The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 423 - 423 Don't Say That You'll Ignore Me Or Hate Me Again, Alright?

Chapter 423 - 423 Don't Say That You'll Ignore Me Or Hate Me Again, Alright?

423 Don’t Say That You’ll Ignore Me Or Hate Me Again, Alright?

“Young Master, if you’re unhappy, please vent your anger on this subordinate. Don’t hurt your body by holding in anger.”

Yun Linzhou didn’t say anything. He leaned against the carriage and looked at the night scenery pa.s.sing by outside the window.

The moonlight that was divided shone on his delicate face, making him look even more sinister.

“Cui Yi, do you know why I like Gu Nuo’er?”

“This subordinate doesn’t understand.”

Yun Linzhou’s tone was faint. “It’s because Gu Nuo’er has always been so wonderful, like a sun that never gets tired. A person like me with stains all over my body needs her.”

Rather than saying that he liked her, it was better to say that Yun Linzhou also hoped that one day, after the dust had settled on the matter he had planned, Gu Nuo’er would be able to s.h.i.+ne a ray of suns.h.i.+ne on him.

…

Gu Nuo’er was caught by Ye Siming and brought into his carriage.

The child’s milky-white face was filled with weakness, helplessness, and pity.

She blinked her long eyelashes and looked at the gloomy Ye Siming.

“Elder Brother Siming, that… I didn’t think of sneaking away! I just accidentally fell asleep.”

“You fell asleep in Yun Linzhou’s carriage?” Ye Siming sneered and crossed his arms.

Gu Nuo’er nodded honestly, her big eyes filled with innocence. “That’s how it is!”

“Then you’re really unguarded.”

Gu Nuo’er pouted and turned her head. “Elder Brother Siming is too fierce to me. I’ve decided to ignore you!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pressed into the carriage by Ye Siming.

Perhaps because there was still a trace of rationality left, Ye Siming didn’t forget to hold the back of her head.

To prevent the child from hurting herself.

Gu Nuo’er blinked her watery eyes and looked at Ye Siming with anger.

“Gu Nuo’er.” He chuckled softly. “You calculated that I wouldn’t lose my temper at you, right? You predicted that I would be anxious. You also know that I don’t like it when you say that you would ignore me, right?”

The child was not used to Ye Siming’s oppressive confrontation.

She moved her small body, wanting to move away from his shackles.

However, Ye Siming pressed down very tightly.

Gu Nuo’er struggled and felt aggrieved. “I’m so uncomfortable! Elder Brother Siming, let go of me!”

Ye Siming lowered his head, being only two to three inches away from Gu Nuo’er’s face.

His breath was really cold.

However, his eyes seemed to be burning at this moment with a pressure that was enough to burn people.

Ye Siming pinched Gu Nuo’er’s small face.

He suppressed his rage and said in a low voice, “You can go out to play with him, but you’re not allowed to leave without saying anything. Do you hear me?”1

Gu Nuo’er swung her arms and legs around, but she wasn’t as strong as Ye Siming.

Suddenly, she felt pain in her lower abdomen.

Oh no!

The ice bowl she ate seemed to make her stomach hurt again.

The reaction to the abdominal pain was very fast. Gu Nuo’er’s face immediately turned pale.

The sweat on her forehead wet her black hair and stuck tightly to her cheeks.

Even her lips didn’t look so rosy anymore as she gritted her teeth.

Ye Siming sensed that something was wrong.

He thought that he had hurt Gu Nuo’er.

He quickly let go.

“What’s wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?!”

Gu Nuo’er pointed at her stomach. “My stomach hurts… That ice bowl…”

Ye Siming frowned.

“I told you not to eat anymore.”

He quickly carried the child in his arms and let her lean back against his chest. His slender palm gently stroked her stomach.

He even secretly transferred a trace of magic power to Gu Nuo’er.

After a while, the child indeed felt much better.

However, she was still lying in Ye Siming’s arms, sweating profusely and looking very weak.

Ye Siming couldn’t bear seeing her in this state and gently grabbed Gu Nuo’er’s ear, speaking softly.

His voice also seemed to carry a pleading tone.

“Don’t say that you’ll ignore me or hate me again, alright?”