Chapter 270

Chapter 270: 263: The more it hurts, the more excited (one more update) Chapter 270: 263: The more it hurts, the more excited (one more update) “Keep going, what other good qualities does the youngest son of Boss Lou have?”

Mother Dong continued to peddle... ahem, I mean, to play matchmaker: “He opened a store online and is his own boss, and the business isn’t half bad.”

“What does he sell?”

Because Gu Yihuan was laughing as sweetly as the foolishly naive female lead in an idol drama, it was easy to let one’s guard down around him. Caught off guard, Mother Dong spilled the beans.

“Seems like it’s something to do with helping others recharge?”

“Third-party recharging?” Gu Yihuan expressed an incredulous surprise, “If it’s not officially authorized, that would be illegal.”

Mother Dong’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly corrected herself: “Hehe, I must have remembered wrong.”

With a cat in hand, Gu Yihuan asked, “If Boss Lou’s youngest son is so brilliant, why would he take a liking to our Xiao Wen?”

Granny Zhu: Our?? Xiao Wen??

Granny Zhu’s teeth weren’t good, she couldn’t finish the melon seeds, so she patted Xiao Gu’s shoulder, signalling him to hold out his hand.

Xiao Gu extended his hand with a smile and received another handful of melon seeds.

Talking about how they met, Mother Dong said it was all fate: “Last time Xiao Wen went to Boss Lou’s place to buy fireworks, the two met once.”

Gu Yihuan summed it up in one sentence: “Love at first sight, huh.”

Mother Dong pulled a face: “What kind of way is that to speak, child.”

Gu Yihuan, cracking melon seeds, thought to himself: Can’t even tell the truth anymore.

“Meow.”

Huahua meowed and ran away. It turned out that Xie Shang had come out of Wen Changling’s room. Huahua abandoned Gu Yihuan and ran to her male owner’s side.

Xie Shang appeared, but that didn’t stop Gu Yihuan from carrying on, harmlessly calling out to Mother Dong: “Granny.”

Mother Dong: Who’s your granny!

“That’s my fourth brother, the boss of Ruyi Pawnshop next door.” Gu Yihuan started to sell... no, to recommend, “He’s one eighty-seven tall.” He stressed specifically, “That’s his actual height, mind you.”

When it came to his fourth brother’s virtues, Gu Yihuan could go on for days and nights.

“Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, perfume blending, skiing, racing, skydiving—he does it all.” Ignoring his fourth brother’s warning gaze, he stretched out both hands and pointed, “Take a look, he’s not black, not fat, not old, just one year older than Xiao Wen and he’s very caring.”

There were too many good points; he couldn’t possibly list them all, so he just threw out a few in comparison to Boss Lou’s youngest.

“Though not very filial, he will unconditionally help his girlfriend a hundred percent, plus my fourth brother’s mom is very reasonable, so there definitely won’t be any mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues after marriage.”

Beeing unfilial was also telling the truth since after all, the fourth brother had put his own father away.

“He’s also studied abroad, at Johns Hopkins University, a world-class institution.” And what else, right, Gu Yihuan continued to compare with Boss Lou’s youngest, “He also owns his own businesses, a pawnshop as well as a perfume company. If he doesn’t apply himself, he’ll have to return home to inherit a bunch of law firms and banks.”

Mother Dong: “...”

Gu Yihuan tilted his head, earnestly seeking advice: “Granny, since you help people matchmake, what score would you give my fourth brother in the marriage and dating market?”

Mother Dong replied dryly with a platitude: “Boss Xie is a dragon among men, surely a ten out of ten.”

“I see,” Gu Yihuan regretted, “Too bad he’s taken.”

Granny Zhu was surprised: “Boss Xie has someone already?”

“Yes, Xiao Wen is his girlfriend; they’ve already gotten back together.”

Mother Dong: “...”

The clown turned out to be herself.

Granny Zhu, all smiles with her teeth out of sight, adored Boss Xie’s little brother.

