Beloved Little Treasure

Chapter 87

‘If you want to tell your dad, I’ll take you to see him,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che got out of bed, and pulled Yuan Gun Gun up.

‘I… I’m not wearing clothes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘You don’t need to wear clothes,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘This can be your evidence.’

Yuan Gun Gun pushed Hao Yan Che’s hand away, and covered her chest.

‘Young master is a hateful monster,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I hate you. Why do you have to bully me like this? Even if I’m your maid, I have self-respect too. I hate you.’

Although Yuan Gun Gun covered her chest, her ripped underwear barely covered her honeypot. Hao Yan Che thought if someone saw them together in that moment then that person would misunderstand he forced himself on Yuan Gun Gun.

The bedroom door opened, Hao Yan Che immediately hugged his rice ball to shield her body.

‘Yi Tu, get out!’ Hao Yan Che ordered.

Yi Tu closed the door, and prayed for his life.

‘Ah!’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out. ‘It’s all your fault! They saw everything. Hao Yan Che, I hate you!’

Yuan Gun Gun ran to the bathroom.

‘You monster, I hate you!’ Yuan Gun Gun said and slammed the bathroom door close.

Hao Yan Che punched a bedroom wall.

One hour later, Hao Yan Che sat at his desk, held a report in his hand but couldn’t read a single word.

Two hours later, Hao Yan Che held a pen, but he couldn’t write a single word.

Three hours later, Hao Yan Che picked up the bedroom key and walked to the bedroom.

‘Yuan Gun Gun open the door,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun didn’t answer.

‘Yuan Gun Gun, don’t test my patience,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che was worried something happened to Yuan Gun Gun. He unlocked the door and stood in front of the sleeping Yuan Gun Gun. She was huddled on the bed, she sucked a finger in her mouth, she was still crying in her sleep and a bedsheet covered below her waist. He thought she looked like an angel that fell from heaven.

Hao Yan Che laughed at himself. How could he think his rice ball looked like an angel? At the most, Yuan Gun Gun was a rice ball angel. He pictured his rice ball angel attempting to fly and fail because of gravity. It made him smile. If his rice ball angel fell, she would beg him for dessert.

‘Little Chub,’ Hao Yan Che called. He patted Yuan Gun Gun’s forehead. ‘Wake up.’

Hao Yan Che shook Yuan Gun Gun’s shoulders.

‘Little Chub, wake up and go to work,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun mumbled something against the pillow, but she didn’t wake up.

‘Yuan Gun Gun, wake up,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che laid on the bed next to Yuan Gun Gun. It was like she could sense his presence in her sleep. She hugged his waist and moved around to find a comfortable spot on his chest.

Hao Yan Che watched Yuan Gun Gun sleep. He finally understood why Hao Yan Que hated anyone hugging Qiu Li Luo, even their sons.

‘Yuan Gun Gun, my rice ball angel,’ Hao Yan Che whispered. ‘Accept your fate, you’ll always be with me.’

At twenty-eight past six in the evening, Yuan Gun Gun woke up and pushed Hao Yan Che away from her.

‘Stay away!’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun didn’t want to see Hao Yan Che. She turned around, and her back faced him.

Hao Yan Che turned Yuan Gun Gun around, and his brows creased.

‘If you cry, I’ll take you outside right now,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun covered her face, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her.

‘Crying isn’t going to change anything,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘It’s your fault!’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘How am I going to look at everyone in the face?’

Hao Yan Che caressed Yuan Gun Gun’s back.

‘Don’t cry,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘I’ll fire all of them.’