“It’s me.” Chu Zheng instantly returned to normal, with a shy and timid smile: “Hello, grandpa.” He could be considered a very polite young boy. The old housekeeper was not convinced, his face serious: “Do you like my young lady?” Chu Zheng blushed, unable to speak under the old man’s all-seeing gaze.
Chen Jing leaned her elbow on the second-floor railing, seeing the two talking, casually called out, and when both looked up, she laughed: “Little junior, why are you standing there? Come up quickly.”
Chu Zheng’s face turned even redder, hesitantly looking at the old housekeeper: “…Grandpa Qin?”
The old housekeeper snorted lightly and opened the door to let him in. “Thank you, Grandpa Qin.” Chu Zheng politely bowed, then smiled and went upstairs.
He was polite, from a good family, with excellent grades – so outstanding it was like a gift from God. Even if the master and madam came personally, they would have no complaints.
The old housekeeper watched Chu Zheng, who was nervous and eager to rush upstairs but maintained a steady pace because of the elder’s presence, and smiled kindly.
Having lived all these years, he understood that a young lady inviting a male classmate to her bedroom at this hour was definitely not for tutoring. It was no big deal if two good kids got together, even if they were dating. After all, Chu Zheng had good grades and might help improve Tang Jia’s.
How wonderful, a win-win situation.
The old housekeeper chuckled and went to sleep.
