Chapter 162: Chapter 92: A Woman’s Heart is as Unfathomable as the Bottom of the Ocean
“Right,” Gu Changsheng glared at Yue Xilou once more, wiped his face, grabbed his son, and led the way out. “Let’s go, son, we’re off to do a face mask.”
Gu Changsheng looked at the three very modern rocking chairs moved into the yard, feeling quite melancholy…
Such a lazy chair, of course, is meant for lying down, listening to flowers blooming and fading, watching the clouds roll by and stretch out leisurely, no?
But she has an injury on her back!
Lying down won’t work, but even if she has to lie on her side, she must claim one of those chairs! Otherwise, why would she bother working hard for others?
“Feeling sleepy in spring, lethargic in autumn, nodding off in summer, oh, and not catching enough sleep during the three winter months; right now, in this crisp autumn air, it’s perfect to apply a face mask and lie down. Come on, both of you, lie down quickly!” Holding a big bowl of freshly mixed herbal mask clay, Gu Changsheng was full of enthusiasm, vigorously selling it, “Come try it, gentlemen. Gu’s exclusive, secret family recipe of Qibai Cream, made purely from ground traditional medicine, guaranteed environmentally friendly and non-polluting, and the effects are significantly good.”
Zhou Mu and Yue Xilou felt uneasy under her earnest gaze, frowning involuntarily.
“Trust me, just fifteen minutes, and your skin will rejuvenate. I, Gu Changsheng, take beauty and health very seriously!”
“What exactly goes on in your head?” Zhou Mu stepped back, holding his forehead. Such concerns for beauty are usually for those idle women in the harem, right?
They were men! Did they need beauty treatments?
“You don’t need to know that. Anyway, you can’t pry open my head to check. Come on, Evildoer, for that stunning, devastatingly handsome face of yours, lie down quickly!” Gu Changsheng employed her eloquent persuasion to the maximum extent.
Those sentimental, poetic moods really weren’t Gu Changsheng’s forte!
Because they honestly didn’t suit his image at all!
“Mom, why were you crying just now?” Little Meat Bun, completely clueless about reading the room, asked openly and honestly.
Gu Changsheng, while sitting on a stone bench and mixing the medicinal mask clay, paused and looked up spiritedly at Xiao Cui. “Xiao Cui, did my son never wear ‘eyebrow shoes’ when he was little?”
Otherwise, how could he be so oblivious, rubbing salt into people’s wounds?
Xiao Cui pursed her lips and looked down, replying, “I don’t know…”
She really didn’t know!
Gu Changsheng suddenly realized this, and it looked like she would have to chalk it up to Li Mansion, which bullied her and her son! Damn it, get ready for me, and when I’m in a bad mood one day, I’ll head back to the Capital City to settle scores!
And those two big stone lions at the entrance of Li Mansion, she missed them quite a bit!
She definitely and most certainly needed to get them to guard her house!
“Mom, you still haven’t answered my question, and you’re zoning out again?” Little Meat Bun, hands propping his cheeks, posed like a flower of the nation.
Very cute, very soul-dissolving…
The question, extremely silly and ignorant…
“Son, that’s a great question. Your mom wasn’t zoning out; she was contemplating,” Gu Changsheng said seriously, adding some water and continuing to mix the medicinal mask.
“What are you thinking about, Mom?” Little Meat Bun, curious, needed to ask.
“About how to make you forget this question.”
Everyone instinctively bowed their heads.
Alright, their lady had gone off on one again!
And their Young Master had been hoodwinked again…
The two gentlemen stood not too far and not too close to one side, watching her contentedly tampering with the so-called mask mix and occasionally joking with her son and the maid.
Zhou Mu’s mouth slightly curved; he had never known happiness could be so simple, yet so warm…
Yue Xilou also looked covetous, having gone through such bloodshed without forgetting the original intention; she was indeed different from the rest…
“Xiao Cui, Xiao Leizi, hurry up and bring over those rocking chairs the guards made yesterday,” Gu Changsheng said excitedly, seeing the mask was almost ready.
Where was the merest hint of her listless, desolate self from earlier?
Everyone unanimously thought that must have been their illusion!
Xiao Cui and Dong Lei awkwardly moved, one in front and one behind, bringing in three rocking chairs—that’s what had almost turned her courtyard into a carpenter’s workshop yesterday!
Call it a chair, but its curvature was too much like a small bed, fitting the back and waist just right.
And the key is that these chairs didn’t even have legs, just bent old willow wood making a slight upward curve in the front and back, completely unstable!
But her lady insisted, she wanted that vibe!
Zhou Mu, his sleeve being tugged by her, displayed a hint of resignation on his face as he followed her towards the peculiar chair.