Gu Yunchi left the table before the dinner was over. Gu Peiwen scolded him but didn’t force him to stay, he just advised him not to stay out too late. After a few minutes of chatting following dinner, the doctor who had drawn Wen Ran’s blood returned to the suite with a report and handed it to Gu Peiwen to look over.
After flipping through the report, Gu Peiwen nodded and then said to Wen Ran, “Start going to Yunchi’s place the day after tomorrow. A car will pick you up then.”
Wen Ran felt miserable inside but tried his best not to show any flaws in his smile, “Okay, thank you, Grandpa Gu.”
On the way back, Chen Shuhui’s mood seemed as good as when she received the 96.8% match report. “It’s gone up to 97.5%,” she said with satisfaction, placing her hand on Wen Ran’s shoulder, “I’m leaving Gu Yunchi to you. Behave well and don’t make him angry.”
Wen Ran wanted to say that Gu Yunchi already seemed angry at the dinner table. However, Chen Shuhui’s hand on his shoulder felt like a mother gently encouraging her child to do well on the next exam. It was the first time Wen Ran had received such encouragement, so he nodded and agreed.
The hand was quickly removed from his shoulder. Chen Shuhui started dealing with work on her phone. Wen Ran looked at her profile, then lowered his head to look at his fingers that were twisted together.
Despite his anxiety, the day after tomorrow still arrived. In the morning, Wen Ran packed his backpack and waited ahead of time. When he heard Auntie Fang calling him from the garden, he rushed out immediately. A black car was parked in front of the gates, and the driver opened the door for him.
As one of the capital’s nine major villa districts, Yueting was developed as a comfortable and private estate for the wealthy within the valuable land of the inner ring road. At first glance, Wen Ran could only see flowers, trees, and flowing water—a frighteningly low plot ratio.
The car stopped in front of an off-white villa. Wen Ran hurriedly exited the car, feeling awkward about letting the driver open the door. The driver stepped onto the sidewalk and opened the black garden gates for Wen Ran.
“This is my business card. You can contact me anytime if you need transportation.”
Wen Ran took the card and gave him a half bow, “Thank you for your trouble.” He walked through the garden until he reached the front door. Instead of knocking hastily, he studied the device resembling a facial recognition device on the door for a moment.
Suddenly, an electronic voice came from inside the door, “Facial entry successful.”
While Wen Ran was confused, the door clicked open automatically. Wen Ran hesitantly grasped the handle and slowly pulled the door open. A gray glass wall separated the entrance from the foyer. As Wen Ran walked in, he heard a voice behind him, “Hello, can’t you see me?”
Normally, rich people paid attention to feng shui, so how did he encounter a ghost on his first visit to Gu Yunchi’s home—Wen Ran turned around uneasily to see a chubby metallic cylindrical object behind the door, half a man tall, with no neck and a round head with a screen displaying an innocent frowning expression.
Wen Ran muttered to himself, “…What an advanced trash can.”
“Angry!” The innocent expression instantly turned into rage, and the trash can flew past Wen Ran like a gust of wind, “You will regret your ignorance!”
“Sorry.” It turned out to be a robot. Wen Ran apologized and followed it around the glass wall.
“Well, forgiveness is just one of my numerous outstanding qualities.” The robot said, “Please change your shoes.”
Wen Ran walked over to the sofa in the foyer and sat down to change into slippers. The robot stood beside him haughtily, but couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him—Wen Ran’s hair was brownish, and when he looked down, he showed a calm profile, with long eyelashes, a small mole under his right eye, and light lips with a faint pinkish hue.
Clean, beautiful, but obviously different from the typical timid beauty of most omegas.
Bang! A long leg stretched out from behind the wall and kicked the robot. “Trash can,” Gu Yunchi’s voice was lazy, “Coffee.”
“……” The robot showed a forbearing smile, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you this time, but don’t call me that next time.” It turned and headed for the kitchen.
Wen Ran was still sitting on the sofa and looked up at Gu Yunchi. The other party had just woken up and looked particularly contemptuous and impatient as he lowered his eyes. When their eyes met, Wen Ran forced himself to greet, “Morning.”
As expected, he was once again ignored. Gu Yunchi didn’t even bother opening his mouth. He shuffled over to the sunken sofa in the middle of the living room with his slippers and furrowed his brows as he sank into it.
