Leading Gu Qianqian into her daughter's room, Yu Baihe casually took out a lavender dress from the wardrobe and held it against her, brushing off the idea with a forced smile, "This is nice, wear it tonight!"
In her opinion, Gu Qianqian, a country bumpkin, didn't deserve to wear her daughter's clothes. But her husband had said there would be 'guests' this evening, so this naturally called for a different course of action.
What irritated her further was that this damn girl not only had a sweet, pleasing face but also an impeccable figure.
She had already picked the most unremarkable dress from the wardrobe. But, unexpectedly, just holding it against this girl was enough to make a spectacular impression!
"Thank you..."
Upon hearing her, Yu Baihe responded with a half-hearted smile, "We're family, no need for formalities!"
Family?
Could one who set a trap for her at their first meeting really be called family?
While she held such contempt in her heart, Gu Qianqian's face didn't show it. She merely gave a faint hum, portraying an obedient little girl.
Pleased with her response, Yu Baihe handed her the dress. Then, as if casually, she asked, "Did you meet anyone special earlier?"
Gu Qianqian paused slightly when receiving the dress, recovering quickly. Confused, she looked up and asked, "What do you mean by a special person?"
"Well..."
She initially wanted to check on her accomplishments today, but was unexpectedly gagged by the girl.
Yu Baihe stiffened her face. Her large, vivid eyes darted up and down Gu Qianqian's face, as if trying to figure something out.
However, Gu Qianqian's eyes were clear, like a pure stream. Her untainted look of innocence didn't seem like she was playing any tricks on her.
She chuckled and held back the words she was about to say. Yu Baihe instantly regained her previous gentleness, merely saying, "You can return with the dress now!"
"All right."
The questions she shouldn't ask, she wouldn't. The things she shouldn't say, she didn't.
Moving on from the incident, Gu Qianqian obediently nodded and offered a sweet smile to Yu Baihe, "Then I'll leave first."
"Wait!"
She took one step and was stopped by Yu Baihe, "Take these too. It's a waste for them to be sitting here as QianQian doesn't wear them anymore."
Hearing this, Gu Qianqian's watery eyes stirred, but quickly regained a sense of calmness. She cheerfully responded, "All right."
The old clothes that others didn't want, leftovers they felt were a waste, were handed down to her, a 'beggar'.
She recognized this sort of charity.
But, so what?
She had never owned fabric or a texture like this in the first nineteen years of her life. Even if they were worn by someone else, she didn't care. She wore secondhand clothes numerous times as a child.
Once more wouldn't make a difference...
Accepting them joyfully, she cradled the various lengths of dresses like treasures against her chest. Gu Qianqian purposefully showed her utmost gratitude before 'excitedly' leaving the room.
The room was on the third floor, hers was on the first.
Passing the second floor, she subconsciously glanced in a certain direction.
Previously, Yu Baihe had deliberately given her the wrong room number and just now questioned whether she had met anyone special at the house.
Did she mean that man?
However, as she was pondering, she suddenly felt a chill.
As she turned around, and Gu Qianqian locked eyes with a pair of icy leopard-like eyes, she felt like the whole world had suddenly turned cold…