The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 339: Is the Yue Family’s Young Lady Alright?

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Is the Yue Family’s Young Lady Alright?

"Grandmother!" Yue Ruxue, who was always fond of acting spoiled, felt somewhat indignant. Why shouldn’t she speak? The girl was nothing but a country bumpkin.

"A visitor is a guest!" the old lady said, her tone light.

Although Gu Youyou felt somewhat uneasy because of the Marquess’s strange gaze, she maintained her composure and finished her meal without acting subservient or arrogant. She chose to ignore the ostracism from the other young ladies of the Yue Family.

She was just a visitor, after all, and would slap her bottom and leave in a couple of days.

After dinner, the Marchioness ordered a maid to attend to them and led Jin Zijin and Gu Youyou to the guest room.

"Young Master Jin, Madam, my name is Xiaotao. Please don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything," she said.

Jin Zijin nodded politely and said, "Thank you, girl! We don’t need anything right now; you may go rest."

Gu Youyou started feeling somewhat uneasy about actually staying the night in the Marquis Residence. She tugged at Jin Zijin’s sleeve and asked, "You’re not going to tell me that your so-called home in Lingnan happens to be this place, are you?"

As soon as she spoke, Jin Zijin suddenly remembered the trick he had originally played on Gu Youyou.

He truly had no home, but if he had to name a place that had given him a sense of home over the years, it really was this Marquis Residence of Lingnan.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Of course not, our house hasn’t been lived in for years. I suspect it’s uninhabitable. I’ll go and take a look tomorrow, and if it’s damaged, I’ll find someone to fix it. We will move there after it’s repaired."

He had become capable of lying with a straight face and without a twinge of conscience. A year ago, he couldn’t have imagined lying just to coax a woman.

One lie requires more lies to cover it up; there seemed to be some truth to that saying.

Gu Youyou pondered about having to stay here for a few days, which gave her a headache just thinking about it.

She wasn’t foolish; the young ladies of the Yue Family made no effort to hide their hostile glances toward her, plainly provoking her.

Since when had Gu Youyou fought for a man? Men always flocked to her like birds to a lagoon.

Once she looked up and saw the complicated gaze in Jin Zijin’s eyes again, it really seemed like they thought she, a village girl, truly wasn’t worthy of him—not even to be his maid.

Well, luckily, she wasn’t the village girl Gu Youyou, at least not in her mind.

A village girl lacked confidence, but she had it.

"Zijin, are the young ladies of the Yue Family nice?" she inquired.

Jin Zijin was briefly taken aback before his thoughts shifted, and he understood her implication. He took off his outer garment and said with a light smile, "The last time I saw them they were only a few years old, all little girls. Ajing’s sister; I consider them as my sisters too."

...Damn, so many ’sisters.’

Gu Youyou watched him for a while and, seeing his expression was unchanged, she believed him.

The backyard of the Lingnan Marquis Residence was vast; even with just Gu Youyou and Jin Zijin as the guests, they still occupied an entire separate courtyard. What was even more surprising was the existence of a half-man-made, half-natural warm spring behind the bedroom. Soaking in the warm spring washed away the fatigue of many days’ travel.

When she came out, Jin Zijin was reading under a lamp. It was getting late; Gu Youyou yawned and said, "Their house is really generous, huh? There’s even a hot spring in the guest room."

Jin Zijin put down his book and replied, "There are many hot springs in Lingnan. Large households in the city all have hot springs channeled into their houses."

"Oh...?" Gu Youyou paused her movements for a moment, realizing this place was indeed blessed by heaven.

...

The next day, Gu Youyou slept until the sun was high in the sky. As a guest, she felt slightly embarrassed.

When she awoke, Jin Zijin was already gone. Honestly, he could have at least called her.

The sound of light footsteps came from outside, and before long, she saw Xiaotao, the maid from the day before.