Chapter 112: Tan Jiao 15 (3)
Suddenly, it hit me that compared to Zheng Zhiwei, Wu Yu actually was not aware of his flirting. Zheng Zhiwei seemed experienced with women and knew what he was doing.
With that comparison, Zheng Zhiwei suddenly felt inferior. I could not help glance at Wu Yu and found that his gaze was on me. His gaze looked deep, enigmatic, and somewhat cold. This gaze was similar to the one he had yesterday when I was looking at the gardener. It felt cold and even a little unpleasant, but it was well hidden.
I put on a courteous smile and no longer looked at Zheng Zhiwei’s eyes. After making small talk for a brief moment with him, I took a step back and returned to Wu Yu’s side. I wonder if he had noticed that.
“Zhiwei.” Cheng Baozhu’s voice sounded from upstairs. The two looked at each other with smiles. “I’ll be going to talk with Baozhu, auntie.”
The old madam said nothing. Zheng Zhiwei had already dashed upstairs and was holding Zheng Baozhu in his arms. Fixing his gaze on Zheng Baozhu, he seemed like a different man compared to how he was a few seconds ago. He seemed gentle and looked totally focused on Zheng Baozhu, which left me with a good opinion of him.
Wu Yu told Professor Cheng he did not want to be sitting around doing nothing, so he offered to go tidy up the garden and check the electrical and plumbing. Initially, Professor Cheng did not want him to do it, telling him that a guest should not do such things. However, Wu Yu insisted on it and also jokingly said that this was his expertise afterall. And so, Professor Cheng agreed to it.
It was afternoon now. Seeing Wu Yu head out, I quickly followed him. When he noticed me coming along, he took a glance at me but said nothing. After the two of us had gone out of the door and there was no one around, he said, “It’s cold outside. I can do this alone. You should stay inside.”
I knew that his real intention was to check the electrical works in order to exclude any fire hazards. However, it was stifling to sit in that house for any longer, so I insisted. “I want to go as well.”
We stood below a tree in the garden. The cold was going through my shoes, making my feet cold. Wu Yu took a look at me and said, “You can’t help me.”