C15 Fifty Thousand! What a Good Thing!

"Crazy Gu, what kind of brain do you have? Did a donkey kick you in the head?"

"Two choices: either be my woman or be my assistant... though honestly, I prefer the first option."

After a pause, Gu Chi added, "I won't interfere with what you do outside, but don't even think about running away, little one! There's nowhere in this world you can hide."

Fuming, Qiao Mo grabbed a book from the desk, ready to hurl it at Gu Chi's infuriatingly handsome face. She raised her hand several times but gently set the book back down. She had agreed to Gu Chi's terms herself—anything but physical repayment.

"Alright, I'll come back after I finish my business."

"The salary is fifty thousand a month."

"What? Fifty thousand a month!" Qiao Mo's eyes widened. "Fifty thousand! Is there really such a good deal?" Her big eyes locked onto Gu Chi.

"Yes."

With fifty thousand, she could do a lot. After two years of working odd jobs, she didn't even have ten thousand in her account.

Qiao Mo's demeanor changed instantly, her eyes sparkling with a smile. "I'll do it! I'll do it! This job is mine."

After a moment, Qiao Mo asked, "What does 'personal assistant' mean?"

Gu Chi glanced at her lazily, "It means personal."

"How... how personal?" Her pretty eyes widened in surprise.

"What do you think counts as personal?"

"Excluding any intimate gestures or inappropriate contact."

Gu Chi looked at her with a teasing smile. "Whatever you say." His lips curled into an attractive arc as he added, "If there is any downside, it seems I'm the one at a loss."

Qiao Mo rolled her eyes and said, "You better keep your hands to yourself." Then she muttered under her breath, "Oh right, you're gay."

Gu Chi didn't respond, just kept his gaze on Qiao Mo. After a few days of rest, her skin looked fairer, and she was truly beautiful. Her big, sparkling eyes were full of mischief, and when she heard about the salary, they lit up with excitement.

Still a little money-grubber.

With a smile playing on his lips, he said, "Three days. Get everything sorted out, and then call Ziheng. He'll come to pick you up."

The next morning, Qiao Mo returned to the Qiao family home.

As the car stopped at the entrance of Qiao Garden, Qiao Mo said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Zhong. You can head back now."

"Alright, take care."

Qiao Mo watched the car drive away, then entered the villa after punching in the security code. The walls were covered with climbing roses, and the ground was a sea of blooming sunflowers, all planted by her and her grandfather.

Looking at the grand bronze door ahead, tears welled up in her eyes. That door had been a part of the flashbacks she saw before she died in her previous life.

Kaka, her loyal dog, was already by her side, looking up at her with eager eyes. Qiao Mo crouched down and hugged him. "Woof, woof!" he whimpered softly.

"Miss... Miss? Is that you?" A voice filled with surprise reached her ears. It was familiar—it was Ms. Faang.

"Ms. Faang," she softly called, looking at the kind-faced middle-aged woman standing nearby.

"Oh my! Thank goodness, you're back, you're back!" Ms. Faang grasped Qiao Mo's hand, tears streaming down her face.

"The young miss is back! Sir, the young miss is back!" Ms. Faang joyfully ran into the house, her voice echoing loudly.

Qiao Mo stepped up to the front door of the house. Her eyes were red, tears falling freely, because her grandfather stood there, looking at her in disbelief, tears of his own flowing down his cheeks.

"Grandpa!" Qiao Mo ran over, wrapping her arms around her grandfather's frail body, her hot tears spilling onto his shoulder. "I missed you so much."

She was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Mo, my dear Mo, is it really you? You little rascal, why did it take you so long to come back? You worried your grandpa sick." Her grandfather's hands trembled as he cupped her face, his rough fingers gently wiping away her tears.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have stayed away so long." Crystal-clear tears rolled down her face, landing on the back of the old man's thin, bony hand.

"Good to have you back, good to have you back."

Just then, a sharp scream pierced the air, and Qiao Mo looked up.

"Qiao Mo?!"

Qiao Chu stood on the staircase in a white nightgown, resembling a delicate white flower, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She seemed fragile, as if a gust of wind could topple her.

She clung tightly to the railing, trembling, her eyes filled with both fear and disbelief.