The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 380.1: Comfortably

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S T E L L A R C L O U D

[Azurixa] [Celeste S.] [Christine G.-L.]

O R A N G E S T A R

[Fazzienaz] [K.Rom] [Manon] [Smurfinbatik] [Tori D.] [Ziana K.-P.]

Y E L L O W S T A R

[Chlaudette P.] [Gwyneth T.] [Leticia P.] [Mel Melz] [Pa.s.serby] [Xena]

G O L D S T A R

[Cindy] [Debra W] [Nanas.h.i.+ D. Y.] [Nevy] [Nicole]

R A I N B O W S T A R

[Allie] [Amanda] [Kiiayame] [kuroneko_chan] [Liznel M.] [Peggy F.]

T H E S U N

[Caroline] [Haruka N.] [Hong] [Lily J.] [Malinkat]

[Mich.e.l.le K.] [onepiece] [Reece P.]

Also, many thanks to everyone who bought me coffee (*≧∀≦*)

Ning w.a.n.g was considering whether or not to pay more.

The reason he was contemplating wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to pay extra, but because this young man didn’t follow the usual rules. He felt that continuing the negotiation didn’t hold much significance.

Although he refrained from paying extra based on this consideration, it inevitably would make people suspect that he was being stingy and unwilling to take out more money. Suddenly, the embarra.s.sment he felt from being asked, "Are you going to buy me a house?" just now resurfaced.

This was their first meeting, and the abilities displayed by this young man and the trust between them were not yet worth a house. However, it would always give people the illusion that it was Ning w.a.n.g himself being too stingy to afford that house.

Having lived for over twenty years, this was the first time Ning w.a.n.g experienced feeling unsatisfied when advancing, and feeling frustrated when retreating.

Ning w.a.n.g took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Just then, Gu Jiao raised her small hand in a cold manner, gesturing for him to stop talking, and then wrote on her notebook: ‘Time for consideration is over. Goodbye!’

Ning w.a.n.g was dumbfounded. What did she mean by the time for consideration was over? He only hesitated for a brief moment, and now even the right to make a choice had been terminated?

He had always been the one to stop others, never having been stopped by anyone else.

The impact of that statement was even more dreadful than "Are you going to buy me a house?" or "If I have to listen to him speak more, I have to increase the price!"

Originally, he planned to leave Gu Jiao hanging, to dampen her spirit a bit, so that the next conversation wouldn't be so pa.s.sive. But who could have predicted that she wouldn't even give him a chance to pay extra!

Ning w.a.n.g felt as if a heavy blow had landed on his chest, and a single thought floated through his mind— he should just have agreed to pay more earlier!

Gu Jiao lived up to her words. After finis.h.i.+ng writing that sentence, she put away her notebook and walked away without looking back.

No matter how much Ning w.a.n.g's guards tried to persuade her, she remained determined.

Ning w.a.n.g was unlikely to resort to violence against her. He clenched his fists, suppressing the slight trembling of his body, and finally asked her, "When will Young Hero Heaven visit again?"

Gu Jiao didn’t respond; she had already gone out.

Ning w.a.n.g leaned back on the chair and breathed heavily. He wasn’t feeling too angry. After all, he understood that young martial artists tend to be somewhat arrogant. He wasn’t as narrow-minded as the Crown Prince, who felt offended whenever someone disrespected him a bit.

He had always been very accommodating towards these talented strategists or martial artists.

But today...

Ning w.a.n.g really wanted to convince himself that he wasn't angry, but his heart felt like it had been stabbed multiple times!

How could there be such a bizarre person!

He didn't reveal his ident.i.ty, so it wasn’t surprising that the other party was so bold. But what was strange was the suffocating methods used... It was truly unheard of!

"Get me a drink!" Ning w.a.n.g said.

The guards quickly brought him some tea. Ning w.a.n.g drank half a pot in one breath, finally dispelling some of the frustration in his heart. He said to the guard, "Go and find out who introduced this Heaven Dominator into the underground arena."

