Chapter 280: I’ve Taken a Fancy to Him_1
Yang Ruxin felt as if her overnight meal was about to be vomited out, and Qi Yong, after rubbing his arm, found himself unable to say the words he had intended to speak. He hurriedly turned around and fled towards the courtyard gate of the Gu Family.
Watching the embarrassing plight of the noble young master, Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
Yang Baihe was immediately dumbfounded. She had been crying; wasn’t the other party supposed to comfort her? Then, while at it, caress her little hand, reassured her by saying he didn’t mean it, that he too was pained, after which she’d act a little coy, he’d embrace her slim waist, and wouldn’t everything fall into place? But why had he run away without going through any of these steps? How could he just run? She immediately forgot her prior threats and even stopped crying, hastily wiping her face with her sleeve and chasing after him. However, halfway there, she was blocked by Weng Ji raising his hand.
"Why are you always stopping me?" Yang Baihe was unhappy, "I haven’t finished speaking with Master Qi yet." Maybe because she hadn’t wiped her face clean properly, it felt itchy, so she raised her hand and gave it another rub, and what had been in her nose now stretched out, clinging to her hand. She nonchalantly wiped it on the hem of her garment, and only after seeing her hand was clean did she continue to glare at Weng Ji, "If I ever marry the young master, you will be the first one I send away, now move aside..."
Weng Ji felt a sudden churn in his stomach and exerted a lot of effort to suppress the urge to vomit. He couldn’t understand this woman; she was even more repulsive than the feeling of his first kill, and yet there she was, shamelessly talking about marrying his master. He was at a loss for words and could only let out a cold sneer, "Our young master is beyond your reach."
"Why can’t he be?" Yang Baihe actually laughed, then picked her nose again, glanced at the mucus on her finger, and proceeded to wipe it on the sole of her shoe, "I’ve taken a fancy to him, and as long as he reciprocates, wouldn’t that be fine? What would a servant like you understand?"
Feeling utterly forlorn, Weng Ji rolled his eyes. This girl must be crazy, right? There’s no reasoning with her. All he could do was suppress the urge to murder and bellowed, "Get lost."