Gu Youyou showed a look of astonishment—was Jin Zijin really making a swing?
So he’s been busy building a swing all this time?
Who is it for? Do Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing, two grown men, seem like the type to enjoy swings?
A shiver ran down her spine!
"Youyou, come and give it a try!"
It wasn’t until Jin Zijin’s voice rang out in the courtyard.
Gu Youyou firmly denied that she was a little girl who liked swings.
After circling the swing, she crossed her arms over her chest and said indifferently, "So you’ve spent all this effort to make this good-looking but impractical thing? If it were ten years ago, I might have liked it."
Jin Zijin raised an eyebrow. Was she saying he was childish? That he had made something a child would like.
A sharp-tongued, critical little cat who pretends otherwise, she clearly liked it.
He touched his nose and then beckoned to Abao, who was playing in the courtyard, saying, "I thought both you and Abao would like it."
Gu Youyou was slightly taken aback.
What does that mean? If you’re talking about Abao, just mention Abao, why bring me into it?
Oh no, that’s wrong, if you’re talking about me, just say me, why involve Abao?
Wait, why would both Abao and I like it?
At Jin Zijin’s gesture, Abao trotted over cheerfully, and aside from its motionless tail, it was all about pleasing its master like a starry-eyed Vengo.
"Abao, come up and try it!"
When Jin Zijin pointed at the swing, Abao understood and with a light jump, landed on the wicker chair.
Gu Youyou’s eyes widened in fury.
This is my exclusive ride; get off.
Jin Zijin was inwardly amused—he hadn’t built the swing in vain.
Because of Gu Youyou’s genuine display of feelings, because of the little girl’s posture that Gu Youyou had shown.
He didn’t want to tease her any longer. With a pat on Abao’s back, it hopped down again.
A common white butterfly fluttered into the yard, and Abao, oblivious to the rivalry between its two masters, joyfully chased after the butterfly.
"You did that on purpose!" You jerk.
Gu Youyou accused him huffily.
Jin Zijin just smiled lightly and leaned over, saying, "Do you want me to lift you up to try it?"
"No way!" Gu Youyou pushed Jin Zijin away from the swing, clearly irritated.
Sitting down, Gu Youyou relaxed and gently started swinging.
It felt so comfortable; she had already forgotten what she was thinking just a moment ago. What happened to her adamant denial of being a girl who liked swings?
"You’re being good now," Jin Zijin murmured, as if he were just talking to himself.
But Gu Youyou heard him clearly.
Uh oh, she had forgotten to ask about the important matter.
Oh well, she could find time to ask Qin Changlin later. Men tend to communicate better with each other, or she could just go check it out herself.
The Huang Family matriarch hadn’t managed to get the doctor from Jisheng Hall as she’d said before to check Lei Qianqian’s pulse, but this didn’t affect the mood of the Gu Family at all.
It’s common for a woman to be pregnant; it doesn’t really matter if it’s confirmed or not.
Having it checked would just be icing on the cake! And there’s no harm in not checking.
Of course, this happy mood didn’t include the Huang Family matriarch.
She had been acting strangely in the last few days. Huang Xiangwen, who always followed her like a lapdog and liked to watch her face for cues, noticed it, and so did Gu Feng.
The others assumed she was angry because of Gu Youyou.
Because she didn’t manage to bring a doctor from Jisheng Hall, it’s likely that she got a tongue-lashing from that clever-tongued girl.
This was something Gu Youyou was capable of.
In the Gu Family, aside from Gu Feng, she respected no one else’s opinion.
At night, Huang Xiangwen whispered her suspicions to Gu Xiaoxiao.