Chapter 32 (1/2)

Hao Yan Che sat on the bed next to Yuan Gun Gun.

'If you don't stop crying, I'll sew your lips together,' Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun turned her back to Hao Yan Che.

Hao Yan Che hugged Yuan Gun Gun from behind.

'You're really ugly,' Hao Yan Che said.

'If I'm ugly, I'm ugly,' Yuan Gun Gun said. 'I don't need to marry you.'

Hao Yan Che turned Yuan Gun Gun's face to him, and pinched her cheeks.

'Who would want to marry you?' Hao Yan Che asked.

'Who needs you to care?' Yuan Gun Gun asked.

'Who are you talking to?' Hao Yan Che asked.

Yuan Gun Gun didn't want to endure Hao Yan Che pinching her face, she turned her head to the side.

'You want to avoid me?' Hao Yan Che asked.

'This is my face,' Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che pinched Yuan Gun Gun's cheeks.

'Right now, your face belongs to me,' Hao Yan Che said.

'Why?' Yuan Gun Gun asked.

'Because you're my maid,' Hao Yan Che said. 'For three years, you belong to me.'

'Young master, let me go home,' Yuan Gun Gun said.

'No,' Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che poked Yuan Gun Gun's rosy face.

Yuan Gun Gun hit Hao Yan Che's shoulders.

'Why?' Yuan Gun Gun asked. 'I miss big brother Du, daddy, mummy and my small friend.'

Hao Yan Che's good mood soured after he heard Na Liu Ting Du's name from Yuan Gun Gun's lips.

'That is your business,' Hao Yan Che said coldly. 'Not mine.'

'I want to go home,' Yuan Gun Gun said.

'In another three years you can leave!' Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che walked outside and slammed the door shut.

Yuan Gun Gun looked at the closed door. She didn't understand why Hao Yan Che was always cold one second and hot the next second.

Days later, the servants suspected Yuan Gun Gun was giving Hao Yan Che the silent treatment. It made them more fearful of offending Hao Yan Che. They thought Hao Yan Che truly loved Yuan Gun Gun if he wouldn't let her work after a small cut on her hand, he coddled her in her bedroom like she had a terminal illness. In the heat of the moment they heard him say, 'Yuan Gun Gun, if you die, who is going to be my maid?' Only a Hao Yan Che and naive people would believe Hao Yan Che hated Yuan Gun Gun.

In the study room, Hao Yan Che couldn't think and felt frustrated without Yuan Gun Gun.

'Yi Tu, call Gun Gun to come here,' Hao Yan Che ordered.