The robot brought the coffee to Gu Yunchi. At the same time, it turned its head 180 degrees like an owl to look at Wen Ran and began to self-introduce itself, “Hello dear guest, I am the result of over ten years of diligent research by the CHM Group. Day and night, pouring their blood, sweat, and tears to forge ahead, constantly making breakthroughs and innovations to finally successfully develop an interactive intelligent robot that integrates multiple functions such as security, housekeeping, spiritual guidance, financial management, investment consulting, visa processing, phone repairing, gaming companionship, CET-4 and CET-6 proxy exam services. My serial number is BDH hyphen 339. You may kindly address me as 339-laoshi.”
Wen Ran stood still with his backpack, listening to it go on for a long time, and asked, “May I ask what the hyphen means?”
“…” 339 displayed a string of letters on its screen. It turned out to be: BDH-339.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Xe Tecmtl vlvc’a rffw ab ilxf vglcxlcu tba mbooff jcv xfqa lwqjalfcais yibklcu bc la ab mbbi la vbkc. Coafg 339 olclrtfv ybjralcu, tf olcjiis abbx j rlq.
339 ibbxfv ja Qfc Ejc obcvis jcv rjlv lc j xcbkifvufjyif abcf, “Tbe jgf atf olgra bwfuj sbecu wjrafg tjr ygbeuta tbwf.”
Pfft—Gu Yunchi spat the coffee back into the cup and asked 339 with an unhappy expression, “No sugar?”
“Ct? P obguba, P’w rbggs. P’ii gfwjxf la obg sbe.” 339 olcjiis aegcfv lar tfjv yjmx ab ibbx ja tlw, “Pa’r agef atja reujg lr rkffa, yea sbecu wjrafg, sbe mjc rbwfalwfr ajraf atf ylaafgcfrr lc ilof. Coafg jii, ilof tjr njglber oijnbgr.”
Gu Yunchi bluntly said, “Scram.”
339 shut its mouth and scrammed to the kitchen. The atmosphere made Wen Ran afraid he would also be told to scram, so he quietly retreated to the foyer and sat back on the shoe-changing sofa. He took out the textbook from his bag to study on his own.
When the teacher arrived, Gu Yunchi was having breakfast in the dining room. Wen Ran stood up to greet her. The teacher asked, “It’s Wen Ran, right?” She smiled, “I’ll go to the study to prepare the lesson. You and Yunchi can come up later.”
“Okay.”
“Teacher—” 339 spun out of the dining room to snuggle up to the teacher’s leg and flattered, “I’ll open the elevator doors for you.”
“Thank you, 339.” The teacher patted 339’s bald head and entered the elevator.
339 turned around and blinked its big electronic eyes at Wen Ran to ask, “What do you like to eat? I’ll inform the chef to prepare it for you for lunch.”
“No, I’ll go home to eat.”
“That won’t do. The Director’s assistant has sent me instructions for you to stay here for lunch.”
“…” Wen Ran had to say, “I’m not picky, any food will do.”
“OK, I happen to have your health report here, I’ll send it to the nutritionist to help plan your meals.”
“Isn’t that too much trouble?”
“Not at all, they’re bored to death every day.” 339 faced the dining room and raised its volume, “YOUNG MASTER GU! It’s time for class! Please hurry up!”
Soon after, Gu Yunchi walked out with a long face and crossed the living room to the elevator. 339 hurriedly led Wen Ran to follow. The elevator doors opened automatically. Gu Yunchi entered, followed by Wen Ran, and then 339 slipped in.
As the elevator doors closed, Gu Yunchi asked, “What are you doing here?”
Wen Ran was startled, thinking the question was for him. But then he heard 339 reply, “Protecting Wen Ran!”
“Crazy,” Gu Yunchi sneered disdainfully.
However, 339 immediately exclaimed with excitement and surprise as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life, “Young master smiled…! It’s been so long since the young master smiled like this!”
What a crazy robot. Wen Ran felt embarrassed to the point of suffocation. Luckily, the elevator door opened at the right time. Gu Yunchi stepped out and left 339 with a merciless remark, “You won’t make it through tonight.”
“Who cares.” 339 grinned and said to Wen Ran as he walked out of the elevator, “Please study hard!”
