Beloved Little Treasure

Chapter 22 – 23

Hao Yan Chen sat at the dining table, and he watched the dummy carry food to him.

Yuan Gun Gun felt pressured to not drop anything. It was natural for accidents to follow nervous people. Yuan Gun Gun tripped over her feet, an omelette flew up in the air and landed on Hao Yan Che’s handsome face while she fell onto his chest.

What shocked the servants in the Hao Mansion was their young master didn’t kick the little round ball into space.

In Hao Yan Che’s memories no one could touch him and be unharmed. He didn’t know why he didn’t make Yuan Gun Gun fly out the window.

Yuan Gun Gun was scared of her own hands on Hao Yan Che’s chest.

‘Ah...’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out.

‘Zip your mouth,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun ran to stand behind Mrs Chen. Hao Yan Che didn’t know why he was displeased Yuan Gun Gun acted like she was running away from a monster.

Yuan Gun Gun gripped the back of Mrs Chen’s dress. Her eyes peaked over Mrs Chen’s shoulder. She was scared Hao Yan Che would hit her with a whip.

‘Come here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun acted like she couldn’t hear Hao Yan Che’s voice.

‘Don’t make me tell you a second time,’ Hao Yan Che threatened.

Mrs Chen gave Yuan Gun Gun a nudge in Hao Yan Che’s direction.

Yuan Gun Gun nervously put a bowl and chopsticks in front of Hao Yan Che.

‘Young master, I’m sorry,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Don’t hit me.’

Hao Yan Che looked at the plate of bacon and the steaming hot bowl of noodles Yuan Gun Gun put on the dining table before she dressed his face with an omelette.

‘I... I... accidently touched your chest,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Your chest isn’t soft. I wouldn’t touch a hard chest on purpose.’

‘I want everyone to leave,’ Hao Yan Che ordered.

‘Yes young master,’ the servants said.

Yuan Gun Gun wanted to run away with the servants.

‘You, stay here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun acted like she couldn’t hear.

‘The little round ball with long hair, stay here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun looked at the servant’s slim backs. She was disappointed the little round ball wasn’t someone else.

‘Come here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun turned around, and slowly walked back to the dining table.

Hao Yan Che held Yuan Gun Gun’s waist and he pulled her to sit on his lap.

‘Ah...’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out.

‘Zip it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun immediately closed her mouth.

Hao Yan Che squeezed Yuan Gun Gun’s soft body left to right. He wondered if she was a soft plush toy.

‘It tickles,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che looked at Yuan Gun Gun’s face curiously. He didn’t know why he didn’t hate touching her body.

Yuan Gun Gun wiped drool off her face.

‘Touch me,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘What?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘I said touch me,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘If I touch you, will you kick me like a ball?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Then I don’t want to touch you,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘If you don’t touch me right now, I’ll kick you out the window,’ Hao Yan Che threatened.

Yuan Gun Gun tentatively touched Hao Yan Che’s face. He didn’t hit her. She squeezed his face boldly. She was envious of his smooth firm skin.

Hao Yan Che creased his brows. He couldn’t believe his body allowed Yuan Gun Gun to touch him freely.

Since Hao Yan Che didn’t react, Yuan Gun Gun played with his cheeks. Suddenly he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor.

‘Ah...’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out and rubbed her sore bottom.

‘Go outside and tell another maid to come in here,’ Hao Yan Che ordered.

Yuan Gun Gun walked outside and mumbled curses under her breath, like Hao Yan Che the temperamental monster.

Mrs Chen was waiting outside the dining room for Yuan Gun Gun.

‘Mrs Chen, young master asked for another maid to come into the dining room,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Mrs Chen sent a beautiful maid with a slim waist into the dining room.

Half a minute later, a body was heard crushing into a table followed by a scream of pain.

‘Mrs Chen, call the doctor,’ a servant said.

Mrs Chen pitied the sacrificial maid. Mrs Chen wondered why Yuan Gun Gun could touch Hao Yan Che’s body and remain in one piece.

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Mrs Chen instructed some servants to take the sacrificial maid to see the doctor for bandaging. Afterward Mrs Chen led the rest of the servants back to the dining room.

Yuan Gun Gun would rather die than stand in front of the crowd. She stood hidden behind the crowd.

‘Yuan Gun Gun,’ Hao Yan Che called.

Yuan Gun Gun heard her name. She clutched onto Chen Jia Ting’s body and shivered.

Chen Jia Ting poked Yuan Gun Gun’s waist. Yuan Gun Gun understood, and went to stand in front of the scary Hao Yan Che again.

Hao Yan Che was in a good mood to see the little round ball walked to him like she was going to be executed. But he knocked on the dining table and spoke coldly.

‘Where’s the omelette?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘It flew,’ Yuan Gun Gun said softly. ‘I’m sorry... don’t be angry.’

‘Go cook the same dishes for me,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘If my stomach rejects your food then I’ll order someone to give you good service.’

‘How will they serve me?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘They’ll use a whip to serve you,’ Hao Yan Che said and smiled like the devil.

Yuan Gun Gun didn’t understand why such a cruel beautiful monster existed.

‘What happens if your stomach thinks the food I cook is delicious?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘I’ll forgive your offences,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun smiled at Hao Yan Che, cooking was her forte.

‘One more thing,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘In the future if you walk like you’re crawling when I call you, I’ll chop off your legs. I’ll be doing a good deed, because it’ll help you crawl like the paste you like to walk.’

Mrs Chen who helped raised Hao Yan Chen since he was a baby, thought Hao Yan Chen was being naive if he didn’t hurry up and accept Yuan Gun Gun. She could see clearly, Hao Yan Chen treated Yuan Gun Gun differently compared to how he treated everyone else.

Thirteen minutes later, a proud Yuan Gun Gun brought plates of food she cooked to the dining table. She bravely cut the omelette, used a fork to pick up a piece of omelette and held it in front of Hao Yan Che’s mouth.

‘Have a bite,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘My daddy always say my cooking is delicious.’

Hao Yan Che looked at Yan Gun Gun’s smiling face, and he didn’t know what she was thinking.

Yuan Gun Gun remembered where she was and her smile disappeared. She put the fork back down on the plate, took a step back, lowered her head and wrung her wrists nervously. She wasn’t at home with her family who loved her.

Hao Yan Che picked up the abandoned fork, and put the piece of omelette in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. He noticed Yuan Gun Gun stole glances at him.

‘Not bad,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che began to eat the other dishes Yuan Gun Gun cooked.

Yuan Gun Gun smiled again. She was happy Hao Yan Che didn’t hate her cooking.

Hao Yan Che quickly emptied the plates of food on the dining table into his stomach and used a napkin to wipe his mouth.

‘I want to eat more,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun nodded her head, and ran into the kitchen to cook more dishes for Hao Yan Che.

That day Yuan Gun Gun was immortalized as a legend in the Hao Mansion, because it was the first time Hao Yan Che ate three portions of food in one sitting.

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End of Chapters Twenty-Two to Twenty-Three