The Epic Revenge

Gu Qingzhou got Si Xingpei’s gold bars, plus Gu Guizhang’s two, a total of three.

All of them were changed into cash, and the one given by the governor earlier, Gu Qingzhou had more than 3,000 yuan in cash.

In Yuecheng, one thousand yuan can buy a simple house, and Gu Qingzhou can bring the wet nurse from the countryside to the city.

The remaining more than 2,000 yuan, if prices do not rise and the situation is stable, is enough for Gu Qingzhou and her wet nurse Li Ma to live in tight clothes and food for seven or eight years.

After seven or eight years, she must have regained her grandfather’s property.

Gu Qingzhou was at peace.

With such a large amount of money, Gu Qingzhou has completely gained a firm foothold in the city, and now even if the Gu family drives her away, she can take it easy.

The only thing that makes Gu Qingzhou uncertain is Si Xingpei.

On the same day, she exchanged all the three gold bars for money, and gave the money to Mu Sanniang.

Mu Sanniang and He Mengde were both very committed people. Even if they were poor, they would never dare to pocket the property of Mu Zonghe’s apprentice.

After receiving the money, Mu Sanniang felt hot in her heart: Qingzhou even kept such a large amount of money for me, she trusted me so much!

Mu Sanniang did her best to dig a hole under the bed she was lying in, put all the money in a jar, and hid it carefully without daring to touch it.

After settling his property, Gu Qingzhou returned to Gu’s mansion with exhaustion.

It was still raining when I went back. Gu Qingzhou didn’t call a rickshaw this time, for fear of falling asleep on the rickshaw again, but took the tram directly.

She has never been on a tram.

The tram stopped two streets next to Gu’s mansion. Gu Qingzhou got off the car and walked home with an umbrella.

The drizzle is misty, like a light weaving of melancholy thoughts, and the criss-crossed rain curtain is like the light mist in the late autumn forest, covering the prosperity and making the vision hazy.

Although Gu Qingzhou was holding a dark green tarpaulin umbrella, the drizzle still wet her clothes, and the white fox fur was covered with water droplets, and it was crystal clear.

She was thinking about Si Xingpei.

Thinking of him, I can’t help but feel heavy in my heart, as if I’ve fallen into his cage and can’t break free.

At dusk and evening, the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, their clothes were swaying, and the orange street lights slowly turned on, pulling Gu Qingzhou’s shadow obliquely long and thin.

When she returned to Gu Mansion, it was completely dark, half wet and half haggard.

She has no appetite to eat.

After taking a few bites at random, Gu Qingzhou went upstairs to take a bath, and then read a book under the quilt.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

“Please come in.” Gu Qingzhou’s voice was low, with little strength.

It was Gu Shao who pushed in the door.

Gu Shao held the cakes just made in the kitchen and a cup of hot milk.

“…I think you haven’t eaten enough for dinner.” Gu Shao was holding it on a red lacquered tray, his hands were white and slender, with distinct joints.

In this family, aside from the third concubine’s master and servant, it is Gu Shao who has the most kindness towards Gu Qingzhou.

Any kindness is a kind of consolation to Gu Qingzhou.

“Thank you brother.” Gu Qingzhou said.

Gu Shao put the tray on the table, brought the cake to Gu Qingzhou, and let Gu Qingzhou dig it slowly with a small spoon.

“Qingzhou, not long after you came back, you don’t understand a lot of things at home, so don’t be afraid.” Gu Shaowen was gentle and gentle, “Mother Mu and sisters have no malice towards you.”

They are full of malice.

Gu Shao may not understand. Even if he understood, he would appease Gu Qingzhou.

Gu Qingzhou followed his words and nodded.

“…Nothing to do tomorrow, I’ll take you to dance, okay? Just relax, I don’t think you’re in a good mood these days.” Gu Shao whispered.

When he said this, his expression was a bit embarrassed and flustered, as if the young man had invited his sweetheart, and he was anxiously waiting for a response.