“Xiao Huan.”

The family elder spoke up, and Gu Yihuan obediently shut up.

Xie Shang came over: “Sorry.” He apologized on behalf of his brother with a polite but indulgent tone, “My little brother is spoiled at home and speaks without a filter.”

Mother Dong was shrewd enough to know Boss Xie carried clout; given an out, she quickly took it: “A misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding.”

Xie Shang’s gaze turned to Gu Yihuan, his expression a bit more stern, “You’ve eaten someone else’s food, and you don’t even know to brew a pot of tea.”

Gu Yihuan clapped his hands, “I’ll go do that now.”

He followed Xie Shang back to the pawnshop, and once they were a little further away, he complained in a low voice.

“Why is Xiao Wen like this.”

It seemed he had gotten quite used to calling her Xiao Wen.

“Changling, you’re utterly devoted to her, yet she’s still out there getting to know Boss Lou’s youngest son, that little shortie—”

Just as he stepped over the threshold, Gu Yihuan looked up and saw Wen Changling, swallowing back his complaint, “...Sister-

in-law.”

Wen Changling nodded in acknowledgment.

She had finished processing the road test data and got off work early.

Xie Shang said to her, “Come to my place, Granny Zhu has a guest.”

“Oh.”

Wen Changling followed Xie Shang to the pawnshop.

Gu Yihuan trailed behind them, entering the courtyard, and couldn’t help but crane his neck to peek ahead.

Approaching the bedroom door, Xie Shang looked back, “Aren’t you going to make tea?”

Gu Yihuan, “Oh.”

So much for watching the lovebirds.

Gu Yihuan pretended to go brew tea, peering into Xie Shang’s room with his 5.0 vision.

Xie Shang closed the door.

He picked up Wen Changling and placed her on the table, so he didn’t need her to look up, just tilting his head was enough to kiss her, “How many times have you met Boss Lou’s youngest son?”

Wen Changling thought for a moment, “I don’t remember.”

“The man fell for you at first sight, and you don’t remember him?”

She heard the acidity in his tone.

She played along obediently, “Then I should get to know him, deepen the impression.”

The hand Xie Shang had around her waist tightened, “Wen Changling.”

She retorted, “Petty.”

Xie Shang separated her legs, stood between them, and applied a bit more force with his hands, pulling her into his embrace, closing the distance, “Hmm, I am petty.”

She was a glowing pearl, shining wherever she went, and Xie Shang worried with every extra glance she received from others.

She sighed, “Why are you so jealous all the time?”

She had just come from outside, her hands were cold, and mischievously, she slipped her hand inside Xie Shang’s clothes, touching him here and there, tickling him.

Xie Shang had little self-control around her now, he held her hand, “Can’t you say something sweet to humor me?”

She replied, “No coddling.”

She had a bit of a ‘straight girl’ mindset, not much for whispering sweet nothings.

She took her hand out, wrapped her arms around Xie Shang’s neck, pulling him closer, relaxedly resting on his shoulder. She gave him a symbolic kiss before her playful side took over, sucking the skin below his ear, turning it red, and even biting with her teeth.

Xie Shang tilted his head back slightly, reminding Miss Wen, “Others can see here.” He didn’t mind himself, but if others started talking, she couldn’t escape their remarks.

Wen Changling, with an innocent and compliant look, touched the mark she had made, saying sweetly and tenderly, “Xingxing, a mark is meant to be seen by others.”

She was a little devil, naughtily deceiving; all pretense of honesty and decency.

Xie Shang’s palm was clasped over the back of her neck, positioning her to lay back on his shoulder, he pulled down the collar of his garment a bit to make her task easier, “Continue.”

All those sutras read in vain, the virtues of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and honor, along with the conduct of a gentleman, learnt and misplaced as if in a dog’s belly—he actually enjoyed it.

He might be sick, for the pain Wen Changling inflicted on him excited him.