The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764: 354 Huanxi (first update)

An unfamiliar feeling flooded Gu Jiao’s chest, making her feel as if someone had planted a sun within her. Her heart was throbbing, and then aching.

Such strong and complex emotions were new to her. She was unsure of what they meant.

"Such beautiful clothes, who are they for?"

"They are for Sister Jin Yu."

"Why make such beautiful clothes for her? Jiaojiao doesn’t have any."

The dialogue between the little one and the Yao Family came to Gu Jiao’s mind.

She heard it, but she didn’t take it to heart.

Did the little one take it to heart?

Did it hurt him that she didn’t have wedding clothes while others did?

She...

Actually, she never thought about wedding clothes...

She was married already and didn’t need wedding clothes, though she’d never worn any.

In this world, no one would think she needed wedding clothes.

Except for this innocent little one, who wanted to bring the most beautiful things in the world to her, and sold his beloved Xiaojin to buy her a beautiful wedding dress.

Her demands to others were always very small, perhaps because she was deeply disappointed as a child, so she avoided all expectations to prevent disappointment as she grew up.

This was always her principle.

She found that living this way, she felt quite at peace.

But Jin Kong, you, you’ll spoil me this way.

Gu Jiao looked at him, hardly able to speak.

Little Jin Kong thought she was angry. Lowering his head, tugging at his little finger nervously: "Jiaojiao, don’t be angry, I, I will earn money and buy Xiaojin back."

He just wanted to surprise Jiaojiao, so he didn’t ask her for money.

But unexpectedly, she caught him selling Xiaojin.

He felt so miserable.

Even more than losing Xiaojin.

He doesn’t want Jiaojiao to dislike him.

The grey-clothed guard didn’t expect to discover this scene while tailing the little monk. He and the young master had often wondered, why does this little guy need so much silver? Who would have thought he was buying this little girl a wedding dress!

Having tailed the little monk for so long, the grey-clothed guard learned something about him: he was Jin Kong, from a secluded temple in Youzhou. He was adopted about a year ago, and left the temple to live a secular life.

This little girl must be Jin Kong’s current family.

Unexpectedly, the little monk is quite caring.

It’s strange, why would someone give up such a good disciple and let somebody else take care of him? Isn’t he afraid others might mistreat this little guy?

But looking at the little monk, with his fair skin and neat clothes, it’s clear he is very well cared for.

The pain on the grey-clothed guard’s body had finally faded a bit, but the blast had singed his hair quite badly.

Leaning against the wall to stand up, he touched the scorched part of his forehead, then turned to Gu Jiao and asked: "Hey, what kind of hidden weapon did you use just now?"

Gu Jiao glanced at him and said flatly, "None of your business."

The Grey-clothed Guard: "..."

Is this girl repeating his words back to him?

The Grey-clothed Guard: "I didn’t steal or rob anything, and you beat me up for nothing. Don’t you feel sorry at all?"

Gu Jiao retorted, "You’re buying things from a child, lurking around him in a suspicious manner. Didn’t you ever think you deserved it?"

That... does seem reasonable. The grey-clothed guard was left speechless.

Gu Jiao never felt the need to be polite to such people. Their intentions were impure from the moment they approached little Jin Kong.

It’s just that she didn’t want to start a fight in front of him.

Gu Jiao took back the golden abacus: "Aren’t you leaving yet? Waiting for another beating?"

After weighing his options, the grey-clothed guard decided he really couldn’t beat her and left in a huff.

Little Jin Kong was tugging at the corner of his clothes, "Jiaojiao, If you don’t like it, I can..."

His sentence was cut off by a warm hug.

He froze, blinking his big eyes, his eyelashes fluttering: "Jiaojiao?"

"I like it." Gu Jiao held the little one tight in her arms, inhaling the warm scent of him with a hint of milk, "I like it very much, thank you Jin Kong."

Finally, the little heart that Jin Kong had held in suspense fell back into place. His head nestled into Gu Jiao’s neck.

Jiaojiao likes his gift.

That’s great.

Gu Jiao stroked his head and placed the golden abacus in his hand: "Don’t sell it anymore. It’s so nice-looking, I wouldn’t bear to part with it either."