Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Bastard, do you have to be so cold-blooded and heartless?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What, she came to you with her grievances?”
Gu Siting’s eyes were half-closed, his dangerous black pupils sharp and scrutinizing, making Shen Li’s scalp tingle with numbness.
To Gu Siting’s surprise, Gu Fuzhen, who had only worked at Imperial Garden for a few days, had even won over his gatekeeping staff!
How dare she take the initiative to enter his bedroom to speak well of her?
Under the oppressive gaze of Gu Siting, Shen Li was genuinely frightened, his legs trembling.
He was tempted to turn around and leave, but remembering the way Gu Fuzhen had seemed on the verge of tears, as though she had been gravely wronged when she left, he mustered up the courage to say, “Fourth Master, you drank a lot last night and might not remember many things, but Gu Fuzhen truly just took care of you purely. With her temperament, she wouldn’t climb into your bed! It must have been the cold night, and she accidentally rolled into your quilt while asleep. She would never harbor impure thoughts!”
“In these days without Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong, not only did she manage Imperial Garden perfectly, but she also ran around taking care of things last night. You vomited all over her without a single complaint, and she continued to take care of you!”
“She prepared stomach-nourishing porridge in the kitchen for you to drink when you got up in the morning, as well as a soup to sober up. You were supposed to drink it last night, but you slapped it away, and the shattered cup even cut a gash on her fingertip.”
“If a devoted and responsible servant is to be dismissed, Fourth Master, who would still dare come to work in Imperial Garden in the future?”
Gu Siting’s brows furrowed deeply, “How dare you! What, you don’t want to work anymore either?”
Shen Li hung his head, “Fourth Master, I’m just telling the truth. If you want to fire me, there’s nothing I can do.”
Gu Siting waved his hand, signaling Shen Li to go back to work.
Back downstairs, he saw the porridge bubbling in the pot and the appetizers on the side, causing his brows to furrow even more.
Flashes of memory crossed his mind.
He seemed to remember demanding a bath, instructing someone to run water in the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, he did seem to vomit all over Gu Fuzhen.
When he woke up in the morning, he did indeed see a chair placed by the bed.
Could it be that he really misunderstood her?
Thinking of Gu Fuzhen’s repressed and aggrieved look when she left, a slight pain emerged at Gu Siting’s temples.
After eating some stomach-nourishing porridge in the morning, Gu Siting went to work at Gu’s.
In the evening when he returned to Imperial Garden, Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong were back.
After two bites of the dinner that Aunt Zhong made, Gu Siting put down his chopsticks.
Aunt Zhong’s cooking was actually not bad, but it seemed quite inferior compared to the meal Gu Fuzhen had made the night before.
Gu Siting rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
The vibration of his mobile phone broke the silence. Seeing a call from Yanxi, he pressed the answer button.
“Fourth Brother, Yonghe Pavilion has a new head chef. I’ve heard the dishes are good. Want to come out for a meal together?”
Gu Siting responded with a noncommittal hum.
Aunt Zhong wanted to ask Gu Siting where Gu Fuzhen had gone, but seeing his cold demeanor, she swallowed the words back down.
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After Ming Yao returned to her rented courtyard, she looked at her phone several times.
She had two mobile phones; one was a new number she gave only to Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong.
Logically, with Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong back at Imperial Garden, and Shen Li having approached Tyrant Gu, he should have asked Steward Zhong or Aunt Zhong to call her to return to work, right?
Could it be that Tyrant Gu, even after knowing he wronged her, felt not the slightest remorse or sympathy?
Could a man be so heartlessly cruel?
If he didn’t ask Steward Zhong to call her back, what would she do in the future?
Would she have to assume a new identity and apply for a job again?
Ming Yao paced back and forth in her room, agitated.
After a while, the ringtone of the mobile phone on the bed began to chime.
Ming Yao’s eyes lit up as she pounced on the bed, hurriedly picking up the phone.