Gu Yang remembered that in the novel, Ruan Chu committed suicide after being provoked by Ruan Yan due to severe depression.
The reason why Ruan Yan did that was because Old Master Ruan gave all the inheritance to Ruan Chu.
Others might not be able to tell, but Gu Yang could. Ruan Chu looked like she was only slightly depressed, but she was actually severely depressed. She was suppressing herself, and she didn't want the old man to worry about her.
This was also why Ruan Chu's depression had reached a level that even medicine could not control after the old master passed away.
Gu Yang sighed softly in her heart.
Since she had transmigrated into a book, she could only take the blame for the original owner of the body. Since Ruan Chu's depression had something to do with her, she would help Ruan Chu.
However, the original owner of the body had a bad relationship with Ruan Chu, so she had to stick to the plot somehow.
Seeing Ruan Chu drinking tea at the coffee table, Gu Yang had an idea. She walked over and sat opposite Ruan Chu. She poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip. She imitated the original Gu Yang's pretentious tone and smiled. "I'm so envious of you. Grandpa personally taught you tea art, but the taste seems to be similar to what I casually brew."
Ruan Chu's grip on the teacup suddenly tightened. She looked coldly at Gu Yang and mocked, "Well, you've always been good at pretending."
She was always a pretentious woman.
At this moment, Old Master Ruan, who had just finished speaking to Gu Jin, also heard Gu Yang and Ruan Chu's conversation. He looked at Gu Yang with even more displeasure.
Afraid that Gu Yang would bully Ruan Chu, he brought Gu Jin to sit on the sofa by the coffee table and snorted coldly at Gu Yang. "What big words! I want to see how good your tea skills are that you can compare to Little Chu with just a casual brew!"
Old Master Ruan was very protective.
Gu Jin lazily looked up as if she was watching a good show.
Gu Yang didn't mind having two more people, but not everyone could watch her tea skills.
"What if my tea skills are better than Cousin's?" Gu Yang blinked.
Old Master Ruan seemed to have heard a joke. "Nonsense! Little Chu has been influenced by me since she was young. Her tea skills are praised by many tea masters. No one in Jin City can compare to Little Chu. How can a little girl like you compare to her?"
Gu Yang's lips twitched. This old man was quite narcissistic.
"What if? Grandpa, you have to give me a reward, right?" Gu Yang blinked, still looking gentle and obedient.
Old Master Ruan snorted. "If your tea skills are really better than Little Chu's, then I'll give you my precious set of zisha clay tea set!"
Gu Yang knew that the tea set the old man was talking about wasn't just an antique, it was also his most precious tea set. She reminded, "Grandpa, why don't you change the bet?"
As a tea lover, she knew very well what this tea set meant to the old master. However, it was precisely because she was also a tea lover that this tea set was very attractive to her.
If it really fell into her hands, she would not return it out of guilt.
"There's no need!" Old Master Ruan loved tea and had been involved in tea art all his life. He was very accomplished in tea art and was very confident in the granddaughter he had personally taught. "However, since this is a bet, if you can't compare to Little Chu, you have to pay the price for your conceit. I don't want anything from you. I just want you to apologize to Little Chu."
Old Master Ruan had been holding back his anger all this time.
"Sure," Gu Yang agreed readily. She looked at Gu Jin and smiled. "Big Sister, do you want to bet with me too? If I lose, I'll play the piano for you every day."