Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman

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Chapter 21: Starting Point

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Shuxuan wiped his hands and handed the towel to Mrs. Zhang, before turning towards Gu Xiqiao slowly. His eyebrows were very long and slightly curved upwards, and his cold gaze made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. At this moment, one could see the light of rippling water in his eyes that made his eyes even more alluring.

 “You go upstairs first and stay. No need to worry about your family.” He knew this was somewhat inappropriate, but he was too worried about placing her in the hands of the Gu family again. She didn’t have anyone to fetch her home after school, and for even servants to look at her with contempt, who knows how much she had suffered in the walls of the glamorous manor. To top everything off, this was continued acting like nothing was wrong.

It was fine if he didn’t see all of it, but he did, and not only once.

 Right now, the thin and frail girl was standing there in front of him. Did she even weigh seventy pounds?

 Jiang Shuxuan frowned unconsciously.

 Gu Xiqiao touched her nose sheepishly and seemed to want to speak up before she was stopped by Jiang Shuxuan. “Go place your things upstairs, it’s the same room. Mrs. Zhang has been cleaning it up daily.”

Ah, so she couldn’t refuse? Gu Xiqiao rubbed her head gently as she walked upstairs.

 She ate a lot that night, but not because she had a great appetite, but because Mrs. Zhang cooked up a pot of nutritional soup just for her. Under Jiang Shuxuan’s oppressive gaze, she drank three bowls of soup before she was completely stuffed.

 She had a lot of daily missions to attend to—Practicing her writing, working out, and even taking the time to learn Chinese painting and oil painting too.

 There was no difference between day and night in the virtual space.

Gu Xiqiao sat there in the endless void with a rectangular wooden table in front of her. She held the calligraphy brush with three fingers and wrote slowly, not daring to slack off even if it were a simple horizontal stroke.

 Her brushstroke was extremely smooth and fluid, and when she pulled in the stroke she pressed brush down slightly, before lifting and retracting her stroke.

 Even though she wrote slowly, she never rested until the system spirit’s voice rang out, putting down the calligraphy brush on the table and closing her eyes to get a moment’s rest. Then, the calligraphy materials disappeared, replaced by oil paints, an easel, and a canvas.

 “System, you don’t need to remind me about the time. I want to practice my oil painting, it’s been quite a while.”

 [Alright, but please remember to rest.]

 The system had been worried that its host wouldn’t be hardworking enough, but after a week of contact, it was worried that she was working too hard. It had told her to have enough rest, but she always held out until her mental power broke down from overuse.

 Every time she came out as pale as a sheet, it made the system spirit feel guilty, but if Gu Xiqiao didn’t work hard, how could she handle the final mission?