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Eh?
He didnât drop me off at the police station?
The boy climbed off the bed and exited the room.
It was a commodious suite, which had a bedroom, a living room, a study, and a massive bathroom.
He was amazed to find a large bathtub in the bathroom when he went in there.
âWow! Itâs so spacious!â he exclaimed, rather exaggeratedly.
Upon hearing his voice, the white pup, which had been resting in the living room, quickly padded its way over and circled the boy excitedly with its tongue lulling.
âArf! Arf!â Its barks sounded crystal clear.
Baby Chu picked it up and rubbed its small head, only to realize that someone had given the puppy a bath. Its dirty fur had become beautiful and snowy-white, and it even smelled refreshing.
âYou smell so good, Xiaobai! Who bathed you?â
The pooch, whose tongue was sticking out as it panted, naturally could not answer him.
Its barks, however, had alerted the maid, who was standing at attention outside the suite.
A knock was soon heard, quickly followed by the opening of the door, which revealed a maid in a cheongsam, who asked smilingly, âAre you awake, boy?â
The startled boy regarded the maid with wariness and caution.
âWho are you?â
âYou can call me âbig sisterâ.â
The servant crouched before the boy and spoke in a gentle tone, âShould I give you a bath? I wanted to bathe you last night, but the old master ordered us not to wake you up since youâre fast asleep.â
âI-I can bathe on my own; I donât need assistance!â
Despite his tender age, he understood that men and women were inherently different, so he naturally felt shy at the thought of a stranger of the opposite sex bathing him.
The maid, however, merely said, âThe old master instructed me to help you bathe.â
âOld master?â His lips twitched when an image of a grey-haired, old man appeared in his mind. âWhoâs this old master?â
âWe, the servants, arenât qualified to address the old master by his name.â
He pouted. âI want that handsome uncle from yesterday to bathe me.â
âHandsome uncle?â
âYes! That mean-looking but handsome uncle.â
His reply amused the maid. âAre you referring to the old master?â
He responded with a deadpan expression. âHeâs not old at all; heâs obviously very young.â
â...â
The maid was tickled pink.
âOld masterâ here did not mean an elderly man but was rather a form of address. Everyone in this mafia residence was required to address the boss as âold masterâ.
Being a century-old, prestigious family, the Gus held on to old customs and traditions. âOld masterâ was a respectful term reserved for the patriarch, and since Gu Jinglian was the family head, everyone had to address him as such.
âThe old master is still resting. Iâll help you, instead.â
âNo.â The gauche kiddo hung his head low as a blush crept up his cheeks. âIt feels weird to have you bathe me!â
âIn that case... how about I keep watch from the side while you bathe by yourself?â
The maid was concerned that a child as young as him would accidentally slip and drown in the deep bathtub almost filled with water. Eventually, the boy acquiesced to her suggestion despite his reluctance.
Thus, she carried him into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for the little lad before finally placing him in it.
Covering his fleshy body, the boy requested with a blush, âCan you turn around? I feel somewhat embarrassed if you keep looking at me...â
This little fella even knows how to feel shy!
She could, therefore, only agree, turning around as per the kidâs request.