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Chapter 969: Memories (4)

After that, no one dared to flirt with Nan Gushu anymore.

Song Zhishu didn't really care where Nan Gushu was willing to go after she and Nan Gushu parted ways; it was just that during the period when their contract was still in effect, she didn't want to see anyone trying to seduce her possession.

Nan Gushu is really easy to order around, and Song Zhishu doesn't have to bear any responsibility—although she wasn't a responsible person to begin with.

He would help her tidy her desk after class, prepare for class, buy her water when she was thirsty, and buy her all sorts of things to eat when she was hungry.

Most importantly, he is quiet and obedient.

He seemed content to do anything around Song Zhishu, always smiling gently, busy with all her little things, making it hard to tell whether he was sincere or scheming.

However, Song Zhishu didn't care about any of this. She never believed that anyone who could get something out of her would be truly obedient. In her eyes, all interactions were just business deals.

But as time went on, she became spoiled by Nan Gushu's meticulous care.

It's truly unbelievable that a rich girl like her, who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and had everything she wanted since childhood, could still be pampered even more by a teenager.

She didn't even need to say a word; with just a glance or an expression, Nan Gushu could immediately understand and arrange everything perfectly.

Song Zhishu began to think about how to keep Nan Gushu by her side. Nan Gushu himself might not be irreplaceable, but his ability to serve her was irreplaceable.

Having stayed at the Song family for so long, Nan Gushu's face gradually filled out, and he was no longer the same person who looked like he could be killed with a single kick. At that time, he was even more charming and elegant, and when he smiled slightly at Song Zhishu with his eyes curved, he could even make her stunned for a moment.

But she didn't notice that the young man was also well taken care of by her. He could finally change out of those outdated, ill-fitting clothes and wear well-pressed, custom-made clothes. He could eat three meals a day on time, ask questions of others as an equal, and most importantly, he could freely read the books in the Song family's private collection. He could live uprightly and truly like a human being. Finally, after filling his stomach, he could fill the barren soul that had long been filled with hatred and darkness.

However, in wealthy families, there is no genuine affection between different social classes. No matter how handsome he is or how attentive his service is, it cannot conceal the fact that he is merely a tool that Song Zhishu uses with ease, someone who can be discarded at any time.

Even her own father abandoned him, so what reason did she have not to believe that others would abandon him?

Therefore, Nan Gushu thought the same way.

Even though he could sit at the same table with her to eat, attend classes with her in the same classroom, and even intimately take off her coat, he also consciously built brick after brick between them, sealing all possible gaps with cement, refusing to leak anything or listen to anything else.

He is always trying not to be abandoned, but he is also always preparing to be abandoned.

On an evening when no one knew which day it was, at the Song family home, Nan Gushu sat down next to Song Zhishu again, arranging everything for her, and then said softly that everything was ready and she could eat.

This home, which, despite being full of love for Song Zhishu, always seemed busy and empty, actually gave the two of them so many opportunities to dine together.

Song Zhishu stretched lazily, picked up her chopsticks and reached for some food, while Nan Gushu had already looked away, minimizing her presence, and silently drank her porridge.

But the next second, Song Zhishu frowned and asked unhappily, "Why is there onion in the dish?" Nan Gushu was startled and instinctively wanted to speak, but realized this wasn't his responsibility. The butler on the other side hurriedly looked over and immediately lowered his head in alarm, "I'm sorry, Miss, the previous chef had taken leave, and I hired another short-term chef. I told him not to add onions, but he probably forgot..."

Song Zhishu's face turned cold, and she silently placed her chopsticks on the bowl, and silence fell once more.

Nan Gushu could smell the onion odor that he found repulsive with every breath. Perhaps because of this, he felt a little confused and asked softly, "Miss, you don't dislike onions, do you?"

He had already figured her out completely.

"Huh?" Song Zhishu glanced at him sideways, her tone somewhat irritable, "Didn't you hate onions? What does that have to do with me? Don't blame everything on me."

In that instant, Nan Gushu felt as if the ice in his heart had been shattered, and a heart bell that had been silent for countless eons began to tick heavily yet lightly, even causing him to experience a brief period of tinnitus. No one knew what Nan Gushu hated.

No one even knew that he had things he hated.

"...Me? I think so."

His throat was dry, but he could clearly hear his own stiff reply.

So for so long, he had never seen onions on the dinner table, and he had never even paid attention to such things.

That's right, even he has vulnerabilities that can be exploited.

Song Zhishu wrinkled her nose and said, "If I ask them not to add onions, how painful will it be for you to eat? Just thinking about it is troublesome."

The wall between them trembled slightly, and then a crack silently appeared.

The next day, Nan Gushu's eyes were bruised and dark.

After that, Nan Gushu seemed to get a little too big for his britches. He began to subtly interfere with Song Zhishu's decisions. For example, if she wanted to drink cola, he would switch it to another brand, a drink that was much healthier than carbonated beverages. But his attitude was always so good, and basically every time he made a decision on his own, Song Zhishu couldn't find fault with it. The drinks he chose were all delicious, and the things he did were all perfect. In the end, she just let him do as he pleased.

But she remained as spoiled as ever. Most of the time, she indulged Nan Gushu's self-will, but occasionally, when she felt angry, she would slap him across the face without hesitation and say without any politeness, "Who gave you the right to disobey me?"

His face was meticulously cared for by her, making him so handsome that it left people speechless. If he were slapped, a red mark would immediately appear, making him look quite pitiful.

He raised his eyes and smiled as if he had no self-respect, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, and said with a smirk, "It's all my fault for making Miss angry."

Song Zhishu didn't even glance at him, and told him to get lost without any politeness.

He would leave, but five minutes later he would always bring her the dessert she wanted most at that moment.

Song Zhishu calmed down.

In fact, their biggest conflict occurred when they had known each other for eight months.

That day, Song Zhishu was shopping, with only Nan Gushu by her side.

He spoke pleasantly, without any flattery, and always managed to please Song Zhishu without making a sound. She was pleased to hear him speak, so she would take him along, and would basically throw him any nice men's clothing she saw.