The underground arena was well-hidden, and ordinary people had no way of finding it. Generally, people relied on acquaintances or those a.s.sociated with the arena to dig out information.

It wasn't difficult to inquire about it. The guard quickly returned with a report, "Reporting to master, it was a person called Old He, a manager."

The term "manager" sounded respectable, but in reality, they were the ones hired by the underground arena to recruit people. They usually frequented various martial arts schools in the capital, searching for talented individuals with strong martial arts skills, and then brought them to the underground arena.

For each person they brought, they would receive a share of the winnings from the arena matches in the future.

Ning w.a.n.g handed a bag of silver to the guard, "Go and inform him that the next time Heaven Dominator comes, he should come to the mansion and inform me."

"Yes." The guard answered.

The mansion Ning w.a.n.g referred to was not his prince's residence but another estate. Ning w.a.n.g wouldn't easily reveal his true ident.i.ty.

As the guard went to find Old He, he couldn't help but think that this Heaven Dominator was indeed a th.o.r.n.y character. Having followed the master for so long, he had never seen anyone give his master such a hard time.

Ning w.a.n.g was the most outstanding and composed among the many imperial princes, possessing both intelligence and bravery. He was highly talented and served as an example to other princes. His performance today was indeed unexpected.

He needed to ponder on it and strive not to be so pa.s.sive next time.

Gu Jiao got out of the Narcissus Embroidery House and hired a carriage to go to the Imperial Academy.

The timing was just right, as Little Jing Kong had finished school and came running out with sweat on his forehead.

The students at the imperial academy had figured out his patterns. He was usually colder than their teacher, but once he regressed to the intellect of a three-year-old child, it meant his sister had arrived.

Gu Jiao was standing under a large tree by the roadside, contemplating how she should charge Ning w.a.n.g the next time he came to see her.

Given that the Zhuang Family was wealthy, and Ning w.a.n.g was the grandson of Grand Preceptor Zhuang, he shouldn't be short of money.

This was a pot of golden chives that needed to be properly harvested.

"JiaoJiao!"

Little Jing Kong rushed towards Gu Jiao and hugged her thigh.

Gu Jiao quickly gathered her thoughts and looked at the little dumpling hanging from her leg. She picked him up and, seeing his sweaty appearance, asked, "Did you partic.i.p.ate in a race again today? You're sweating so much."

"Today, we learned cuju!" Little Jing Kong said adorably.

The cuju of the State of Zhao, Gu Jiao had seen it played in the gra.s.sy field of Qinghe Academy. It was similar to football in her previous life, where the objective was to kick the ball into the goal. The difference was that football's goal was called a goal, was much larger, and there were two of them in the pitch. cuju's goal, on the other hand, was called a "Fengliu Hole," was much smaller, with only one, and it was up in the sky, without a net.

In short, cuju was a popular sport in the six states at the moment.

Gu Jiao took out a handkerchief.

Little Jing Kong obediently leaned his little head over.

"How did you do? Can you kick well?" Gu Jiao asked while wiping his sweat.

Little Jing Kong nodded vigorously, "Yes, I can! I'm really good at it! I'm just a little bit away from kicking it into the fengliu hole!"

...Little Jing Kong's "little bit" was half of a cuju field.

To be fair, it wasn't Little Jing Kong's fault. He was just too young, with short arms and legs. When he kicked, the cuju ball didn't reach the goal; he fell down first.

Moreover, the fengliu hole at the academy was set at a height suitable for most children aged six to eight. Although Little Jing Kong was already four, he looked like a three-and-a-half-year-old, so he was at a disadvantage.

He hardly touched the cuju ball afterward because no one wanted to pa.s.s it to him!

The little guy was quite frustrated!

Gu Jiao curved her lips, "Did you really play well?"

Little Jing Kong's eyes widened like that of the bull, "Re-really! I've been playing the whole time!"

"Jing Kong, do you want to come to my house and play cuju?"

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