Chapter 192: I want… pillow talk (2)
Gu Yu pulled out a chair and took a seat, glancing at her as he asked, “You didn’t put in any chili this time, right?”
There was not even a tinge of red in any of the dishes. It was completely different from the dishes that she had made before, which were all piled with chili.
“Ahem…” Xu Weilai coughed awkwardly as she placed the dish in her hands onto the table. She pulled out the chair beside him and sat down before simply asking, “You don’t like spicy food, right? I’m just… following the man I married, be he a c.o.c.k or a dog…”
Sensing Gu Yu turning that expressionless face of his over, Xu Weilai immediately added, “I mean I’m just following my husband’s preferences!”
After finis.h.i.+ng her words, she decided that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she’d make. Picking up her chopsticks, she helped Gu Yu to the dishes, “Eat more, my husband…”
Gu Yu lowered his gaze, trying to hide the glint of amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes before he basked in her attentiveness without holding himself back.
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Xu Weilai was right by Gu Yu’s side for the rest of the day. She peeled an apple and prepared the bath for him, pa.s.sed him a face towel after he washed up, squeezed the toothpaste for him when he brushed his teeth, and even helped him with blow-drying his hair. Her service was impeccable!
When the time came for him to acknowledge Xu Weilai’s efforts and pa.s.s her the invite, Gu Yu ignored the desperate look in her eyes. He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, immediately falling asleep.
Xu Weilai turned around, looking at the man sleeping peacefully beside her. She gritted her teeth and stared at him bitterly. She wished her glare could bore holes into his skin.
Gu Yu didn’t choose to shut her down on purpose, right? He didn’t do so just to toy with her, right?
At that moment, she wished she could make a miniature doll and paste Gu Yu’s name on it. Then, she would stab him the same way that Grandma Rong stabbed Zi Wei!
Xu Weilai held her grudge until the next day. Tomorrow was the day of the year-end banquet. That meant that today was her last chance to earn that invite.
Gu Yu was just like an undefeatable bot; nothing she did could get past him. She stooped down low and compromised, but he just refused to bring anything up. Feeling exhausted and furious, she picked up the cus.h.i.+ons on the sofa and punched them repeatedly!
For the past two days, Mrs. Lin had picked up on Xu Weilai’s attempts at pleasing the Young Master. Seeing how she kept reaching a dead end, she continued to mop the floor as she suggested to Xu Weilai, “Young Mistress, I think you’re using the wrong tactic.”
A glint flashed in Xu Weilai’s eyes. “Do you have any good ideas, Mrs. Lin?”
She patted the sofa, gesturing for Mrs. Lin to take a seat as she put on a humble expression, “Senior Lin, please teach me your ways!”
Mrs. Lin didn’t drag out the suspense any longer. After taking a seat, she coughed softly before saying, “I wouldn’t say I’m teaching you. I’m just trying to share some life experiences.”
Without another word, Xu Weilai fetched a little notebook and a pen.
After she was done hearing Mrs. Lin’s so-called “life experiences,” Xu Weilai’s face was as flushed as a monkey’s bottom. Mrs. Lin patted her shoulder as she concluded, “A master teaches a trade, but an apprentice’s skill is self-made. Young Mistress, keep fighting!”
“Mrs. Lin… is such a rash act a serious suggestion?”
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Later that night…
Just like last night, Gu Yu laid down on the bed and immediately fell asleep.
Despite this, Xu Weilai was like an ant on a hot griddle. She wanted to carry out Mrs. Lin’s suggestion, yet she couldn’t bring herself to. In a dilemma, she tossed and turned in bed.
After half an hour, Gu Yu opened his eyes disgruntledly, likely awoken by the ruckus she caused. Those inky eyes of his turned over coldly as he spoke in an equally cold tone, “Xu Weilai, are you going to sleep or not?”
Xu Weilai was scared out of her wits by that cold gaze of his, almost wanting to throw in the towel at this point. At the very last second, she still yelled out, “I am!”
Then, she got up and pounced on Gu Yu.
Unfazed, Gu Yu gazed at Xu Weilai, who was sprawled on him like an octopus. In his usual cold tone, he asked, “What are you doing?”
Xu Weilai raised her head that was resting atop his chest and shuffled around until their eyes met. Then, she parted her delicate red lips, whispering very very softly, “I want… pillow talk.”