Back Then, I Adored You

“It was Mr. Gu who asked me to call you Mrs. Gu instead.” The housekeeper smiled and explained to Qin Zhi’ai, “The day before yesterday, when Mr. Gu got up to go to the company, you were still sleeping. I was about to leave the villa, but Mr. Gu asked me not to wake you up and to prepare you something to eat before leaving. When I spoke to Mr. Gu about it, I called you Miss, but Mr. Gu asked me to call you Mrs. Gu from now on.”

In fact, I didn’t need to ask, it must have been Gu Yusheng who asked the housekeeper to call me that. But hearing the housekeeper call her Mrs. Gu, Qin Zhi’ai had still been excited for a while.

When she had first moved into his villa, the housekeeper had called her “Mrs. Gu” at the behest of Old Master Gu, which had happened to be overheard by Gu Yusheng. Completely disregarding her dignity and reputation, Gu Yusheng had scolded the housekeeper directly in front of her and Xiaowang. It wasn’t the housekeeper who had been the most embarrassed that day, but her.

Gu Yusheng, who had been previously very resistant to Liang Doukou, was now asking the housekeeper to call her Mrs. Gu. Does this mean that he has more or less accepted Liang Doukou from the bottom of his heart?

And he had accepted it just because she had disguised herself as Liang Doukou…

The more Qin Zhi’ai thought, the more unstable her mood became. While holding her spoon, her fingertips even began to tremble slightly.

The housekeeper saw Qin Zhi’ai staring blankly at one part of the dining table with no reaction for quite a long time, so she couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Mrs. Gu? What are you thinking now? It’ll get cold if you don’t eat it.”

Qin Zhi’ai’s eyes moved and she gave a gentle simile to the housekeeper. Then she carelessly lifted her spoon back up and began to eat the porridge.

Probably due to the high fever she’d had overnight, Qin Zhi’ai’s appetite wasn’t good. After barely filling her stomach, she lost the desire to continue eating.

The housekeeper was worried after seeing that she had hardly eaten anything. Thus, when she had given her the medicine and was about to serve her, she asked, “Ma’am, do you have a poor appetite? What would you like to eat? I’ll cook it for you this afternoon.”

Looking at Qin Zhi’ai’s water, the housekeeper asked again, “Shall I make you some fish soup? Or porridge? Or—”

“No, thanks.” Qin Zhi’ai put down her cup, softly interrupting the housekeeper. “I just don’t feel well and have no appetite. Just cook whatever for lunch.”

After a pause, Qin Zhi’ai continued, “You didn’t have much rest last night. I’m fine now. You don’t have to worry about me. Go back to your room and take a nap.”

“Well, Ma’am, please call me whenever you need.”

“Okay.” Qin Zhi’ai stood up and gave the housekeeper a smile. As she turned to walk out of the dining room, it occurred to her that she would be leaving the villa the next day. Maybe before I leave, I won’t even have the chance to see Gu Yusheng again. She stopped again and turned to the housekeeper, who was cleaning the table, saying gently, “Oh, by the way, didn’t you say that Gu Yusheng likes to eat the vegetable porridge with lean meat that I cook? I’ll write you the recipe later. You can try to learn how to make it and then cook it for him.

“Besides, didn’t he say the radish I pickled a few days ago was delicious? I’ll write that recipe for you later, too.

“What’s more, to preserve his health, he likes to eat vegetarian food every few days, right? I’ve learned how to cook a few vegetarian dishes, and I’ll also write down those recipes for you. You can cook these dishes for him often.”

The housekeeper replied, “Ma’am, why don’t you cook them for Mr. Gu yourself? He would be very happy.”