The Silly Shou Transmigrated Into a Book - Chapter 8

Gu Qingbai clearly believed in the absolute supremacy of patriarchal authority. Gu Qiuyi’s act of insubordination had successfully caused him to lose the right to eat at home.

After Gu Qingbai left, Gu Qiuyi turned to Auntie Jiang and said, “I definitely hit the nail on the head. Hah, that old man’s self-esteem is quite high.”

Auntie Jiang: “…” I beg you, please shut up!

Gu Qiuyi then turned his large, innocent eyes toward Auntie Jiang and asked, “Auntie Jiang, you’ll give me a little extra on the side, right?”

Auntie Jiang: “…”

Gu Qiuyi attempted to move her with a pitiful, innocent gaze: “You will, won’t you?”

Auntie Jiang put on the cold face of a seasoned corporate worker and said, “…Your father said not to cook for you anymore.”

It was obvious. How could Auntie Jiang possibly listen to him? After all, Gu Qingbai was the one paying her salary.

Gu Qiuyi’s face instantly changed. “Tsk. Malignant capitalist.” He turned and walked away.

Auntie Jiang: “…” That face changed way too fast.

Late at night, Gu Qiuyi sneaked into the kitchen and made himself a bowl of egg noodles.

As a child of a poor family, he had learned to manage a household early. Aside from his poor grades, he knew how to do a bit of everything.

He first took a photo of the egg noodles and sent it to Chu Yueguang.

By the time he had finished half the bowl, Chu Yueguang’s reply finally arrived: “You made this?”

Gu Qiuyi slurped his soup while tapping out a message—he was so skilled he could practically send messages with one hand and his eyes closed, achieving true multitasking. “I made it. It’s delicious, Brother. If there’s a chance in the future, should I make it for you?”

After chatting for these past few days, Gu Qiuyi was already very familiar with Chu Yueguang’s personal style. He waited patiently for a moment and received a reply: “Mm.”

Gu Qiuyi couldn’t help but grumble in his heart. Does making people wait forever for a response make you happy?

Despite his dissatisfaction, Gu Qiuyi couldn’t show it. He slurped his noodles while tapping away: “I can do so many things. In the future, whatever Brother wants to eat, I can make it for you.”

Chu Yueguang: “There are nannies at home who can cook. No need for you.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Waaaaah, is Brother looking down on me?”

Chu Yueguang replied reservedly: “Your hands are very beautiful.”

Gu Qiuyi froze, not quite understanding his meaning. “Thanks for the compliment. You’re handsome too!!!”

On the other side, Chu Yueguang rested his fist against his lips. He gazed down at the chat screen, knowing Gu Qiuyi hadn’t understood him. He tapped the chat box, typed a few words, then slowly deleted them.

Gu Qiuyi noticed a rare “The other party is typing…” appearing on Chu Yueguang’s side. He blinked, set down his bowl, and took a photo of his hand under the warm kitchen light, sending it over to Chu Yueguang.

Chu Yueguang looked at the sudden photo. After a brief pause, he clicked to enlarge it.

It was a very beautiful hand. Very white, with long fingers and subtle joints. It looked very soft, like a girl’s hand. The dimples on the back of the hand were also distinct, tinted with a faint pink.

Chu Yueguang’s finger gently traced the phone screen. He struggled for a bit, but eventually, a certain emotion took the upper hand, and he quietly clicked “Save.”

Even though there was no one around to see the act, he still shifted his sitting position uncomfortably.

He exited the chat, set the album containing that photo to private, and established a ten-digit password.

Only after doing all this did he feel comfortable enough to exit the album.

Returning to the chat with Gu Qiuyi, he found the other party had already sent dozens of messages. He really types fast.

Chu Yueguang scrolled up and saw that Gu Qiuyi had sent several more photos. Without even enlarging them, Chu Yueguang felt his brain buzzing.

