Jiang Mo was getting impatient after waiting so long for the juicy gossip.
Beside her, Gu Ye was a little nervous, his chopsticks pausing unconsciously. Part of him feared Tan Yangming might spill something, while another part felt a flicker of anticipation.
In short, his emotions were incredibly complicated.
“The girl he likes is from our class,” Tan Yangming finally blurted out after dragging out the suspense.
Jiang Mo had been waiting eagerly, only to hear this single sentence. Deflated, she said, “You’re just teasing me. If you’re not going to say more, you might as well not have said anything at all.”
Tan Yangming took a sip of soup. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you—I only know he had a crush on a girl in our class. I couldn’t pry anything else out of him.”
If he knew more, he would’ve spilled it already.
Gu Ye felt both relieved and a little disappointed. Trying to sound indifferent, he said, “Alright, alright, Tan Yangming, you’re talking way too much today.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll shut up and eat,” Tan Yangming replied, miming zipping his lips.
Jiang Mo mentally ran through the girls from their high school class but couldn’t figure out who Gu Ye might have liked.
In her memory, Gu Ye had been the carefree, untamed type back then—never particularly close to any girl.
“So, who in our class did you actually like in high school?” she pressed.
“No one. He’s just making things up,” Gu Ye deflected, changing the subject. “Chef Li’s dishes today are really on point.”
“I agree. The food at your place is amazing,” Liu Jia chimed in, already refilling his bowl after finishing one serving.
Tan Yangming clicked his tongue. “You’re such a glutton.”
Liu Jia nodded. “Yep, I’m a glutton. Just don’t come asking for seconds later.”
The group chatted and laughed, their appetites hearty. By the time the meal ended, most of the dishes had been cleared.
Jiang Mo gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen, then brewed some oolong tea to help with digestion.
Gu Ye took the two guys downstairs to the entertainment room. Around four in the afternoon, Tan Yangming checked the time and decided it was time to leave.
Before going, he suddenly slapped his thigh. “Jiang Mo, we’re not even friends on socials yet. Let’s add each other—we should hang out again sometime.”
Two minutes after adding him, Jiang Mo checked her phone and groaned. Tan Yangming had already posted an unflattering photo of her singing in the dimly lit karaoke room downstairs.
After the two old classmates left, Jiang Mo went upstairs to organize Gu Ye’s freshly laundered clothes.
Humming as she ironed, she didn’t notice Gu Ye leaning against the doorway, watching her with a faint smile, lost in thought.
“What are you doing standing there?” Jiang Mo frowned, sensing something mischievous in his expression.
Caught off guard, Gu Ye snapped out of his reverie and coughed awkwardly. “Nothing. Just wanted to ask what’s for dinner.”
“You’re asking the wrong person. That’s Aunt Wang or Chef Li’s job,” Jiang Mo said, hanging the pressed clothes in the wardrobe.
“Right. Got it.” Gu Ye nodded, stepping inside and eyeing the nearly full wardrobe. “Maybe we should sort out some clothes to donate or toss.”
“Sure. Just point out what you don’t wear anymore.”
After some effort, they pulled out about thirty pieces from Gu Ye’s room.
“I can list these on a secondhand platform. I’ll give you the money once they sell,” Jiang Mo suggested.
“Keep it. Consider it payment for your trouble,” Gu Ye replied.
Jiang Mo still had the contact of a vintage shop owner from the last time she sold Su Yunjin’s secondhand clothes.
Luxury bags held value, sometimes even appreciating, but clothes were far cheaper. The shop owner had been picky about styles before.
“Hey, I’ve got some men’s clothes this time. Are you interested?” she messaged.
The young shop owner replied quickly, “Men’s clothes are trickier, but I’ll take a look. Bring them over.”
After setting a time, Jiang Mo packed the clothes and carried them downstairs, running into Gu Xuan, who had just returned from school.
The kid greeted her in a hurry before darting to his room—he had urgent business.
He needed to list the items his second brother had given him on a resale platform.
After snapping photos and uploading six listings, he added Gu Ye’s name for extra appeal and waited for buyers.
By dinnertime, Gu Baotian had also returned.
He’d spent the last couple of days at Liu Guochuan’s place, helping draft the preface for Liu’s autobiography.
At the table, Gu Baotian made an announcement. “Listen up, everyone. I’ve decided to write my own memoir.”
“Grandpa, what kind of book?” Gu Ye asked.
“An autobiography,” Gu Baotian declared. “About how I built Gu Corporation from nothing through hard work. It’s time you all learned the family history.”
Su Yunjin was puzzled. Where had this sudden urge come from?
