The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229: 138 Visit to Marquis Residence (Part 1)

The little couple held hands until they reached the doorstep of the house, letting go. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Seeing Xiao Liulang’s drawn-out expression, Gu Jiao leaned close to him and whispered, “If you want to hold hands, I’ll let you next time.”

“No!” Xiao Liulang strolled into the courtyard, appearing totally serious.

Gu Jiao took the candied haws inside.

The grandma’s room was the warmest, and that’s where everyone gathered.

Xiao Liulang headed straight to the study, while Gu Jiao brought in the candied haws.

Upon seeing them, the little monk’s eyes lit up, “Jiaojiao hurry over to warm up by the fire!”

“Ok.” Gu Jiao gave him a less sugary skewer of candied haws, another less sugary one to the grandma, then handed two regular ones to Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun.

Gu Yan wouldn’t eat much, he was just having fun.

As the old lady stared at the candied haw Gu Yan was eating, tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks…

“Where’s my brother-in-law?” asked Gu Yan.

“Your brother-in-law went to the study.” Gu Jiao replied.

The grandma issued a command to the little monk, “Go and call your brother-in-law over here to warm up.”

“No need,” said Gu Jiao, “He’s not cold at all, his palms are sweaty.”

The speaker had no intention, but the listeners had ideas, a statement that caused a ripple of excitement!

His palms were sweaty.

How did you know?

You two were holding hands?

The little monk suddenly found that the candied haws didn’t taste as good anymore!

The little monk jumped down from his chair and decisively grabbed Jiaojiao’s hand!

If the bad brother-in-law can hold hands, so can I!

Gu Yan grabbed Gu Jiao’s other hand.

If the little monk can hold hands, so can I!

Gu Jiao, with a bewildered look on her face: “…”

Even more bewildered was Gu Xiaoshun: “…”

The grandma was delighted, the two clueless guys were finally making progress, her little great-grandchild would be born any day now.

To commemorate this significant progress, Grandma decided to eat one less candied fruit tonight.

She placed the candied fruit she had saved on the bedside table, offering it up.

Happy.

The moonlight was as clear as water.

It flowed quietly onto the bedside table, illuminating the candied fruit, making it glisten and sparkle.

Grandma left.

Grandma came back.