Before this, Gu Ningyue never thought that one day she would return here on behalf of the original owner.
Nor did she ever think that one day Ling Tianyou, whose re footstep could make City A tremble thrice, would be with her cleaning up this heavily destroyed room.
"It’s the first ti I’ve seen you doing chores," Gu Ningyue remarked, with one hand inconveniently busy as Ling Tianyou cos over to straighten a fallen chair for her: "Thank you."
Ling Tianyou’s face shows little expression, but his voice is unexpectedly gentle: "Before moving out of the Ling Family’s ancestral house, I used to do so chores too."
He rarely ntions those tis.
Gu Ningyue suddenly grew interested, "Wasn’t living at ho very good? Your parents seed to treat you well."
The last ti she went back, Mr. Ling was stern, but it was evident he treated both sons well.
Especially Mrs. Ling, who was kind and sensible; just looking at her made people feel warm.
Ling Tianyou wasn’t as unlucky as she was, without parental love in her past life, and now eting such a father.
She has never experienced real warmth for so long.
Ling Tianyou stayed silent, and Gu Ningyue wiped the only intact crystal lamp’s lampshade, cautiously glancing up to ask him: "Did I say sothing wrong?"
Could it be that Ling Tianyou’s world isn’t as happy as one might imagine?
After a while, Ling Tianyou looked at her and said: "No, it’s just that so things are hard to know where to start."
Gu Ningyue smiled, "If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t. I was just asking casually, don’t mind it."
"Actually... it’s not much. Mainly because of Tianze, he loves to play too much. Moreover, he likes to involve in everything he does, so my dad simply let live outside." Ling Tianyou spoke leisurely, "When I first moved out, Tianze and Liu Liu had just gotten together. My father originally wanted my brother to learn to manage the company’s affairs, but at that ti, my brother was busy pursuing Liu Liu, not focused on this matter, so my father placed all expectations on and didn’t want my brother to affect , thus he straightforwardly bought a new house to live outside."
Gu Ningyue nodded slightly, barely understanding the Ling family’s educational style: "Hey, what’s this?"
While tidying the drawer, Gu Ningyue found a small cylindrical container, only the length of a pinky.
"Seems like for letters?" Ling Tianyou approached and said: "Back when Tianze was pursuing Liu Liu, he made quite a few of these things. Want to open and see?"
Gu Ningyue responded with a sound, reaching out to open the lid.
Dumped into her palm, sure enough, there was a well-tied paper roll.
After untying the ribbon, a line of beautiful Song typeface characters appeared in front of them: "Let’s get married! I am willing to exhaust all I have to make you happy."
No need to say, this was a love letter Gu Zheng wrote to the mother during his younger days.
It’s surprising how after so long it was still kept well in the drawer.
It seems till death, the mother of the original owner never let go of this initially deceitful love.
"Do you think, if my mom could see Gu Zheng now, grieving over another woman, she would regret marrying him in the first place?" Gu Ningyue chuckled bitterly: "Anyway, if it were , I would’ve regretted it long ago."
She crumpled the paper inside into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.
Things like these don’t deserve to be in this room.
As they finished tidying up almost everything, the sound of the butler resud outside the door: "Miss, President Ling, the master and young master are back."
The butler’s voice sounded quite weak, as if he already anticipated what might happen next.
"Speak of the devil!" Gu Ningyue stood up, glanced at Ling Tianyou and said: "Let’s go! Downstairs!"
"Wait!" Ling Tianyou pressed her shoulder: "I ask you, if Gu Heng won’t admit his mistake, what will you do?"
Gu Ningyue’s lips curled into an extraordinarily gentle smile: "Why bother! He’s done it all, how could he think he’s wrong. What I want isn’t him admitting his fault."
Ling Tianyou slowly released her hand and smiled too: "Alright, let’s go!"
Downstairs, as Gu Heng saw Ling Tianyou and Gu Ningyue appear side by side before him, his heart skipped a couple of beats.
Gu Zheng maintained a usual deanor, seeming not to care about the deep as water Gu Ningyue before him: "Did you check on your mother? Paid respects?"
"No." Gu Ningyue coldly looked at Gu Heng: "Soone has wrecked my mother’s room into a total ss, even the portrait was smashed. How could I pay respects?"
Gu Heng straightened his posture, forcing his gaze not to flinch.
Yet even with all his strength, he couldn’t help but wilt under Gu Ningyue’s sharp eyes.
This girl truly has changed; she’s no longer the Gu Ningyue he and his sister could manipulate as before.
"I see!" Gu Zheng nodded slightly, "Just have the butler bring so people to tidy up, as for the portrait, go out and buy a suitable fra, no big deal."
Though Gu Ningyue had guessed Gu Zheng’s attitude would be like this, it still kindled so anger when he truly behaved this way.
After all those years together, now even the portrait smashed by the son drinking recklessly, brought such a nonchalant remark?
Gu Ningyue doesn’t believe Gu Zheng doesn’t know who did it, nor does she believe Gu Heng drunk made such a big scene that he didn’t hear it.
Perhaps he didn’t want to manage it, having long found her mother’s room an eyesore, which is why he allowed it to happen.
"Fras are easy to buy, but after the room was wrecked, not a single person ca in to clean! If my mother’s spirit knows, she’d probably feel resentful." Gu Ningyue looked at Gu Zheng, her eyes sharp as blades: "Dad, that’s not very good!"
Gu Zheng glanced at Ling Tianyou, indifferent: "You see! I originally planned to repair your mother’s room during the vacation, so it was left alone without tidying up. Since you’re back, butler, go tidy up!"
As the butler was about to respond, Gu Ningyue already reached out to stop him: "No need, Tianyou and I have already tidied up. I just have a question!"
Gu Zheng asked: "What question?"
Gu Ningyue lowered her hand, looked at Gu Zheng and asked: "Dad, if the portrait in this room was Li Yulan’s, would you still allow that little beast Gu Heng to act so recklessly?"
Gu Heng jumped up instantly: "You! Who are you calling a little beast?"
"I wasn’t talking to you, shut up." Gu Ningyue lazily glanced at Gu Heng, only intensely staring at Gu Zheng: "Dad, answer , would you?"
Gu Zheng’s eyebrows knitted into a character, "Ning Yue, how could you curse your Aunt Li like this!"
This girl, becoming more and more unruly!
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