“Dad, are you serious about this?”
“Of course. If I say I’ll do it, I mean it,” Gu Baotian said. He hadn’t considered it before, but after seeing Liu Guochuan start his book—and even Pan Weidong, who had mocked the idea, now drafting his own—he refused to fall behind.
Gu Ye chuckled. These days, everyone from celebrities to entrepreneurs was writing memoirs. His grandfather was just keeping up with the trend.
“Grandpa, I support you.”
Gu Xuan, busy texting potential buyers, chimed in, “Me too, Grandpa!”
“Good, good. You’ll both get the first copies when it’s published,” Gu Baotian beamed, pleased with their encouragement.
Seeing his enthusiasm, Su Yunjin didn’t object.
Little did she know, the person who had inspired this sudden literary ambition was right under their roof.
As for Jiang Mo, hearing about Gu Baotian’s book plans didn’t surprise her at all.
Meanwhile, Gu Xuan’s listings had already drawn inquiries by dinnertime.
One buyer questioned, “Are these really authentic? Can you go lower on the price?”
Gu Xuan scoffed. “Of course it’s real. Do I look like someone who’d sell fakes?”
“Oh please, ‘young master.’ If you’re so rich, why sell secondhand stuff?” the buyer mocked before adding, “Seriously, can you discount it?”
“It’s already dirt cheap,” Gu Xuan shot back. “What, can’t afford 2,000 yuan?”
“No need to be rude. Forget it.” The buyer logged off, leaving Gu Xuan baffled. How was that rude?
Another message popped up. “You’re saying Gu Ye used this? How’d you get it?”
Gu Xuan answered honestly, “He gave it to me.”
“He just gave it to you? Who even are you?”
"I'm his brother," Gu Xuan thought to himself, frustrated at how difficult it was to sell things online.
"Brother? I’ve never heard he has a brother," the other person fired back in rapid succession. "If you're selling something, just sell it. Don’t use Gu Ye’s name to scam people. Do you think we’re stupid?"
Gu Xuan: "I’m not lying..."
Some even left mocking comments under the product listing, sneering that Gu Ye’s popularity must be declining if even his own brother couldn’t sell anything.
Gu Xuan, who had hoped to start a small business, suffered a crushing defeat—not only did he fail to sell anything, but he also got roasted online.
Jiang Mo came over to tutor Gu Xuan and pushed the door open, only to find the boy slumped over his phone, muttering to himself in a visibly sour mood.
"What’s wrong? You don’t seem happy," she asked.
Gu Xuan tossed his phone aside and pouted. "Second Brother’s name isn’t as useful as I thought."
Jiang Mo shrugged. "That’s normal. Not everyone likes your second brother. Plenty of people actually dislike him."
Gu Xuan sat up straight, confused. "Why would anyone dislike Second Brother?"
His rich, hilarious older brother was amazing.
"Because he’s a public figure. Some people love him, others don’t. Even ordinary people can’t be liked by everyone around them," Jiang Mo explained.
True enough—among those who had messaged him or left comments, he could clearly sense that some really didn’t like Second Brother.
"Being a celebrity is hard," Gu Xuan sighed.
Jiang Mo chuckled. "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Gu Xuan: "A little good-for-nothing."
Jiang Mo: "..."
Here she was, tutoring him, and his life goal was to be a freeloader. Then again, he had the privilege to do so. It almost made her feel like the clown in this situation.
"Heh, Sis Mo, don’t tell Mom about this, or she’ll scold me again," Gu Xuan scratched his head, feeling that having two overly accomplished brothers wasn’t all that great.
"Shall we start the tutoring now?" Jiang Mo pulled out the study materials.
Finally, Gu Xuan obediently settled at his desk, dragging his feet as Jiang Mo guided him through his homework.
After an hour of wrangling the fidgeting boy into his chair, Jiang Mo declared the session over.
"Yesss, I’m exhausted," Gu Xuan slid off the chair.
"Go take a bath and get to bed early," Jiang Mo said, closing the door behind her as she headed downstairs.
In the living room, Su Yunjin was cradling a cat while frowning at her phone.
Spotting Jiang Mo, she waved her over.
"Jiang Mo, when you cleaned up Xun’s place last time, did you... notice any women’s belongings? Or maybe see a woman there?"
The question made Jiang Mo instantly alert—was there something going on with Young Master Gu?
She shook her head, unsure why this was suddenly being brought up. "No."
"Oh, I see. Well, tomorrow, come with me to Gu Xun’s place."
Jiang Mo nodded. "Of course, Madam."
Yes! Looks like there’s fresh gossip to dig into tomorrow.
