‘What did you say?’ Hao Yan Che asked and pinched Yuan Gun Gun’s bottom.

  ‘It’s your fault,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che let go of Yuan Gun Gun. He went to the pig fridge to get pudding and returned to the bed.

  ‘Don’t cry,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘Put on clothes and eat pudding.’


  ‘What clothes?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked. ‘You ripped my clothes.’


  Hao Yan Che opened the wardrobe, and chose one of his black shirts for Yuan Gun Gun.

  ‘I can’t see my……’ Yuan Gun Gun said and covered her chest.

  ‘What?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  Hao Yan Che let Yuan Gun Gun off the hook. He looked all over the bed. Finally he found Yuan Gun Gun’s black bra under her bottom.

  ‘It’s flattened,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘You flattened it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Yuan Gun Gun frowned. Hao Yan Che took a deep breath to stay calm.

  ‘If you put it on, it won’t be flat anymore,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Yuan Gun Gun blushed.

  ‘Hurry and put on clothes,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  After Hao Yan Che turned around, Yuan Gun Gun put on her black bra and his black shirt.

  ‘It’s too big,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Hao Yan Che turned around. Yuan Gun Gun sniffed her pink nose and her small hands were flapping his black shirt sleeves at him. It was like she was tempting him to come tease her.

  ‘Young master,’ Yuan Gun Gun called.

  Hao Yan Che sat on the bed, and held Yuan Gun Gun on his lap. He caressed her bottom, and felt she was wearing the bottom half of the dress he ripped under his black shirt. He pulled the ripped dress down her milky smooth legs.

  Yuan Gun Gun wiggled her bottom on Hao Yan Che’s lap.

  ‘My bottom is cold,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I want to wear underwear.’


  Hao Yan Che grabbed the pudding and put it in Yuan Gun Gun’s hand.

  ‘Be quiet,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  With pudding in Yuan Gun Gun’s hands, she forgot about her cold bare bottom. She slowly ate the pudding bite by bite.

  Hao Yan Che thought the hearty way Yuan Gun Gun ate the pudding made him suspect she would betray him for dessert. But he didn’t mind keeping her by his side, he considered it as doing a good deed.

  ‘I want more,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Yuan Gun Gun licked her lips, and gave the empty box to Hao Yan Che. He didn’t say anything, and she pouted her lips.

  ‘Tell me how am I going to face everyone again?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked. ‘It’s your fault.’


  Hao Yan Che rolled Yuan Gun Gun onto the bed.

  ‘You can stay here and cry all night,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Where are you going?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘Home,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘I want to go home too,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I don’t want to stay here by myself.’


  Yuan Gun Gun jumped off the bed, ran to Hao Yan Che and held onto his arm.

  ‘You can stay here,’ Hao Yan Che said and freed his arm.

  ‘Why?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘You’re too noisy,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘I want to go home with you,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  Yuan Gun Gun hugged Hao Yan Che’s waist like he could only choose to take her home or choose to stay with her.

  ‘If you don’t cry, I’ll take you home,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Yuan Gun Gun didn’t see Hao Yan Che smile when she said she wanted to go home with him, because she was hugging his waist from behind.

  Yuan Gun Gun let go of Hao Yan Che.

  ‘But I don’t want to go outside like this,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘People will misunderstand.’


  ‘Then you can stay here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Hao Yan Che’s good mood was wiped away by Yuan Gun Gun’s words. Why wasn’t she worried people would misunderstand when she wore Na Liu Ting Du’s shirt home?

  Yuan Gun Gun turned around, and quietly got into bed.

  Hao Yan Che left the bedroom, and slammed the door closed.

  Yuan Gun Gun crawled under the bedsheet, because she remembered the horror movies she watched about victims staying in an office building alone. In the horror movies there were no one else except the victim, but the victim could hear the sounds of typing.

  At nine at night in the Hao Mansion’s study room, Jia Tu and Yi Tu’s weak souls were more scared of Hao Yan Che looking at them coldly than if Hao Yan Che gave them a beating.

  ‘Don’t you two know how to knock?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘Young master, we’re sorry,’ Yi Tu said. ‘We searched everywhere outside, we couldn’t find Gun Gun so we came back to your office to search and forgot to knock.’


  ‘If you two have problems using your brains, I don’t mind helping you two wake up your brains,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ***