Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Cheng Xiulu was humiliated to the point that she was at a loss for words, and her face had turned a ghastly pale. Without waiting for Yu Yuehan to instruct her to leave, she hastily slipped away.
She even forgot to take the hair clip on the coffee table.
Nian Xiaomu looked up, and her eyes were filled with delight. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Yu Yuehan was still in the living room, so she did not dare to step out of line.
Thinking carefully, she respectfully said, “Young Master, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave…”
“You, follow me to the study room,” Yu Yuehan coldly interrupted her, then walked past her and went upstairs.
Nian Xiaomu was still in a daze when his regal figure disappeared at the staircase.
The butler at the side quickly reminded her, “Nian Xiaomu, Young Master called for you! Hurry up!”
Nian Xiaomu: “…”
So it wasn’t an illusion and he had really called her?
What if he still did not believe that she had not stolen the hair clip?
Nian Xiaomu’s mind was filled with questions. Pouting her lips, she dragged her feet up the staircase.
When she reached the study room, she found that the door was only ajar and not closed shut.
“Young Master, I am coming in,” she called out before reaching out to push the door open.
Just when she was about to enter the room, she became slightly stunned.
Yu Yuehan was sitting at his work desk. The work desk was made of unprocessed wood, and the wooden scent softened the chilly air about him.
The faint light behind him shone in through the windows and created a halo around him.
His face was slightly tilted, and his skin was more delicate than a woman’s. The shadow cast from his sharp nose made his features even more defined.
Without knowing why, while admiring the scene before her, her mind strangely replayed the words that he had said to Cheng Xiulu earlier. “…accuse my person of stealing. Don’t you think that you owe me an explanation?”
His person…
Nian Xiaomu’s heart skipped a beat.
So this was what it felt like to have someone to depend on.
She knew very well that Yu Yuehan might not have done it to stand up for her; maybe he did not want to be embarrassed because of her.
She also saw clearly that it was only when Cheng Xiulu had brought up Matriarch Yu that he had stepped in.
Her heart, however, just naturally began beating erratically because of his words.
To whoever had said that women’s good looks would bring trouble, she would say that it was the same for men.
There was a demon right in front of her!
“Are you pleased with what you’re looking at?” A frosty voice rang in her ears.
Nian Xiaomu snapped out of her daze only to realize that she had been ogling at his gorgeousness!
Raising her head, she met with his deep and soulful eyes. She could not tell if the question he had asked was a serious one or if he was only teasing her.
Nian Xiaomu cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to hide her guilt.
“Young Master, why did you want to speak with me?”
“I thought you might have something that you would want to explain to me in private.” Yu Yuehan placed his elbows on the work desk, propping his beautiful chin with his interlocked fingers.
He obviously did not do anything, but his whole disposition was compelling and pressurizing.
Nian Xiaomu thought to herself that he really had not believed her and pouted her lips.
“What I said earlier is the truth. I only escorted Madam back to her courtyard. She asked me to put on her hair clip for her, so I helped her to do so…”
Nian Xiaomu had only explained herself a little when she realized that there was something strange about the way he was looking at her.
It was like the eyes of a hawk waiting to pounce on its prey.
Her body trembled a little, and she abruptly stopped talking.
Without time to think about how she had offended him, Nian Xiaomu heard his indifferent voice speak, “When did you discover that the diamond on the hair clip was a fake?”
