Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Chapter 414 I’m going to take you to see the high school principal today

The hair dryer hummed, and warm wind wrapped in the scent of cedar blew towards me.

Gu Mobai half-knelt on the carpet, carefully picked up a strand of long hair with his left hand, and slowly moved the hair dryer with his right hand.

His movements were extremely delicate. He blew her hair from the roots to the ends, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed across the back of her neck, causing Lin Panpan to feel a slight itch.

The dark grey velvet curtains in the master bedroom blocked out the moonlight from outside, leaving only an amber wall lamp at the head of the bed, which stretched Gu Mobai's shadow very long and cast it obliquely over her.

"Wife, today is our wedding night." The man's low voice was wrapped in a burning breath, and his fingertips were already clasping her slender waist.

When Lin Panpan raised her head, the ends of her hair brushed against the back of his hot hand, causing Gu Mobai's Adam's apple to roll violently.

Without waiting for her response, he pressed down on her with a kiss that smelled like shower gel and cedar. He first gently held her slightly open lips, then deepened the kiss, and his tongue entangled with her trembling breath.

The temperature in the room continued to rise. Lin Panpan's back rested against the cold sandalwood wardrobe. The metal handle hurt, but it was not as hot as the temperature of Gu Mobai's palm.

His kiss moved from his lips to his ear, and when his teeth gently bit his earlobe, she unconsciously grasped the belt of his bathrobe, and the satin slipped between her fingers, revealing her slender waistline.

The dark grey bed sheet was wrinkled. Gu Mobai's palm moved upwards along her lower back. When it touched the sensitive spine, Lin Panpan trembled slightly and raised her head.

The halo of the wall lamp cast a swaying spot of light on the ceiling, which, mixed with the moist heat of breathing, immersed the entire room in the lingering honey color of a spring night.

Lin Panpan sat up suddenly, and her silk nightgown slipped down her shoulders, revealing kiss marks of varying depths on her collarbone.

She grabbed the watch beside her pillow and saw that the hour hand was pointing to eleven o'clock. She was so anxious that her voice trembled: "Gu Mobai, why didn't you wake me up!"

The man leaned against the headboard, buttoning his shirt slowly. The morning light gilded his features, but a mischievous smile played on the corner of his mouth. "Why did I wake you up?"

He deliberately dragged out the last word, and his fingertips brushed across her blushing cheeks: "Yesterday was our first wedding day..."

Before she could finish her words, Lin Panpan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, her ears red: "Then you have to get up and make breakfast for grandpa!"

"Grandpa would be so happy if he knew how fierce our battle was." Gu Mobai deftly dodged the pillow, wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. "Hurry up and get up. I'm taking you to see the high school principal today."

Lin Panpan struggled to get up, but when she looked down, she saw the dense marks on her neck. She immediately became angry and said, "It's all your fault! How can I go out like this?"

She angrily opened the wardrobe, and was stunned when the sandalwood door slowly slid open.

Dacron shirts paired with floral skirts, navy blue overalls, and even a few of the most fashionable bat-sleeved sweaters and various skirts.

Each piece was ironed neatly, and the hangers still had a faint scent of jasmine.

"Are these... all for me?" Lin Panpan asked softly.

Gu Mobai hugged her from behind, his warm breath brushing against her ears: "I had someone pick these out from the Beijing Department Store. They're new arrivals, and my friend happened to be back home, so he packed them all up and brought them back."

He picked up a lilac dress and tried it on her: "Try this one? The neckline is high, it can cover..."

"Who wants you to care!" Lin Panpan turned around to hide, but he grabbed her wrist.

Gu Mobai lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes full of smiles: "Don't you like it? There are more in the cloakroom next door. There are woolen coats imported from the Soviet Union and cheongsams made by Shanghai tailors. You can take your pick."

He suddenly leaned in close, his lips brushing against her burning earlobe: "But time is running out now. If we're too late, we'll..."

Lin Panpan gave him a gentle push and said, "Gu Mobai, are you crazy? You have to go out and meet people soon!"

She tucked her hair behind her ears in front of the mirror, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the faint red mark on her collarbone. Her face turned red, and she grabbed the powder and lightly swept it on her neck.

Gu Mobai leaned against the door frame, his eyes following her movements, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously.

Lin Panpan's bun revealed her slender neck, and the white jade hairpin inserted diagonally in her hair swayed slightly with her movements, making her even more seductive than last night.

"Still looking!" When Lin Panpan turned around, the hem of her skirt swirled in a soft arc. She pretended to be angry, but was embraced by the man's long arms and pulled into his arms.

Gu Mobai lowered his head and bit her red earlobe, his voice hoarse: "I should have made a few more high-necked ones."

The delicious aroma of seafood wafted from the restaurant downstairs. Old Man Gu was reading a newspaper with his reading glasses on. When he heard footsteps on the stairs, his eyes behind the lenses narrowed into slits with a smile.

Gu Mo Nian came over and skipped forward, staring at Lin Panpan's new dress and spinning around: "Sister-in-law looks like she walked out of a picture magazine!"

Gu Mobai had already pulled Lin Panpan to sit down, and with his bony hands he pushed the bone china bowl in front of her: "Try this bowl of fish maw and chicken soup."

Gu Mobai skimmed off the scum with a silver spoon: "Grandpa specially asked the kitchen to simmer it for five hours."

He scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and handed it to Lin Panpan's lips. Lin Panpan blushed: "I will eat it myself..."

Gu Mo Nian looked at Gu Mo Bai in disbelief, his eyes wide open. Is this still the cold and heartless brother? Not really?

Gu Mobai looked up at her and said, "Why are you looking at us? Do you think the food is not tasty?"

"No, it's delicious." Gu Mo Nian was so scared that he immediately lowered his head.

Gu Mobai started peeling shrimp for Lin Panpan again. After peeling a few, Lin Panpan said, "Stop peeling shrimp for me. Let's eat!"

Gu Mobai then started to eat. After the meal, Grandpa Gu took them to the high school here.

He took them directly to the No. 1 Senior High School. When the principal saw Mr. Gu step into the office, a warm smile instantly broke out on his face.

He stepped forward quickly, shook Mr. Gu's hands tightly with both hands, and said excitedly: "Hey, hello, leader! Hello! I can finally see you again!"

Mr. Gu smiled and waved his hand, then moved sideways to let the two people behind him come forward.

“This one is my daughter-in-law, and that one is my granddaughter.

I came here this time to ask if they can go to high school here."

After hearing this, the principal's smile faltered slightly, and he showed an embarrassed expression. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"Of course, there's no problem with studying, but here we rely on academic performance. If your academic performance is too poor, we won't accept you.

It’s not that I don’t give you face, Chief, it’s just that the higher-ups have been investigating very closely recently, and if anything…”

Mr. Gu seemed to have anticipated this. Without waiting for the principal to finish, he waved his hand and said with a hearty smile:

"Of course! You can give them a test here.

If that doesn’t work, forget it.”

The principal turned around and opened the dark green metal filing cabinet, and the metal lock made a slight "click" sound.

When a stack of mimeographed test papers was brought out, they still carried with them the peculiar pungent smell of ink.