Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon
Chapter 73: Is It Just a Simple Thank You?

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Is It Just a Simple Thank You?

Ou Family.

Butler Li handed the document to Ou Jue, "Young Master, these are all the records of Miss Xiyan from childhood to now."

Ou Jue took it, his expression calm as he looked at the material in his hands.

Rather than calling it material, it would be more accurate to call it the tragic tale of Xiyan’s life.

The more he read, the darker Ou Jue’s face became.

An idiot is truly an idiot...

Unable to protect herself since childhood, letting that biological father and her stepmother bully her?

Xia Group...

Ou Jue’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his dark gaze.

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Her fingers twitched, and after a day of unconsciousness, Xiyan slowly opened her eyes, her face full of confusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Wait, I didn’t die?

This is the Ou Family!!

Snapping back to reality, Xiyan struggled to sit up, her thoughts gradually piecing themselves together.

Recalling last night’s storm, her face darkened.

"Oh no, my face!"

She hurriedly leaned toward the vanity table to take a look.

What!!!

Her makeup was still intact! No wonder Ruge’s cosmetics sent from abroad were so waterproof?!

Xiyan couldn’t believe it as she stared at herself in the mirror from every angle.

A sarcastic voice sounded next to her, "Who gave you the courage to be so narcissistic? Aren’t you afraid of cracking the mirrors in our house?"

She turned her head and saw Ou Jue standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

Today, he wore a black high-collared shirt, his figure upright, exuding an air of restrained attraction.

His mouth was, as usual, venomous!

Honestly, Xiyan was almost used to it... She automatically tuned out his snarky remarks.

"Did you save me?"

Ou Jue looked at her with an expression as if staring at an incurable idiot, "Who else? You’re heavy as hell."

"..." Fuck! The veins on Xiyan’s temple throbbed. "Fine, criticize me all you want, but could you not stoop to personal attacks? I weigh just one hundred pounds, barely over, okay? Where on earth am I heavy as hell?"

"If I say you’re heavy, you’re heavy! If you hadn’t decided to wander off into the forest on your own, would you have gotten lost and fallen sick? And you went and fainted too—do you even know how exhausting it was for me to carry you back from the forest yesterday? I was barely alive by the time I got home! Holding you too tight might’ve choked you, holding you too loose might’ve dropped you—you women are so damn troublesome!"

Three black lines slid down Xiyan’s forehead, a strange ripple stirring inside her heart.

Was it really Ou Jue who carried her all the way back yesterday?

Could it have been... a princess carry?

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.

Feeling completely flustered, she shifted her gaze elsewhere and cleared her throat. "I didn’t ask you to carry me..."

Ou Jue’s face darkened, his tone icy as he replied, "Xia Xiyan, did a dog eat your conscience or something."

Who else did she expect to carry her then?

"Well—thank you?"

Ou Jue shoved his hands into his pockets, took a step forward, closed in on Xiyan, and spoke in a low, husky voice, "Is just a thank-you enough? Hmm?"