The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1310

Chapter 1310: 638 Parting is Sweeter than a New Marriage (First Update)

Xiao Hen was as if struck by lightning, frozen in place, and it took a good while before he violently realized the situation at hand.

He looked down at his own florid Academy attire and took off running!

Gu Jiao extended a light hand and, whoosh, grabbed the hem of his clothes, dragging him into the room, slamming the door shut, pinning him against it, and with her other hand, pushed a bolt into place behind his back!

All movements were fluid, executed in one go.

Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Hen, and Xiao Hen held his breath.

Was her action too cool, or was her gaze too lethal? Xiao Hen’s brain had gone blank for a moment.

Everything happened so suddenly, Xiao Hen simply couldn’t understand how she stayed behind, for she had said her goodbyes, and he had heard her leaving.

The truth turned out to be that it was the famous actor he had invited from the Opera House who had left.

Gu Jiao gave Xiao Hen a cold look, her fingertip sweeping across his handsome face, her eyes narrowing dangerously, "Husband, this look of yours really does tug at one’s heartstrings, from now on, should I call you Lord Xiao, or should I call you Beauty Xiao?"

Xiao Hen choked and his face flushed, looking at her with indignation, "You’re still mad? Who drugged me and left me behind in the first place? I haven’t settled this account with you yet!"

Gu Jiao’s eyes shifted, "Oh."

She had forgotten about that.

Gu Jiao let go of his hem and began to straighten the clothes she had crumpled, instantly softening her gaze.

There it was again.

This girl would always act obedient when she was losing an argument.

He couldn’t forgive her so quickly; otherwise, she wouldn’t learn her lesson, and if something like this happened again, she would still abandon him!

Xiao Hen removed her hand and coldly sat down at the table.

Gu Jiao blinked and sat down next to him.

Gu Jiao reached for the teapot to pour him some tea.

"Hot!" He hurriedly blocked Gu Jiao’s hand, grabbed a thick cloth from the table, and took the teapot off the stove.

After doing so, he realized he shouldn’t have, as if he had already forgiven her, his expression turned cold again.

Apart from settling the score with Gu Jiao, another reason was to divert her attention, so she wouldn’t notice his cross-dressing.

Gu Jiao, with hands propped under her chin, looked at him, "Husband, so the top beauty from the Academy is you."

That made sense; no wonder even Su Xue was jealous, her husband was the most beautiful, no objections!

Xiao Hen choked.

Fortunately, it was getting dark, and without the lights lit in the room, his flushed face could hardly be seen.

"Isn’t it all because of you?" he said seriously.

"Oh," Gu Jiao curled her lips, watching him without blinking.

Xiao Hen, "I’m talking serious business here!"

Gu Jiao, "Mm."

She kept her gaze fixed on him.

Xiao Hen felt so stared at he wished he could cover her eyes with his hand.

Gu Jiao with a slight smile said, "Husband, you have a certain charm dressed like this."

Could this girl stop talking about it already!

If she hadn’t taken his enrollment documents, he wouldn’t have needed to take hers!

"How did you see through her earlier?" Xiao Hen desperately tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Oh, that," Gu Jiao said, "she told me herself."

Xiao Hen was slightly startled, then saw Gu Jiao’s eyes flick toward a note on the table.

There were two kinds of handwriting on notes on the table, one obviously written with a non-dominant hand, all askew, and the other smooth with graceful characters.

Gu Jiao continued, "When I was about to leave, I dropped a dagger in front of her, and she caught it with her right hand."

The dagger was deliberately dropped, just to test whether her right hand was truly injured or not.

Xiao Hen frowned, "Did you doubt her story from the beginning?"

Not really; Xiao Hen’s design was flawless with no apparent gaps, but Gu Jiao had her own standards of verification and logic, unaffected by objective facts.

Even if she already believed the truth, she must verify it herself, this was what her foster father had told her.

Gu Jiao pointed at the dummy made of pillows on the bed, "But, why did you put a fake made from pillows there?"

Xiao Hen raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Just, for a lark."

Gu Jiao, "..."

Finally, from Xiao Hen, Gu Jiao received the full story. It turns out she also had an enrollment form, and she grew more and more curious about that white-bearded monk, truly a considerate and kind-hearted religious person.