Chapter 39: How Much Vengence Does She Still Harbor?
ng Nianyao contemplated the teasing and mocking she might endure after calling Gu Wencheng and decided against it. Her eyes scanned the bathroom, and she noticed a man's bathrobe hanging on the hook beside the bathtub. It appeared unused.
Holding onto the wall, ng Nianyao gingerly made her way over to the bathrobe and removed her wet clothes. She put on the bathrobe.
Outside, Gu Wencheng waited for over an hour and began to grow concerned. He walked up to the bathroom door and called out, "Mrs. Gu, are you finished?"
ng Nianyao, now clad in the bathrobe, struggled with its oversized fit, causing her chest to be inadvertently exposed.
Not receiving a response, Gu Wencheng raised his voice, "ng Nianyao? If you don't answer, I'm coming in."
"Hold on..." ng Nianyao hurriedly fastened the bathrobe's straps and clutched the collar with her teeth just as the bathroom door swung open. Gu Wencheng hadn't expected to encounter such a scene. ng Nianyao, feeling helpless, forced a sheepish smile when she saw him.
Gu Wencheng's gaze wandered from head to toe, lingering on ng Nianyao's slightly curled toes. He couldn't help but smile mysteriously before approaching to lift her up.
ng Nianyao's hair was still damp as Gu Wencheng set her down on the sofa. He headed to the bathroom to fetch a towel.
ng Nianyao had nothing on beneath the bathrobe and felt quite exposed. When she saw Gu Wencheng's return, she couldn't help but say, "Could you please carry back to the bedroom first? I need to change into pajamas."
Gu Wencheng, a smile in his eyes, glanced at her before lifting her and carrying her back to the bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, ng Nianyao breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"Do you need to get your clothes?" Gu Wencheng inquired.
ng Nianyao was rendered speechless. "No, thank you."
Once Gu Wencheng left the room, ng Nianyao gingerly made her way to the wardrobe and retrieved her pajamas to change into. Just as she had finished dressing, Gu Wencheng knocked on the door. "Are you ready?"
ng Nianyao had no desire to respond. In fact, she didn't want to see Gu Wencheng at all. She felt a mixture of embarrassnt and irritation at being carried around by him.
Regrettably, Gu Wencheng had equal rights to the use of this bedroom. Seeing ng Nianyao's silence, he opened the door and entered. As their eyes t, filled with her frustration, he smiled and waved a hairdryer in his hand. "I've co to dry your hair."
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The following day, ng Nianyao requested ti off from work and remained at ho. When she awoke, Gu Wencheng was no longer in the apartnt.
Soone knocked on the door.
The unfamiliar middle-aged woman's voice surprised ng Nianyao for a mont. The voice from outside continued, "Madam, Sir hired to take care of you. You may call Aunt Zhang."
ng Nianyao was at a loss for words. "Please co in."
After Aunt Zhang entered, she presented ng Nianyao's slippers beside the bed and asked, "Would you like to freshen up now, Madam?"
ng Nianyao had never been looked after in such a manner, so she felt sowhat embarrassed when Aunt Zhang offered her slippers. "Yes, thank you."
"You're welco." Aunt Zhang smiled and approached to assist ng Nianyao.
Aunt Zhang appeared to be highly skilled in caring for individuals. She seed to anticipate ng Nianyao's needs without her having to ask. Nonetheless, ng Nianyao was still acclimating to the presence of this stranger in her apartnt.
Upon Gu Wencheng's return from work, ng Nianyao made her first request. "Gu Wencheng, I can take care of myself. Could you ask Aunt Zhang not to co?"
Gu Wencheng glanced at her feet. "Is your ankle healed?"
ng Nianyao was left speechless.
After a few days of this arrangent, ng Nianyao gradually grew accustod to Aunt Zhang's presence, although she still felt uneasy being served. She preferred to handle things herself.
Over ti, ng Nianyao lost track of the days spent being cared for until ng Haotian called her. She had been reading a book at the ti, and seeing "ng Haotian" on her phone screen made it feel like an eternity had passed.
She set her book aside and glanced at Mrs. Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen. She picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Nianyao, I'm back. Whose colleague's house are you at?" ng Haotian inquired. "Shall I co to pick you up?"
ng Haotian was aware of ng Nianyao's sprained ankle. He had initially suggested sending Wang Shulan to take care of her, but ng Nianyao had declined, claiming she would be staying at a colleague's place.
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