Gu Qingzhou felt warm in his heart.

Gu Shao is her elder brother, but he does not have the shadow of Qin Zhengzheng, nor the temper of Gu Guizhang. In this family, Gu Shao is like a lonely and independent white magnolia.

He is elegant, pure, and very attentive to Gu Qingzhou. This kind of intention makes Gu Qingzhou’s tender heart bright.

The haze brought by Si Xingpei was swept away.

“Okay.” Gu Qingzhou couldn’t bear to touch the young man’s kindness and smiled.

There are many dance halls in Yuecheng. Every big restaurant has a dance hall. Dancing has become a very fashionable thing, and is chased by ladies and ladies.

After breakfast the next day, Gu Shao was ready to go out. He changed into a pure white shirt, a brown suit, a vest with stripes of the same color, a gold pocket watch on the pocket of the vest, and a long blue-gray wind cloak on his outer hood.

He held a “Stick” in his hand, which is a civilized stick, dressed in a French gentleman’s dress, which made him look a little more mature and more handsome.

When he was going downstairs, Gu Hao saw him first and couldn’t help but exclaimed, “Little Kehler of the Gu family is quite pompous!”

Kehler, also a foreign term, refers to a man of the petty bourgeoisie.

“Why are you going?” Qin Zhengzheng frowned and asked, “You don’t have a messy girlfriend outside, do you?”

girlfriend……..

Gu Shao blushed inexplicably.

He was fair-skinned, and his blushing became more and more conspicuous. Qin Zhengzheng was slightly surprised: “You really have a girlfriend? Whose daughter is she?”

Then he asked again, “I can tell you that people with lower rank can only be concubines. Don’t get involved too much with others–what’s your girlfriend’s name?”

In disguise to find out the identity of his girlfriend.

Gu Shao returned to his senses: “It’s not a girlfriend, it’s a male classmate who made an appointment to go to the dance hall. Today is his birthday, and everyone dressed up.”

Qin Zhengzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Zhang also felt bored.

Gu Shao wanted to go out with Gu Qingzhou, but when he was teased by his mother and sister, he was inexplicably flustered and left first.

After arriving at the ballroom, he called Gu Qingzhou again and asked her to come to the ballroom by car.

Gu Qingzhou was puzzled and went anyway.

“I’ll go to the company’s mansion and come back later.” Gu Qingzhou still used this excuse.

They went to a dance hall opened by the British called Folemen. The glazed door was colorful and enchanting.

At the door stood a tall, golden-skinned Indian waiter.

Gu Shao was waiting for her at the door.

His hair was neat and tidy, he had taken off his windy cloak, and he was wearing a tailored suit with obsidian buttons flowing with a warm light, just like his own.

“Brother, you are so handsome today.” Gu Qingzhou sighed.

However, Gu Shao flushed from his cheeks to the base of his ears, smiled for a while, and stretched out his hand, letting Gu Qingzhou’s hand fall on his arm.

“Thank you.” Gu Shao said in a low voice, his heart was so sweet that it was too sweet.

Si Xingpei was discussing some important matters with the logistics minister of the military government today, and happened to be at the Folemen Ballroom.

He was walking on the stairs of the private room on the second floor, habitually looking at Si Xingpei in all directions, and saw a smiling beauty on the first floor.

It’s his little woman – Gu Qingzhou.

She was wearing a white cheongsam embroidered with silver silk roses on the sleeves and a long shawl full of tassel. Her arms like snow lotus were hidden in the tassel, looming and outrageously beautiful.

Like a ghostly leprechaun.

Opposite her, sat a weak little white face.

Si Xingpei’s face suddenly turned cold.

What a little thing, she taught her a lesson a few days ago, she was not allowed to talk to men randomly, and in a blink of an eye, she hooked up with a liar, and didn’t take his words to heart at all.

She was afraid of him, not afraid enough!

Si Xingpei’s thin lips pursed slightly, revealing a bone-eroding chill.