Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 12: Is He That Hard to Get Along With?_1

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Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Is He That Hard to Get Along With?_1

At the same time, she advised: "Chenxing, go ahead and bring the bird’s nest porridge down, you must finish it, I will check."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chenxing felt like she had been released. She secretly sighed in relief, unaware that her reaction had been noticed. A smile crept up on Gu Shaocheng’s face. Was he really that difficult to get along with?

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Just who exactly was Gu Shaocheng?

Chenxing sat on the porch, sipping her bird’s nest porridge, her mind full of questions.

There were two bodyguards a hundred meters away, and another two a hundred meters past them.

The place was practically crawling with bodyguards.

It felt so stern and intense.

It gave you the sense that you couldn’t walk around freely.

However, the lotus pond up front was very beautiful. It was summer, the season when the lotus were in bloom. The lotus leaves were lush and the pink lotus blossoms were exceptionally vibrant.

After finishing her porridge, she didn’t know where to place the bowl. So, she asked one of the statue-like bodyguards where the kitchen was. Following his directions, she arrived at the small kitchen and set down the bowl, but didn’t rush to leave.

Feeling guilty about freeloading, she decided to help out in the kitchen as a way of repaying his kindness. After all, the one thing she was good at was cooking.

"Aunt Zhang, I’m pretty good at cooking. Don’t worry, I won’t let you get blamed," Chenxing said cheerily as she tied on an apron. Back when she lived with her aunt, she had been responsible for every meal. Though her culinary skills weren’t up to par with a five-star restaurant chef, she could definitely handle a few home-cooked dishes.

Seeing how proficient Chenxing was at chopping vegetables, Aunt Zhang knew she wasn’t bluffing and agreed to let her help, even mentioning with a grin, "If the master knew that Miss Ye was personally cooking for him, he would be very pleased. In all these years, I’ve never seen a young woman cook for him."

Aunt Zhang figured that since Miss Ye had been directly assigned to the inner courtyard upon her arrival, her background must have been something special.

Chenxing was easygoing and down-to-earth, so Aunt Zhang decided to strike up a conversation with her.

Curious, Chenxing asked, "Does he have a lot of women?"

"The master is very dedicated to his work. The women around him are all subordinates. Miss Yuanyuan is probably the most favored. But let me tell you, Miss Ye, our master doesn’t indulge in such nonsense. Now, our fifth young master on the other hand..."

"Fifth young master? Who’s that?" Chenxing had just arrived in this strange place, she was completely unaware that there were five "young masters". At this revelation, she was filled with curiosity.

Upon mentioning the fifth young master, Aunt Zhang blushed.

He was a charismatic man who won over the hearts of both men and women from the age of eight to eighty. In a certain international fashion magazine survey, he was voted the sexiest man by seventy percent of women. His stunning looks drew the envy and resentment of everyone. Even for her, thinking about the fifth young master sparked a strange excitement in her fifty-year-old heart.

But little did people know that their fifth young master was attracted to men. Or rather, he was the object of attraction for other men. What a waste!

"Aunt Zhang?" Seeing Aunt Zhang lost in thought, alternating between being infatuated and shaking her head disapprovingly, Chenxing’s curiosity was further piqued. "Aunt Zhang, can you tell me about these five young masters?"

Since she had nothing else to do, she thought, why not indulge in a little gossip?

"Cough, cough, look at me."

Aunt Zhang coughed lightly, a bit embarrassed. But when it came to talking about the five young masters, her eyes lit up. Women’s conversations almost always revolved around gossip.