Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 240 Family and Country in Dire Straits (10)

Yan Yu, who had spent the entire afternoon pondering who the child in Gu Yao's family was, couldn't even get a proper nap, which was his usual routine.

"Xiao Lian, what time is it?"

The maid standing outside the door turned her head to look at the clock on the wall and whispered, "Young master, it's one o'clock."

Yan Yu felt a headache coming on from lying in bed, shook his head, and got up to wait for Gu Yao.

When Gu Yao arrived at the courtyard gate at the exact moment, he saw Yan Yu sitting in the courtyard sunbathing, engrossed in reading a book.

Hearing the voice, Yan Yu looked up, smiled, put down the book in his hand, and came to greet him, "Why are you so late this afternoon, sir?"

Gu, the corporate slave, says: It's good enough if I'm not late.

Although that's what he thought in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud. He smiled slightly, a hint of embarrassment on his face, "The scenery inside the Yan Mansion is excellent. I've been looking at it for a while. Slow down and appreciate the spring scenery."

Yan Yu's eyes flickered upon hearing this. Looking at the blooming flowers in the garden, a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Flowers confined within high walls, no matter how beautiful, are soulless."

"Sir, you have studied abroad and must have seen many more beautiful sights. I never expected you to be attracted by the scenery of your residence."

Gu Yao's expression remained unchanged as he glanced past the boy in front of him and landed on the dwarf pine tree behind him. "Foreign scenery is ultimately different from that of China."

The handsome young man withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and his expression seemed somewhat forlorn.

Yan Yu turned his head to look, but the young man's gaze had originally been fixed on the dwarf pine tree used for landscaping.

The bonsai trees, which were nothing special in the past, now have a unique charm.

Yan Yu always felt that the person in front of him had too many secrets.

Feeling the boy's scrutinizing gaze fall on him, Gu Yao looked up and smiled, raising the book box in his hand. "Young Master Yan, let's begin the lesson."

Yan Yu: "..."

Death Schedule!

Yan Yu's expression froze as he looked at the book box, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

"Then let's start with this psychology book. Observing people's words and actions and analyzing their inner thoughts will naturally be more useful to you."

After all, they are the ones who will inherit the Yan family business in the future.

Looking at his harmless appearance now, he could become a great leader someday.

Thinking of this, Gu Yao lowered his eyes.

There are still five months before he takes action, so naturally he needs to educate the child well.

Yan Yu was taken aback by what he heard, but then met the young man's calm and gentle gaze.

Looking into my own eyes, it's as if they only have room for me.

Gentle and tender.

The way he looked at himself was as if he were looking at a familiar person.

It's not just familiarity, perhaps it's... infatuation?

Yan Yu found herself unable to bear such a gaze.

Awkwardly averting his eyes, Yan Yu coughed lightly, "Sir, let's start class."

The boy was wearing a red jacket today, the stand-up collar covering his long and slender neck. The taut lines on his neck were like exposing the most vulnerable part of the prey's throat to the predator's eyes.

The red dress with gold trim made her skin look even whiter than snow.

Gu Yao's eyes darkened, and he unconsciously licked his lips.

His fingers rested on the seven-jeweled Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.

My mind is in turmoil.

"Then Young Master Yan must study hard."

Yan Yu snorted lightly, "Of course."

Gu Yao smiled silently.

He really has the mind of a child.

Now they're putting on this innocent act.

Five months... shorter than before.

That's really annoying.

Seeing that Gu Yao had lost in thought again, Yan Yu was somewhat annoyed and waved his hand in front of Gu Yao's eyes, "Mr. Gu?"

Gu Yao snapped out of his reverie, "Then let's start teaching today's content."

Yan Yu noticed that the man was still distracted and felt slightly dissatisfied.

"Sir, do you really not want to teach me?"

Gu Yao asked in confusion, "How could that be?"

"Why do you always look so displeased, sir? It's like... like you don't like me... this student."

Yan Yu frowned, trying hard to find a suitable adjective, but he didn't know how to describe it.

He was like a restless little dog trying to tug at his owner's trouser leg.

Gu Yao put down the book box in his hand, looked around the courtyard, and said, "Young Master Yan, the weather is perfect today, let's hold the class in this courtyard."

As he spoke, Gu Yao sat down on the stool and began taking out the things he needed for class.

He looked up and saw the boy still standing there with an unhappy expression. He said helplessly, "It's not that I don't like you, it's just that teaching is my job. And naturally, I can't like my job."

"That won't happen again. I was a bit too hasty today."

The young man's calm voice was both helpless and gentle, as if it could tolerate all of the boy's bad temper.

Upon hearing the young man's surrender, Yan Yu turned around and sat down at the table, staring intently at Gu Yao as if he had won some victory.

"Then, sir, you must treat me well."

The tone was sticky and ambiguous.

Gu Yao remained noncommittal and didn't say anything more. He simply took out the key points he had compiled and handed them to the boy.

A leather notebook with slightly rough edges.

It seems to bear the weight of endless years and vicissitudes.

The darkened gold foil on it looked as if it had been touched countless times.

Gu Yao smiled and pointed to something for Yan Yu, "These are some notes I made when I was studying abroad. They should be helpful to you."

Yan Yu looked at the notebook on the table, gently opened it, and saw the young man's vigorous and powerful handwriting, which was both forceful and dignified.

She has beautiful handwriting.

It possesses a unique and distinctive character.

Yan Yu slowly and deliberately turned each page of the neat and concise notebook, and Gu Yao let him do so.

He believed his handwriting and this notebook were presentable.

When Yan Yu turned to a page, he suddenly stopped, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

The young man picked up a withered rose with his slender, pale fingers and looked up at the young man drinking tea. "Sir, which young lady gave you this? It's been so many years, and you still keep it. Is it because you still remember her?"

Gu Yao stared blankly at the withered rose for a moment, trying to figure out where it came from.

Seeing the puzzled look on Yan Yu's face, the inexplicable frustration in his heart lessened considerably.

It seems to have been given by someone who isn't very important to me.

Gu Yao looked at the gently swaying red roses, and Xu Qing's face flashed through his mind.

Back in school, Xu Qing had collected a lot of flowers. When she saw that he didn't have a single one on his desk, her eyes showed pity. She carefully selected one flower from the pile in her hand and placed it on his desk. Before he could return it to her, she walked away with the pile of flowers.

"Ah Yao, you're so pitiful, no girl ever gives you flowers, so I'll give you one."

Gu Yao, who had just politely declined a bunch of girls: ...

Class was about to start, and there wasn't enough time to catch up with Xu Qing, so I just slipped it into my notebook.

Later... I forgot about it.

Gu Yao rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

I never expected this thing could betray him like this.

He looked at the boy in front of him with a half-smile, feeling somewhat helpless.

"I just casually slipped this into the book earlier."

Yan Yu hummed in agreement and nodded, then crushed the rose into pieces.

"Since it's not important, then sir, you don't need to."

Gu Yao: ...You didn't even discuss this with me.