Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman (1-200)

Chapter 107: Is He Looking For You?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Shuxuan carried Gu Xiqiao in his arms as he walked the steps up. He hadn’t been here before, but he could accurately pinpoint her room. Placing her on the bed, he gently pressed his palm on her forehead.

 He removed his hand after a moment, taking a step back. Seeing that some color had started to return to her face, he felt some relief course through him.

 Heading downstairs, the interlinked formations that Gu Xiqiao drew had disappeared the moment she went upstairs. Tang Qinghong had managed to crawl up from the ground, and he was sitting on the stone bench in the yard, looking at the door in a slight daze.

 “Why didn’t you ask for assistance?” Jiang Shuxuan said as he raised his hand, sending the scattered medical materials in the yard back to its original places.

 Tang Qinghong stood up immediately, not daring to look at Jiang Shuxuan’s face. “It was my oversight.”

 Jiang Shuxuan narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Nonsense! Go back and receive your punishment!”

 Glancing up at the second floor, Tang Qinghong pursed his lips, but could only reluctantly reply, “Understood.”

 He stood there for a while, watching as Jiang Shuxuan cleared up the mess in the yard, putting everything back in its place and making sure everything was neat. He smiled bitterly, who would have thought, the member of the Jiang family who was standing at the peak of the world would actually lower himself to perform these trivial tasks?

 A fifteen-year-old boy that had participated in the qualifying competition for the Ranking List and had soared high into the sky. Now, ten years later, he still dominated the top spot, and even the masters of the older generations didn’t dare to compete with him.

 2Letting out another sigh, he thought it was sad to be living in the same generation as these monsters, he didn’t even have the courage to compete against them.

 Tang Qinghong left quietly, and no one except Jiang Shuxuan knew where he had gone.

 Jiang Shuxuan went around the second floor, clearing up the room that Tang Qinghong had been living in, before taking out his phone to make a call. Three hours later, he looked at the redecorated room and felt the distressing feeling that was gripping his heart fade into nothingness.

 Gu Xiqiao slept for two days, and on the third day, she finally opened her eyes to see a person sitting by her window, reading a book.

 The golden rays of the sun shone on him, casting a majestic glow on the elegant figure, his smooth face looking like it had been carved from ice. Although he was sitting casually, it was hard to deny the natural grace and noble vibe that exuded from him.

 Her long lashes fluttered slightly, and Gu Xiqiao pulled herself up, rubbing at her eyes. The figure was still there, and she murmured under her breath, “So it wasn’t a dream.”

 Hearing the shuffling movement, Jiang Shuxuan placed his book down, lifting his head to look at her. This is the first time the two had seen each other clearly after a while, and the body that he had carefully taken care of seemed to have shrunk again. He rubbed his temples helplessly. “Are you hungry?”

 “Oh,” Gu Xiqiao responded without much thought, her brain still processing. “I’ll take a bath first.”

 “Alright, I’ll wait downstairs for you,” Jiang Shuxuan said. He had kept a pot of soup warm downstairs, in case she woke up.