The elegant and traditional Gu Family home—when Chenxing returned, a few of Shaocheng's brothers were still lounging in the bedroom. Pouting, she went to find the butler, craving some yogurt or something similar.
The butler squinted his eyes in a teasing smile, trying to amuse her: "How about a glass of sour plum soup instead?"
At the mention of sour plum soup, Chenxing immediately felt her head spin and resolutely shook her head: "No, no, I want yogurt. Just give me a glass of yogurt, please."
"How about having the sour plum soup instead?"
Chenxing scrunched up her little face: "Butler, I'm begging you here!"
"Shaocheng acting crazy is one thing, but why are you, too, suddenly acting crazy? Whether it's a boy or a girl doesn't depend on drinking some sour plum soup! Just hearing about sour plum soup makes my skin crawl. I seriously can't understand how a man with his level of intelligence can be so superstitious—he's driving me insane."
