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The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Chapter 411 - 411 Tomorrow, I'll Give You A Big One

411 Tomorrow, I’ll Give You A Big One

Later on, Qiao Xiuli came to deliver some ingredients for making sweet pastries on behalf of the Grace Defender Duke Manor.

The cellar of Gu Nuo’er’s shop was filled to the brim.

Qiao Xiuli sat in the wheelchair and smiled as he looked at his sister. Her small body was running back and forth happily.

The servant, A’Zhong, was very emotional. “The little princess is so precious. It’s so tiring to open a shop. With a single order, countless people will come forward to help. Why does she still want to do these things personally?”

Qiao Xiuli said indifferently, “Nuo’er was taught very well and has always been self-reliant. As long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy too.”

A’Zhong nodded in agreement.

“Young Master, your legs have gotten much better recently. Do you want to tell the little princess?”

However, there was a hint of confusion on Qiao Xiuli’s handsome face.

“No need. I’ll tell Nuo’er when I can completely stand up.”

What if he couldn’t stand up?

He mustn’t let his sister rejoice too soon and end up getting disappointed.

The people from the Ministry of Works came to renovate Gu Nuo’er’s small shop every day.

Prince Xuan’s heir, Yun Linzhou, also came to see Gu Nuo’er with a pot of pink flowers.

“Nuo’er, this is from me. I’m giving it to you.” A hint of shyness flashed across Yun Linzhou’s young and delicate face.

He said carefully, “This is the flower that I’ve… carefully raised for many days. It’s for you.”

Gu Nuo’er was hugging Ye Siming and having him lift her up high.

When she heard this, she quickly ran up to Yun Linzhou.

Her pink face was filled with joy.

Although Yun Linzhou was stupid, he still remembered that she liked to raise flowers and plants.

Gu Nuo’er smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Linzhou.”

Yun Linzhou’s face immediately turned red.

He pointed to a small blade of grass planted next to the flower in the pot.

“Nuo’er, you’re just like this flower and I’m the grass. I’ll always protect your goodness and beauty.”

After saying that, Yun Linzhou emphasized, “We’re good friends, right?”

Gu Nuo’er nodded. “Of course. Do you want to come in and have a seat?”

Yun Linzhou was about to agree when he looked up and saw Ye Siming leaning against the door frame behind Gu Nuo’er, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

The youth’s cold eyes were filled with arrogance.

No one could control that cold and dangerous aura.


Why did Marquis Yongye look like a door god?

Yun Linzhou shook his head. “No, I still have to go home. Otherwise, my father will be worried. I’ll leave first and come to see you another day.”

After saying that, he waved his hand.

He reluctantly left with a group of followers.

Gu Nuo’er happily placed the flower pot under the acacia tree at the door.

She hummed an unknown tune. “Little flower, little flower, quickly grow up. When you grow up, you can be a big flower~”

At some point, Ye Siming had walked behind her.

He looked down at the fragile flower and pursed his lips, letting out a sneer.

“It’s not considered sincere to give such a small one. I’ll give you a big one tomorrow.”

Gu Nuo’er thought that Ye Siming was just joking.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Ye Siming rode a horse with six soldiers from the Bai Manor behind him pulling two carts with an acacia tree dug up from somewhere!

There was still wet soil on the tree root.

Ye Siming sat on the tall horse, his eyebrows raised in joy and youthfulness.

He pursed his lips and smiled handsomely. He held the whip and pointed at the grass that Yun Linzhou had gifted.

“Flowers and grass are too fragile. Wouldn’t it be better if I gave you a tree to shelter you from the wind and rain?”

After saying that, he got off the horse and instructed the soldiers to plant this acacia tree next to the one that already existed.

With this, the two trees at the door would be symmetrical.