The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: 117 Confession (second update)_2

Gu Jiao ignored her headache, opened the first aid kit, and found a bottle of hangover remedy right at the top.

“Huh? How’d you know I was drunk?”

Gu Jiao took the medicine with a sigh, patted the first aid kit: “This is the most thoughtful you’ve been.”

The first aid kit remained silent like a chicken.

Gu Jiao got dressed neatly, her body lethargic from the hangover. She tried to pick up her shoes three times, dropping them twice.

Dong, dong, dong.

There were knocks on the door from outside.

“Who is it?” Gu Jiao asked.

“Do-doggy.”

It’s Doggy’s voice.

Then came Xue Ningxiang’s, “Shh, don’t wake up Miss Jiao.”

Doggy was taken away by Xue Ningxiang.

She must’ve overslept, no one made breakfast, and the old lady wouldn’t eat Xiao Liulang’s terrible cooking, so she called Xue Ningxiang.

After Gu Jiao got dressed, she sat on her bed feeling dizzy before she managed to get up and open the door.

The old lady, Gu Xiaoshun, and Gu Yan were seated upright around the table in the main room, as soon as they heard the door open, they all turned to look at her!

“Granny,” Gu Jiao greeted them, looking at Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun, “Huh? Is the academy closed today? Why didn’t you guys go to school? Where are your brother-in-law and Little Jingspace?”

The two didn’t reply, just stared at her with serious faces.

“Are you… okay?” the old lady asked suspiciously.

“I’m fine, what happened?” Gu Jiao said.

The three exchanged glances.

Gu Xiaoshun whispered, “People who insist they’re not drunk… are often drunk, and people who insist they’re okay…”

Gu Yan replied emotionlessly, “Are often crazy.”

The old lady and Gu Xiaoshun both nodded!

“Nonsense early in the morning.” Gu Jiao gave them a weird look and went to the kitchen to look for food.

Little Jingspace was squatting under the jujube tree, cleaning up the chicken dung, not noticing Gu Jiao passing by behind him.

Gu Jiao entered the kitchen, Xiao Liulang was making sobering soup, cooked with pea sprouts, seasoned with a bit of salt, it’s a traditional hangover remedy.

“Morning.” Gu Jiao greeted.

Xiao Liulang glanced at her without showing any emotions, adding more water into the pot: “You’re awake.”

“Uh-huh.” Gu Jiao rubbed her throbbing temples, suddenly recalling that she had left the dishes half washed last night to stargaze, but could hardly remember the rest.

“I drank too much last night, I didn’t do anything weird, right?” She asked nonchalantly, showing full trust in her drinking behavior.

Xiao Liulang shot her a complicated look.

In the courtyard, after Jingspace finished cleaning up the last bit of chicken dung, he carried the bucket to water the pea sprouts he planted in the small vegetable patch.

As he was watering, he started humming: “I have a little donkey, I never ride. One day, on a whim, I rode it to the market…”

Gu Jiao’s mind jolted, an unsightly memory flashed across her mind —

She standing atop a high bed, Xiao Liulang standing solemnly right in front of her.

A pair of showliſts were tied on her head, a belt in her hand while she drunkenly sang to Xiao Liulang: “….I hold a small whip in my hand, feeling triumphant…somehow, I fell and got covered in mud…Little brother, I fell down, I need a kiss to stand up!”

Sitting like a duck, tilted head, acting all cute and innocent!

Gu Jiao staggered, feeling as if she was shot with a thousand arrows in her chest!

After watering the pea shoots, Little Jingspace started to water the soybean shoots, then the song coming from his mouth changed: “I am Taishan from next door~ Grabbing the vine of love~Listen to me~ar-ar-ar-”

In her mind, she was teasing Xiao Liulang’s chin and singing playfully: “….You are the beautiful Jenny~ Holding my hand to wander around the capital~ar-ar-ar~ Don’t be scared, my Liulang~ar-ar-ar-”

Gu Jiao barely managed to hold onto the stove, she actually knew to change the lyrics while she was that drunk!!!

Gu Jiao felt like she had been shot with two thousand arrows, barely managed to hold onto the stove!

There couldn’t be more, right…?

There’s no more, right…?

Gu Jiao waited nervously for Little Jingspace to continue. After a while, he went silent, no more, finally no more….

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Little Jingspace began to sing again.

He was just getting into the mood earlier because the next song required him to invest deep sorrowful emotions, which was a great challenge for a three-year-old child.