Chapter 150 — In a Very Bad Mood: Watching Wei Zhao Walk Back to His Room, Gu Mengyao Was Nearly in Tears... She Had Never Been So Wronged in All Her Life
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"Wei Zhao, aren't you just wonderful? Keep your distance, then, keep your distance! Who needs you!" Gu Mengyao shouted after Wei Zhao's retreating figure, her voice tearing itself raw. "From now on, your affairs are none of my business!"
That said, Gu Mengyao sank onto the sofa as if drained of every drop of strength, aggrieved and bereft all at once, and at last could not hold back her tears... yet, afraid that Shen Yushu might hear, she could only weep in silence.
"Sister Yaoyao, what's wrong?" Shen Yushu had noticed something off about Gu Mengyao. There was no teasing in her now; she took Gu Mengyao's hand. "Sister Yaoyao, don't cry..."
"Who's crying? I'm not crying!" Of course Gu Mengyao would never admit that she had wept over so baffling a man. His good points, his bad ones — what had any of it to do with her?
So what if he had saved her once? What of it? When she was small, Uncle Qing had saved her too!
And yet Wei Zhao and Uncle Qing... Every time she recalled the instant Wei Zhao had stepped forward to stand beside her as a hostage, warmth rose in Gu Mengyao's heart. In that moment she had felt herself a very fortunate girl, to have a man willing to descend into the grave with her. But now...
"Sister Yaoyao, I know you like Brother Arrow... How about I go and talk to him for you?" By now Shen Yushu could read a little of what was in Gu Mengyao's heart. The two had grown up together; no one understood Gu Mengyao's thoughts better than she did.
Nine chances out of ten, Gu Mengyao had truly fallen for him. The hero-saves-the-beauty routine was vulgar, true enough, but it was also the most classic of all plots, the one people never tired of retelling. Shen Yushu could see that ever since Wei Zhao had rescued Gu Mengyao, her attitude toward him had begun to shift...
These little details Gu Mengyao might never have noticed herself, but Shen Yushu, watching from the sidelines, could feel the difference in them.
"Xiaoshu, what nonsense are you talking? Who likes him?" Gu Mengyao panicked and leapt up from the sofa, her voice going shrill. "I don't like him. I've said it ten thousand times, I don't like him. Don't you dare talk nonsense!"
Shen Yushu had never seen Gu Mengyao react so violently. Startled, she hurried to say, "I won't say it, I won't say it, all right? Sister Yaoyao, we won't like him, is that not enough..."
"..." Gu Mengyao was spent. She clung to Shen Yushu, somewhat wronged. "Xiaoshu, you're the one who's good to me, the one who's always at my side..."
"Mm, I'll always be with you." Shen Yushu nodded and patted Gu Mengyao's shoulder in comfort.
It was not that Wei Zhao had not heard Gu Mengyao's shouting — it was that he did not know how to answer it. The hand that closed the door quivered slightly, and he let out a faint sigh.
He could not quite fathom the young miss's mind, but from the way she had behaved today, she seemed a little jealous. Could it be that the young miss had feelings for him?
Wei Zhao was at a loss. All along, he and Gu Mengyao had seemed to stand on opposite sides. Even if he had saved her life, surely that did not mean love at first sight?
Besides, even if it were love at first sight, Wei Zhao would not dare make off with the young miss. That was the great taboo of his trade — to fall in love with one's employer was to play with fire and burn oneself to ashes.
Wei Zhao shook his head. The young miss was having one of her fits today, and he did not dare cross her. That evening, when Uncle Qing came with the food, Wei Zhao did not leave his room.
Gu Mengyao vented the grievance in her heart to Shen Yushu for a while and felt a little better. Seeing Uncle Qing arrive, she forced her spirits up and went to help carry the dishes. Uncle Qing, finding no sign of Wei Zhao, was rather puzzled: "Miss Gu, is Mr. Wei not in?"