourself."
Feeling the soft pressure on his arm, He Yunxiao thought to himself, "The female lead is indeed the female lead."
With the female lead's halo around, some parts just don't make sense.
Fan Ziruo usually dresses conservatively, so her size is hard to discern. She's also very slender; her face and hands, which are visible, lack any plumpness. Logically, a person's figure should be well-proportioned, with each part complementing the others without being too prominent. But she's the female lead, and things don't follow logic; she's got plenty of curves in all the right places.
He Yunxiao roughly estimated that she was at least on par with Sister Du, and most likely a bit richer than her.
The author of "Girl, All I Want Is to Cultivate" is truly a genius. Fan Ziruo clearly has a proper and dignified personality, yet she is given a body that is completely opposite to hers...
Fan Ziruo held onto He Yunxiao's arm tightly, showing no intention of letting go. She even took advantage of He Yunxiao's momentary daze as he admired the novel's author's talent to scurry closer to him, touch his forehead to check the temperature, and then touch her own.
Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao smiled gently and said, "Ziruo, I'm not sick."
Because of the increased favorability, Fan Ziruo has completely lost the ability to remain calm in front of He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao's every move could affect her emotions.
Just now, she was worried about He Yunxiao, but now that she saw he was alright, she felt relieved. However, she was slightly dissatisfied because He Yunxiao said he wasn't sick.
Why would you hit yourself if you're not sick?
He Yunxiao didn't want to lie to Fan Ziruo, but he didn't know how to explain Chu Xiaoxiao's personality to her. Moreover, Fan Ziruo's favorability rating was only 73, which was not yet the passing grade for winning her over, and He Yunxiao was not sure if he could tell her everything about Chu Xiaoxiao.
The best way to resolve Chu Xiaoxiao's current personality dilemma is to tell her everything, but it will also drag Fan Ziruo directly into Chu Xiaoxiao's predicament.
"Zi Ruo."
"Um."
There are some things I don't know whether I should say or not.
"Does the young master wish to speak?"
"I want to, but if I say it out loud, it will hurt others."
Fan Ziruo seemed to have forgotten to let go, still clinging to He Yunxiao's arm. She nestled close to him, her large eyes curving into crescents, and tilted her head back, smiling gently, "Does this 'other person' refer to me?"
"Um."
hateful!
She looks so beautiful when she smiles, so why does she always have to be so calm and collected?
At this moment, Fan Ziru released He Yunxiao's arm, took half a step back, and created a small distance between them.
"Ziruo understands."
Although she didn't say it explicitly, He Yunxiao knew that, given her intelligence, she probably understood that Chu Xiaoxiao was someone even the eldest son of a marquis couldn't afford to offend. She was so clever; she probably wouldn't touch anything related to Chu Xiaoxiao again.
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