He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 2 - 2 001 Above the Altar_2

Chapter 2: 001: Above the Altar_2 Chapter 2: 001: Above the Altar_2 “This house is really impressive.”

Of course, it’s impressive.

Flower Chamber Hall is the most expensive property in the Imperial Capital, containing only 19 garden villas, each with a garden of three acres. The villa district is located right at the center of the Imperial Capital, with the largest freshwater lake of the empire, Falling Leaf Lake, right behind it—enjoying natural landscapes and the nourishment of Spiritual Spring amidst the bustling city.

You can’t just buy your way in here with money.

Walking through the corridor, they reached the front courtyard, where people were talking in the hexagonal pavilion to the west. The slightly older one was the Gu Family’s household manager, Manager Ming. The two younger ones were the domestic staff for the garden, Xiao Yin and Xiao Xia.

Manager Ming, dressed in the Gu Family’s work uniform—a knee-length skirt, her hair neatly tied in a low bun—was stiff and strict, “The guests are in the hall, why aren’t you attending to them? What are you standing around here for?”

Xiao Yin was a subordinate, a bit meek, “I saw it raining and came over to prepare umbrellas for the guests.”

Manager Ming glared at her face, “Did you put on makeup?”

Xiao Yin immediately lowered her head, “No.”

The Gu Family had specific staff responsible for receiving and attending to guests. Umbrella delivery wasn’t the gardener’s job. Manager Ming didn’t want to hear Xiao Yin’s excuses and commanded directly, “Go wash your face clean.”

“I told you I didn’t.”

Xiao Xia, who enjoyed the spectacle, chimed in, “Eyebrows, lipstick, not a thing missing. And you say you didn’t?”

Manager Ming had already lost her patience, “Go wash it off. If the lady of the house sees you, you will have to pack up and resign tomorrow.”

The Gu Family was a family of distinction—such a large garden villa required people to look after it, hence several domestic staff with gardener certification were employed.

Old Mr. Gu was upright in his entire life, but the two sons of the Gu Family were incompetent and lascivious. It was not uncommon for them to get entangled with the household staff. The lady of the house, at her wit’s end, stipulated that all the domestic female staff working in the Gu Family weren’t allowed to wear makeup.

Manager Ming scolded, “You’re not new to working here, don’t you remember the rules?”

Xiao Yin was silent.

“It’s because Mr. Xie is coming,

nonsense are you talking

talking nonsense or not,

poked at, as her

did Manager Ming understand what the dolled-up young lady was up to, “You’re really daring to think

She was someone with decent

your face. Don’t

of them left the pavilion, one

grew heavier, creating a misty veil. The lanterns hanging from the eaves with the “Gu” character on them swayed gently, and the

scene was so beautiful, it was surreal, like a frame from

“If I lived in

through

originals, right? Even TV dramas wouldn’t dare

elaborate set up of the house—the flying eaves and curling corners, and white walls

suit. He

so Wen Changling

drawn to the man. She observed his pants wet with rain yet still immaculate, his unremarkable but valuable umbrella, and his hand clutching the handle, adorned with a silver plain ring, slender and bony—a pair of hands that might inspire

the rockeries could not fit two open umbrellas. Wen Changling was about to make way when

between white and gold, with even a faint and hardly noticeable hint of pink—a color not easily

someone daring enough to try such a hairstyle might not be very obedient, at least not heeding the advice of their elders. But his appearance was of rare

fell on him, he tilted his head and saw his beautifully streamlined nose bridge and distinct lip edges. His pupils were not purely black but a light amber with a hint of yellow. His features, when observed individually, were clean-cut, but there was an air about him incongruent with his

Changling and Jiahui

of the path, a young voice shouted, “Fourth brother, why are you

and there

its low timbre and unhurried pace suggesting an inherent elegance regardless of the

come from

“From the pawn shop,”