Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman (1-200)

Chapter 118: Not Bad

When Gu Xiqiao arrived, Luo Wenlang was still sitting on the same bench, still in the same dazed state.

“Why didn’t you go up?”

Hearing her voice, Luo Wenlang turned his head slowly to look at her. They stared at each other for a long while before he finally opened his mouth, “I don’t know what to say to him.”

His eyes were out of focus. After raising his younger brother for so long, to hear that he still had living relatives, he couldn’t muster up any feelings of happiness at all, and felt disappointment instead.

“Then don’t tell him, no one will know.” Gu Xiqiao sighed. Xixi was flying around her, and it was a bit annoying. Slapping it to one side, she continued, “There’s nothing good about the Gu family anyway, Dalin won’t care about these things.”

“Let’s go,” Luo Wenlang said, acting like he hadn’t heard her as he stood up, his head still bowed, “This is his right.”

Though he said that, when they reached the ward, Luo Wenlang didn’t have the courage to go in. He handed the paper that held the result to Gu Xiqiao. “I won’t go in, go ahead and tell him.”

Gu Xiqiao glanced at the expression on his face, and seeing that he really didn’t want to go in, she didn’t press the issue. “Then I’m going in.”

In the ward, Luo Wenlin was working on his oil painting, and Mu Jiatong was in the bed behind him, observing him without blinking. They didn’t even notice Gu Xiqiao coming in, until Xixi flew forward in circles around them, which attracted their attention.

“Sister Gu!” Mu Jiatong greeted her once she saw her, scrambling to jump out of the bed.

Luo Wenlin also stopped painting and turned around. “Sister Gu.”

Gu Xiqiao responded easily, and walked over to look at Luo Wenlin’s painting. His paintings were full of life and spirit, and in this he was very similar to the Gu family, like how she and Gu Xijin were both talented in art. “Not bad.”

“Not as good as yours, Sister Gu.” Luo Wenlin felt pleased and embarrassed to hear her praise.

Gu Xiqiao rubbed his head, wondering how to bring up the matter. After a while, Luo Wenlin turned back to continue his painting, and Gu Xiqiao opened her mouth after some time had passed. “Dalin, I found your family.”

“Oh.” Luo Wenlin’s hand paused, his brush hovering above the canvas. He murmured softly, but there was no other emotion.

His reaction was flat, and Gu Xiqiao felt a bit unexpected. “Do you want to know who they are?”

“Sister Gu.” Luo Wenlin suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed like they could pierce through you, he said very slowly, “I only have one family member, and that is my brother. If there is anyone else, then it would be the people from the orphanage.”

He had grown up in the orphanage, and when he got out he had lived with Luo Wenlang. In his eyes, Luo Wenlang was his only family.

“Un, not knowing is good too,” Gu Xiqiao said, patting his head gently. After giving him a few tips on his painting, she left the room.

Luo Wenlang was leaning against the wall beside the door when she came out, his face in his hands and she couldn’t see his expression.

“You heard Dalin’s words, go on in and don’t worry anymore,” Gu Xiqiao said in a low voice.

“Mm,” Luo Wenlang replied, his voice unusually hoarse and scratchy. He stood outside a while longer before opening the door to head inside, and from the outside, Gu Xiqiao could hear Luo Wenlin’s cheerful exclamation followed by chatter.