Seeing that Chu Yueguang hadn’t replied after the hand photo, Gu Qiuyi had hurriedly washed his bowl and returned to his room. He took photos of his legs, his neck, and his waist, telling Chu Yueguang: “Not only are my hands beautiful—look, Brother, I’m beautiful everywhere!”

Chu Yueguang instinctively looked around his surroundings, then stood up and returned to his bedroom. Only then did he dare to click and enlarge the photos. After looking, he quietly clicked “Save” again, putting them into the ten-digit password album. Finally, with an indescribable trace of annoyance, he replied: “You aren’t allowed to send these kinds of photos.”

Gu Qiuyi asked: “Why not?”

Chu Yueguang’s reply came faster this time: “Don’t just randomly send these kinds of photos to others, understand?”

Gu Qiuyi said: “But I only send them to you, Brother? I haven’t sent them to anyone else. Only for you to see.”

He immediately followed up: “Since Brother doesn’t like it, I won’t send them anymore. Waaaaah, I’m sorry. I just wanted Brother to praise me more. I didn’t mean anything else. I’m really not that kind of loose person; I’m only like this with you, Brother.”

Chu Yueguang replied: “I know. Don’t send them in the future.”

Gu Qiuyi said obediently: “Okay. I won’t send them anymore. I’m sorry, Brother.”

Chu Yueguang: “Mm.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Are you going to sleep, Brother?”

Chu Yueguang said directly: “Going to sleep.”

“Okay, goodnight Brother. Have sweet dreams!” “I hope Brother dreams of me tonight =3=” He then sent a “Catch! Your little cutie is flying toward you! .jpg” kitty emoji.

Chu Yueguang looked at the emoji, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. He quickly reacted, pursing his lips to suppress the smile.

He set his phone down, but after a long while, he couldn’t resist picking it up again to look closely at the photos Gu Qiuyi had sent.

A slender, white, youthful waist. Because of the angle, even the belly button was in the frame; it looked cute no matter how he looked at it.

And those long, straight legs with a faint pink on the knees—there seemed to be a tiny, cute mole on the outer thigh.

And those overly distinct, refined collarbones…

Chu Yueguang set the phone down, forcing his gaze away from the photos.

But that night, Chu Yueguang clearly couldn’t sleep as soundly as usual. He developed insomnia.

Gu Qiuyi had no idea how much of an impact his random photos had on Chu Yueguang. He slept soundly and sweetly all night, almost waking up late the next morning.

Sigh, I don’t want to go to school.

But if that capitalist Gu Qingbai found out he skipped school, he’d definitely dock that final 3,000 yuan allowance, right? His life as a rich second generation was truly a struggle!

Gu Qiuyi resiliently climbed out of bed. After washing up, he grabbed his bag and headed out, only to find that no breakfast had been prepared for him.

He flipped through the fridge. Good heavens, even the fridge had been emptied. There was nothing. Before, there had at least been milk or juice.

Gu Qiuyi let out a sigh and left the house dejectedly.

On the way, he messaged Chu Yueguang: “Did you have breakfast, Brother?”

Chu Yueguang usually wouldn’t reply to such mindless topics, but this time was a rarity. He actually replied: “I did.”

Gu Qiuyi typed lazily: “Waaaaah, that’s so good. I haven’t had breakfast; my stomach is so hungry.”

Chu Yueguang asked him: “Why didn’t you eat?”

Gu Qiuyi couldn’t help but start complaining about Gu Qingbai: “It’s all because of my dad. I just told the truth and he won’t let me eat. He’s so cold, so heartless!”

Chu Yueguang: “?” Chu Yueguang asked: “What did you say?”

Gu Qiuyi didn’t think there was any problem with what he said, so he told Chu Yueguang candidly: “My dad told me to walk two and a half hours to school every day to exercise. I said he’s the one who should exercise—he’s in his forties, after all. If he exercises more, he can improve his sleep, kidney deficiency, and lack of energy, and revive his man’s prowess. I guess I exposed him, so he got unhappy and told the household not to make food for me anymore.”

