The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife Chapter 100.3

Chapter 100.3

After thousands of calculations, he still missed to consider JiaoJiao having a biological younger brother. Wasn't this rank higher than that of Gu Xiaoshun?
A strong sense of crisis couldn’t help but rise in Little Jing Kong's heart!
Xiao Liulang didn’t mind watching the fun. He patted the little monk's little head with a smile and said, "Ah, who is JiaoJiao's favorite younger brother again?"
Little Jing Kong decisively took away the claws of his bad brother-in-law from his head.
He secretly told himself to not panic. So what if he was the biological brother? He came first! Besides, did he not have his own advantages?
First of all, he was small, he was adorable, he was cute!
Just then, Xue Ningxiang came to send some baked sweet potatoes and also noticed the extra beautiful young man at Gu Jiao’s home.
Compared with before, Xue Ningxiang was very calm at this time.
After all, this family was extremely weird. Being a Marquis Estate’s daughter was simply nothing to them. Even if another Empress Dowager popped up, she wouldn’t be surprised anymore.
Gu Yan looked at her and greeted her actively, "You must be Sister Xue next door. I heard my sister mention you. I am Gu Yan, JiaoJiao’s biological younger brother."
His voice was as neat as his temperament, his tone was gentle, and he was beaming from ear to ear, revealing a trace of innocence and brightness unique to early youths.
Xue Ningxiang instantly received a cuteness attack.
Little Jing Kong angrily beat his chest with his little fist: Ah, ah, ah, how can you still be cute when you're already that big, and the effect is even better than mine! Shameless!!!
The dark guards on the roof couldn’t bear to look at it either. Can you get any more shameless? Why don’t you look back at how you were like in the Marquis Estate again?
Little Jing Kong felt stifled and even the dinner didn't smell good.
After taking a bath, Little Jing Kong suddenly thought of one great advantage he had.
He was a monk. Monks could chant Buddhist scriptures!
He was going to chant Buddhist scripture for JiaoJiao!
Master said that he was the best Buddhist monk in the world, and JiaoJiao would definitely like to listen to his chanting!
Little Jing Kong pulled out his little wooden fish[1] from the small box, hung some Buddhist prayer beads on his body, and bravely went to find Gu Jiao carrying the wooden fish!
But as soon as he arrived in the backyard, he heard a gentle and melodious sound of the flute. It sounded so mournful that even Little Jing Kong, who didn't know what melody it was, could feel a faint sadness.
Little Jing Kong covered his mouth.
When the song was finished, tears welled up in Little Jing Kong's eyes.
Wuwu, this was the most beautiful song he had ever heard in the world! It was a hundred times, a thousand times better than the chanting of monks!
In the second round, Little Jing Kong lost again!
But Little Jing Kong still didn’t give up, he still had one last trump card, that was—— he, was, raising, little chicks!
He was the formidable Little Jing Kong that could raise seven baby chicks! He didn’t believe Gu Yan could be better than him in this aspect!
"Young master, your dog is here." Dark Guard B handed the little puppy from the villa to Gu Yan's arms, and then disappeared in a swoosh!
Gu Yan and Gu Jiao played with the little puppy in the backyard.
Little Jing Kong had lived on the mountain all year round. There were no dogs on the mountain, and he only saw a few after coming to Qingquan Village, but they were all ferocious big yellow dogs, unlike this little puppy in front of him, which looked fluffy and cute.
"Woof!"
Little Jing Kong staggered. It even barks adorably!
Gu Jiao threw a small bone into the mini vegetable garden.
The little puppy ran over there, picked up the little bone with its mouth and brought it in front of Gu Jiao.
Little Jing Kong thought that raising chickens was already very hard. He didn't expect Gu Yan to be raising a dog!
How on earth was he able to do such a difficult thing?
Little Jing Kong's logic was: All small things were easy to raise while big ones were difficult. For example, it was easier to raise him, just make sure that he had enough to eat. On the other hand, it wasn’t so easy to take care of his brother-in-law, who had exams to worry about and also needed to practice walking day by day.
"That’s too hard for me..."
In the end, Little Jing Kong could only turn into a defeated little salted fish, lying soulless on the bed of the west room.
By the time Xiao Liulang returned to the west room after tidying up the woodshed, Little Jing Kong had been snoring sprawled on the bed.
Xiao Liulang tucked him in, and kept away his small wooden fish, prayer beads and scriptures one by one. After that, he went to the main room.
Gu Jiao, who had just entered the main room as well, saw him and asked softly, "Is Jing Kong asleep yet?"
Xiao Liulang nodded and also said in a low voice, "Asleep, what about Gu Yan?"
Gu Jiao answered, "Also asleep."
The two of them took a seat and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
They resembled a pair of parents asking, "Is Xiaobao asleep yet?" "Asleep, what about Dabao?" "Dabao is asleep, too."
Then the parents could finally start doing their own thing.
Gu Jiao said to him, "Let’s do your rehabilitation."
A cobblestone path was built in the backyard for his rehabilitation. Even if she knew that his disability was caused by a knot in his heart, she still couldn’t give up making any effort.
Xiao Liulang mocked himself by saying, "Even if I continue to practice, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly again."
Gu Jiao pointed to his legs and said seriously, "At least the muscles won't deteriorate. If one day there is somewhere you want to be, they can support your dreams and take you anywhere."
Xiao Liulang's heart was touched.
But the next second, he laughed at himself again.
Dreams?
He had no dreams.
However, her phrase "if one day there is somewhere you want to be" might sound ordinary, but it seemed to mean something else underneath.
Did she mean a goal he wanted to reach or was she talking about him leaving them?
Xiao Liulang looked at her faintly.
Gu Jiao, however, didn't elaborate any further. She curved the corner of her lips and said, "Let's go."
She took his crutch and helped him to the backyard.
It was already late at night and the whole village had already fallen into a deep sleep.
The moonlight was serene. She supported him by the arm as they walked step by step on the cobblestone path in the backyard.
This path appeared very long but it came to an end rather abruptly. It made people wonder if it would be the same between him and her.
The next day, Xiao Liulang got up early to go to the academy. Today, Little Jing Kong's private school was on holiday, so Gu Jiao sent Xiao Liulang to the oxcart alone.
It was still quite early. It was one of the rare days that Little Jing Kong didn’t have to go to school, and Gu Jiao thought he would wake up late, but he woke up as soon as Xiao Liulang left.
He first went to the backyard to practice a bit of a horse stance, then did a chaotian stirrup for a while, which was, making a vertical split while standing. He also asked Gu Jiao to put a bowl of water on his feet.
The little monk looked serious and adorable in his training.
After he finished his training, Gu Jiao was also done cleaning up the kitchen and was planning to go up the mountain to collect some mushrooms.
It was rare that Gu Yan was still fast asleep, so that the little monk was able to monopolize JiaoJiao. Naturally, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity and offered to go up the mountain with JiaoJiao!
Gu Jiao agreed.
Both of them carried their own back baskets, but as soon as they opened the door, they saw a carriage parked in front of their house.
A kind-looking young man stepped down from the carriage and bowed to Gu Jiao. He said smilingly, "Is this Xiao Liulang's home?"
"Who are you?" Gu Jiao asked.
The young man replied gently, "Are you Lady Xiao? The steward asked me to invite Lady Xiao to the town for a talk."
1. ↑ — a percussion instrument mode of a hollow wooden block, originally used by Buddhist priests to beat rhythm when chanting scriptures.