Gu Qimiao was so pleased with herself that she didn’t notice the change in his expression and simply asked, "Feeling better yet?"
"Have some hot porridge."
He never stood on ceremony with her. She handed it over, and he took it up and gulped down a mouthful.
"I told you to wear more clothes, but you wouldn’t listen. Even though it hasn’t snowed, it’s still cold. You just had to look cool."
"You’re getting better at making snide remarks."
"How is this a snide remark? I’m concerned about you."
"Do I need your nagging?! Just eat your food!"
Gu Qimiao pouted, picked up a bun and brought it to her mouth. Just as the bun touched her lips, the impulsive action she took that morning surfaced in her mind again, and she couldn’t help but smile...
Gu Moming frowned at her, "Did you find money this morning? What’s making you giggle like that alone?"
Gu Qimiao’s face flushed, and she quickly hid her smile. "No...," she changed the subject, "Has your shop started renovations yet?"
"Yeah, I need to go check it out later. I found a few houses online. When are you free? Let’s go take a look together."
Gu Qimiao paused, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "In a few days... Let’s talk about it after your shop is renovated. We have a place to stay now, so there’s no rush."
"Then stay at the hotel for the next few days."
"... It’s not convenient, all my stuff is in the dormitory! Just bear with it for a few days, besides, the hotel environment isn’t that bad."
Gu Moming frowned, obviously unhappy. They rarely spent so much time apart. In Italy, they always lived together. Even when he had competitions, she always followed him.
Gu Qimiao quickly stood up: "I have to go to work now. Wear more clothes when you go out, it’s a hassle to come over late at night!"
He widened his eyes: "Annoyed by my hassle?!"
Gu Qimiao quickly shook her head, slightly sarcastic: "No! It feels great not sleeping all night!"
Hearing that she hadn’t slept all night, he stopped arguing and stood up: "Wait, I’ll see you off."
"No need, it’s not on the way to your shop. I’m leaving first."
Just thinking about his flashy sports car gave her a headache.
When she arrived at the gallery, Fang Shaobei was already standing by her studio door, with a drawing board on his back, looking like he was waiting for her.
"What’s up, Mr. Fang?"
"Hurry up and pack your things, come with me to the art academy."
Gu Qimiao walked into the studio and asked, "Going again?"
Fang Shaobei chuckled, "I’m a resident professor now. The principal talked to me yesterday. He said the students responded well to the special lecture last time. And now that I’m staying in the country and near the academy, I’ll be teaching three classes a week. They’re giving me a faculty apartment and the salary is quite good."
While packing, Gu Qimiao teased him, "Mr. Fang, you’re already making a fortune, yet you still love money so much!"
He chuckled lightly, "One must never be at odds with money in this life. Let’s go."
Gu Qimiao packed her things and asked as she followed him, "So if I work as your assistant, will I get a pay raise?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Yes, but it’ll be a 9-1 split of my salary."
"So stingy! Only 9-1."
"You don’t need the money, do you? Your paintings sold the best at the exhibition."
"That’s because Mr. Fang’s sales training is top-notch."
"You know how to flatter now?" He paused and asked, "You’ve been working for a few years, haven’t you saved any money? Do you really plan to spend all your hard-earned money on your brother?"
Gu Qimiao pouted, "I don’t want to, but you know how he is. He’s opening a car repair shop now. He bought a storefront and a new car. It’s driving me crazy!"
Fang Shaobei looked into the distance and said, "It’s all because you spoil him."