The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

484 What? There Was A Flower Thief?

For the past two days, Gu Yihan had sent people to lock up that group of wild monks.

This made them unable to inform others was equivalent to placing them under house arrest.

Next, they just had to wait for the mastermind to be unable to take it anymore and fall into the trap himself.

Gu Yihan and Gu Nuo’er were very patient with this matter.

There were no classes at the state school on this day, so Gu Nuo’er dragged Ye Siming to accompany her to her small shop.

Jiang Xiaoran also came along.

He entered the shop with his hands behind his back and looked around, praising her.

“The little princess’s shop looks quite good.”

Old Jiang carried a pile of freshly made lanterns and squeezed past him.

“Young Master, make way. Don’t block the way.”

Jiang Xiaoran watched as these new lanterns were immediately sold out to the customers who came to buy pastries after they were placed on the shelves.

These men and women left writings on the lanterns and then put them back on the shelf, waiting for the fated person to continue.

Jiang Xiaoran was puzzled. “Is it really that fun? I’ll give it a try too.”

Gu Nuo’er placed her hands on her hips. “Playboy older brother, remember to pay!”

Jiang Xiaoran took out ten taels and placed them on the counter.

“Do you think I’m short of this bit of money? You can keep the change. Let me choose three at once. Perhaps it’s all fate!”

Gu Nuo’er slammed her small hand on the silver he had paid.

“Elder Sister Chudie, give him the charge. We won’t take extra!”

Then, the child glared at Jiang Xiaoran.

“Playboy older brother, you have to take every fate seriously. You can only choose one lantern!”

Jiang Xiaoran pursed his lips and said indignantly, “It’s not in line with my personality to be so loyal.”

Ye Siming had been silent the entire time. At this moment, he suddenly slammed the table.

He said coldly, “Listen to Gu Nuo’er. You can only choose one.”

Jiang Xiaoran cowered.

Ye Siming was defending the little princess again!

There was no helping it. Under the pressure of power, Jiang Xiaoran had no choice but to restrain his playfulness and only pick a single lantern.

He saw a few neat words written on one of the lanterns.

It wrote—

Floating duckweeds have no reliance.

Jiang Xiaoran laughed.

He raised the brush and wrote four words freely, “Love can save.”

Floating duckweeds have no reliance? It’d be fine to just fall in love.

He placed the lantern back on the shelf confidently.

Gu Nuo’er blinked her watery eyes and asked curiously, “Playboy older brother, you didn’t write anything indecent on the lantern, right?!”

Jiang Xiaoran said solemnly, “Princess! Am I that kind of person?”

Gu Nuo’er nodded honestly.

Her pink cheeks puffed up. “This is a legitimate shop, not a place for you to attract bees and butterflies!”

Jiang Xiaoran snorted. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve replied very seriously this time.”

Gu Nuo’er was skeptical.

At this moment, the voices of the officials patrolling and shouting came from the door—

“Young ladies, after dinner, go out less often. Close the doors and windows tightly when you sleep at night!”

Gu Nuo’er ran to the door curiously and watched as the officials shouted and left together.

“Why can’t they go out at night?”

Ye Siming explained calmly, “I heard from Old Bai that there’s a flower thief1 in the capital who would sneak into the abodes of young ladies at night. A few young ladies had already encountered him.”

Gu Nuo’er was shocked and quickly looked at Jiang Xiaoran.

The latter was originally trying a piece of pastry.

He sensed Gu Nuo’er and Ye Siming’s suspicious gazes.

Jiang Xiaoran immediately shouted, “What are you doing?! It wasn’t me! If I want a lady, I can get a bunch of people to take off their clothes with a wave of my hand! Is there a need to be a flower thief?!”

Gu Nuo’er covered her ears with her small hands and shouted, “Elder Brother Siming, children can’t listen to what he says!”

Ye Siming frowned and clenched his fists at Jiang Xiaoran. “Are you courting death?”