My Wife's Ears Are Fuzzy - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The night at the Royal Palace villas was always silent, the moonlight quiet and soft.

Tu Yiyi stood on her second-floor balcony, her eyes fixed on the window of Villa No. 2 across the way. Her hands gripped the railing, body leaning back as if preparing for a leap.

A mortal could not handle that chicken soup!

The spiritual energy in that broth was far too potent. Gu Xiaofeng was human; a mortal body simply couldn’t withstand it! Yiyi didn’t want her favorite “Fang Cao” to end up dead from an internal energy explosion. She had to go check on her.

A breeze swept through the night. Within that soundless wind, Tu Yiyi leaped lightly from her balcony to the one across from her, landing without a sound. With a blur of movement, she transformed into a white shadow and slipped through a half-open window.

The room was dark. By the moonlight, Yiyi identified it as a bedroom. Someone was lying on the bed. She crept closer to the bed of “Fang Cao”—no, Gu Xiaofeng.

The woman was asleep. Under the moon’s glow, her features looked soft and peaceful. Asleep, she had a touch of girlish tenderness, no longer as icy as she had been at dinner. Yiyi stood by the bed, staring at this exquisite face, feeling a strange, indescribable sensation wash over her.

It took a moment for her to remember why she was there.

In the darkness, she extended a finger. A tiny spark of white light flickered at her fingertip as she slowly reached toward the woman’s forehead to check if her mortal body was functioning properly.

Just as her finger was about to touch the space between Gu Xiaofeng’s brows, the woman suddenly jerked awake, eyes snapping open. Startled, Yiyi instantly retracted the light and hid her power.

Their eyes met.

The face of the girl before her merged perfectly with the one from Gu Xiaofeng’s dreams. In the dream, she had stared at her with shock—but it was more than that. Gu Xiaofeng could recall the dream-girl’s expression of betrayal, sorrow, and pain, and the line of blood dripping from a cold blade.

She remembered the agony of being deceived by a loved one. In the dream, she had gripped a sword, eyes burning with fire: “I’ll kill you!”

Gu Xiaofeng quickly realized she was at home, not in that paradise-like dreamscape. She certainly couldn’t kill her. But she was startled nonetheless. “How did you get into my house? What are you doing?”

The “Little White Lotus” gave a solemn bow, her hands performing a specific gesture. Having filmed many period dramas, Gu Xiaofeng recognized it as a formal ancient apology.

“I am deeply sorry for the late-night intrusion! Your window was not closed, so I slipped in. I only came to see if Miss Gu was… alright.”

Gu Xiaofeng glanced at the half-open window. The gap was small. It was easy for a cat or dog, but difficult for a human. How did she get in? If she was telling the truth, her flexibility was terrifying, like a yoga master. And how did she climb to the second floor? Was she a professional thief?

Despite her questions, Gu Xiaofeng remained cold and alert. The girl just stood there smiling cheerfully, looking completely at ease—no sign of wanting to run or attack.

Not knowing how to react, Gu Xiaofeng slowly reached for her phone on the nightstand, just in case she needed to call the police.

Tu Yiyi sensed her intent. “Do you want your phone? I’ll help you.” She actually walked over, picked it up, and handed it to Gu Xiaofeng.

Gu Xiaofeng: “…”

“Do you feel unwell anywhere? If you do, you can tell me.”

“I’m fine,” Gu Xiaofeng said, getting out of bed to keep her distance. “As you can see, nothing happened. Miss Tu, you can go now.”

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed. A warm, soft touch pressed against her brow.

“W-what are you doing?” Gu Xiaofeng panicked. This girl was too fast! Before she could even blink, Yiyi was right in front of her, so close she could feel her breath. If it came to a fight, Gu Xiaofeng knew she was no match.

“Just confirming.” Yiyi retracted her hand and stepped back with a relieved smile. “It seems you really are fine.”

Gu Xiaofeng: “…”

The girl looked genuinely confused now, tilting her head as she scanned Gu Xiaofeng from head to toe. Her brow furrowed. “Strange. You clearly drank my chicken soup.”

Gu Xiaofeng: “…” So it was about the soup. She admitted she had sneaked a bowl while the other was in the restroom. She wasn’t royalty, but she could afford a bowl of soup, no matter how expensive.

“You came here just for a bowl of soup?”

Yiyi nodded.

“You care that much about it?”

Another nod.

“Are you upset because I drank it?”

Yiyi nodded again.

“How much?”

Yiyi: “Huh?”

“How much was the chicken? I’ll pay you. What’s your number? Let’s add each other on WeChat. I’ll transfer the money now, or you can send me your bank details.” Gu Xiaofeng hated owing people, especially money.

Yiyi stared at her for a long time before responding. “I don’t have a phone, or a phone number.”

In this day and age? Gu Xiaofeng gave a cold laugh. “Then you must have an ID card. You’re not going to tell me you don’t have that either, are you?”

Yiyi: “Oh… an ID… I think I have one?”

Gu Xiaofeng paused, looking at her again. Her gaze softened into a look of pity. That dazed, confused look didn’t seem faked. She didn’t even know if she had an ID…

The girl had money, devoted servants, and was incredibly beautiful—but she was clearly a fool.

“I know a brain specialist at Renshan Hospital. Should I introduce you?”

“A doctor? My health is perfect, and my head isn’t hurt. If it comes to running, no one here is faster than me.”

Under the moonlight, the girl’s smile was pure and innocent. That adorable, plump face, full of collagen, looked so soft that Gu Xiaofeng felt a sudden, irresistible urge to pinch it.

A beautiful, lovely fool, she thought.

As if possessed, Gu Xiaofeng actually did it. She reached out and pinched the girl’s cheek. It felt even better than she imagined—silky, soft, and tender.

Because she was “Fang Cao,” Tu Yiyi stood still and cooperatively let her pinch her.

“What is your name?”

“I am Tu Yiyi. ‘Tu’ as in Tushan, and ‘Yiyi’ as in yiyi bushe (reluctant to part).”