Chu Yueguang: “…”

He thought of Gu Qiuyi’s overly slender waist. His finger moved as he asked: “How old are you?”

Gu Qiuyi answered: “I’m 17. Why?”

Chu Yueguang transferred 200,000 yuan to him: “Take this and go eat.”

Gu Qiuyi: “!!!!”

Gu Qiuyi said hypocritically: “Brother, I’m not that kind of person. Don’t do this!”

Chu Yueguang was brook no argument: “Take it. If you don’t take it, don’t call me Brother.”

Gu Qiuyi: “Waaaaah, Brother, did you misunderstand? I didn’t mean to ask for money. I was just complaining to you. Don’t misunderstand; I’m not that kind of person.”

Chu Yueguang: “I know. No misunderstanding.”

Gu Qiuyi stared at the string of zeros, his mouth watering. Several times his finger wanted to tap “Accept,” but he forced himself to resist. It was a painful struggle. “Brother, don’t do this. I’ll be spoiled rotten by you, waaaaah. I just want to be friends with you; talking about money hurts our feelings! Brother, you are defiling our friendship!! I don’t want this!!!”

Chu Yueguang: “…” Chu Yueguang: “Fine, then forget it.”

Gu Qiuyi: !!!! If you had just insisted one more time, I definitely would have taken it!!!!

Gu Qiuyi typed tearfully: “Brother, don’t do this again in the future. I really don’t want to take your money; it makes me feel very uneasy. I’ve received your goodwill, really. Thank you, Brother.”

Chu Yueguang: “Mm.”

Gu Qiuyi looked at the transfer for a full 200,000 yuan, closed his eyes, and felt like a Sa Beining-on-oxygen.jpg (meme of a man gasping for air).

Once, such a huge sum of money was placed before me, yet I insisted on acting pretentious. Now, I have not a single cent.

Gu Qiuyi typed, wanting to get out of sight: “Brother, I’m still in a taxi. I won’t talk to you for now. Let’s chat when I have time.”

With that, he turned off his phone. Until that money expired, he wouldn’t turn it on again. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control the demon in his heart!

Gu Qiuyi dragged his “lost-will-to-live” body to school. Just as he sat down, he saw Jiang Hansa walk in. He waved him over. “Brother Hansa, come here for a sec.”

The moment Jiang Hansa saw him, his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably. He forced a smile of sincere concern. “Is something wrong, Qiuyi?”

Gu Qiuyi said, “I’m so hungry. Can you help me buy some breakfast?”

Jiang Hansa: “…” Jiang Hansa tried to be tactful: “Can’t you go yourself?”

Gu Qiuyi stared at him with wide, innocent eyes and said, “But I’m too lazy to move. Brother Hansa, buy it for me.”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Gu Qiuyi added, “Oh right, Brother Hansa, can you bring me breakfast from now on? Since you already prepare lunch for me, why not breakfast too?”

The veins on Jiang Hansa’s forehead throbbed. He gave a fake smile: “Then do you want to just move into my house? That would be even more convenient.”

Gu Qiuyi cheered in surprise: “Ah? Is that okay?”

Jiang Hansa: “…”

Gu Qiuyi asked shyly, “Are your parents home? Should I buy some gifts? I’d be embarrassed to show up empty-handed.”

Jiang Hansa: “…” You actually HAVE the nerve??

Jiang Hansa: “…I was joking. My house doesn’t have a guest room.”

Gu Qiuyi said, “You can sleep on the floor.”

Jiang Hansa: “??”

Gu Qiuyi peeked at his expression and said hesitantly, “My constitution is poor; I definitely can’t sleep on the floor.”

Jiang Hansa: “…I’ll go buy your breakfast.” He left the classroom in a state of utter defeat.