No.
She didn’t feel aggrieved, not in the slightest, nor did she have any inclination to cry.
On the contrary, it was only a series of shivers that rattled her body—trembles of cold laughter that seed to perate from her bones, desperate to burst forth.
For what reason?
It all boiled down to a single word: money.
The other party thought her shabby, considered her poor and powerless, and thus unworthy of their Xiao Family’s grand doors. She shouldn’t reminisce about how things once were—no, once soone cos into money, their very nature changes. They believe themselves no longer of that world and cannot allow anyone from that world to enter, lest they be constantly reminded of their past self.
She understood the thoughts of the old crocodile and Madam Xiao.
How could she not?
People like Aunt Qiu, weren’t they the sa? Gu Nuan had watched her since childhood and knew all too well what was going on.
These grudges and gratitude amongst people were all there was to it.
Besides, she had already experienced agony that cut to the bone.
That pain, when soone, by virtue of their wealth and power, cruelly took away those she held dearest.
Perhaps the old crocodile himself had never tasted such bitterness.
Downstairs, the few people huddled together, truly worried. Zhong Qiaohui, pushed forward by so n since she’d be easier to talk with being a woman, stood at the door of Gu Nuan’s room, knocked, and called with a clear voice, "Gu Nuan, it’s . May I co in?"
At that mont, they had all forgotten that Gu Nuan was deaf and couldn’t hear.
But from inside, soon enough, ca two words:
"Co in."
Her voice sounded utterly calm, as if nothing had happened.
Zhong Qiaohui and the others exchanged glances, feeling awkward, unsure of how to face her or what to say.
Zhan Dapeng and his cohort knew only that Gu Nuan was different from ordinary people, truly different.
With courage mustered, Zhong Qiaohui pushed the door open.
Peeking inside, she saw Gu Nuan standing by the window.
Dressed as usual in understated, elegant light-colored clothing, a simple wool cardigan accentuated her slim and delicate figure.
Turning her head, Gu Nuan’s eyes t theirs. In the sunlight streaming through the window, her light brown eyes appeared hazy, imparting a misty, cold elegance that was utterly elusive.
Zhong Qiaohui nervously swallowed.
Gu Nuan said, "If your family insists and wants to leave, I can oblige."
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been behind Zhong Qiaohui, hurriedly wheeled forward, telling her, "As long as you’re here, no one will dare drive you away. I am the master here; my word is final."
The others nodded in agreent with Zhang Sanfeng’s words, unlike the old crocodile who wouldn’t be reasonable.
However, Gu Nuan responded to their stance with just a faint smile, like it was to be expected, yet also as if it was unlikely to co to any good, saying, "No worries, I will find another place to live."
After saying this, she walked past the group, brushing by them.
At this, Zhong Qiaohui grew anxious, rushed over, and grabbed Gu Nuan’s arm, "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere in particular," Gu Nuan replied, as if she found the question odd, "I’m just heading to the kitchen. Qingqing will be waking up soon and will need sothing to eat."
Zhong Qiaohui was stunned on the spot, and the rest were baffled.
Once she let go of Gu Nuan’s hand, Gu Nuan addressed the group saying, "It’s best if you don’t interfere in my affairs; otherwise, it will only beco more troubleso."
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