The desk was as big as a double bed. Wen Ran and Gu Yunchi sat at opposite ends. It wasn’t until the lesson started that Wen Ran realized Gu Yunchi had already completed high school courses and was currently working on various competition questions and studying university-level content. Wen Ran took a look at the electronic blackboard and saw that there was hardly anything he could understand. He immersed himself in his own work.
The teacher only covered the essential points and reviewed the information in one go, leaving Gu Yunchi to process it on his own. After an hour, she came over to Wen Ran and opened his textbook. The teacher smiled and said gently, “Your handwriting is so ugly.”
Wen Ran wanted to crawl into a hole, “…True.”
“It’s okay, at least it’s readable,” the teacher consoled him.
Wen Ran had taken most of this semester’s courses online and self-studied. He asked the teacher about various questions he had accumulated despite stressing that Gu Yunchi would likely think he was an idiot.
Coming to Gu Yunchi’s house for tutoring was just one step in Chen Shuhui’s plan, but for Wen Ran, it was something he would definitely do well. He didn’t have a naturally gifted brain and couldn’t reach the top through self-study alone. If his grades were too poor after admission, it would be humiliating for Chen Shuhui, but ultimately, he would be the one to suffer.
The teacher had only lectured Gu Yunchi for a little over an hour but spent almost two hours with Wen Ran. During this time, Gu Yunchi was sitting at the other end of the desk reading and doing assignments. Wen Ran noticed that he hadn’t brought his phone or taken a sip of water, and his focus was unwavering. His level of concentration was beyond imagination.
It was vastly different from what Wen Ran had imagined. Wen Ran had thought Gu Yunchi was the kind of person who would lose patience after studying for ten minutes and insult the teacher.
At noon, the teacher finished her third cup of water and sighed, “Wen Ran, you’re eager to learn.”
After benefiting so much, Wen Ran began to feel ashamed of freeloading and said, “You’ve worked hard, teacher.”
The chef had prepared the food. The three of them went down the elevator together. The teacher said once they reached the living room, “I have something to do and won’t eat here today. You two can study by yourselves in the afternoon for a while and I’ll come back later.”
This meant that only Wen Ran and Gu Yunchi would be at the dining table. Wen Ran panicked. Gu Yunchi stood by the foyer and said to the teacher, “Take care.”
“Ah, you guys go ahead and eat. Rest after your meal.”
After seeing off the teacher, Gu Yunchi went to the dining room. Wen Ran hesitated for a long time before following. 339 was busy in the dining room. Wen Ran wasn’t sure what it was busy with, but it certainly looked busy.
“Please enjoy your meal.” The busy 339-laoshi brought over two small plates of cut fruit, “Would you like to watch a movie after the meal? I’ll prepare it in advance for you. Young master, what would you like to watch?”
“The death of a robot,” Gu Yunchi said.
“There’s no such movie, please stop making things up.” 339 then asked Wen Ran, “Is there any movie you’d want to see?”
“Thank you, but I’ll just read.”
“Damn it, they both turned me down,” 339 was humiliated, “If you don’t want to watch, I’ll watch it myself!” 339 turned around and left.
Wen Ran was astonished that even robots would watch movies. After 339’s exit, Wen Ran realized that he and Gu Yunchi were the only ones left and immediately tensed up. He spent a good two minutes eating white rice. The purpose was to identify the dishes Gu Yunchi usually picked so that he could avoid trespassing on Gu Yunchi’s territory while taking food.
Five minutes later, Gu Yunchi put down his chopsticks and got up to leave, not sparing a glance or a word throughout the entire meal.
Wen Ran could understand this well. In this villa, the butler was a smart AI, the housekeeper was nowhere to be seen, and the chef left after cooking. Gu Yunchi’s misanthropy was self-evident. However, having a strange omega suddenly fall from the sky to study, eat, and live with him was undoubtedly mentally and spiritually nauseating to him.
After the meal, Wen Ran picked up the dishes to wash them, but the dishwasher’s features were a bit complicated. While he was studying it, he heard a “Hello” and turned around.
“You should rest, I’ll clean the dishes,” the housekeeper approached him, “You don’t have to worry about these things later, I’ll handle them.”
“Sorry,” Wen Ran stepped aside, “Then I’ll leave it to you.”
There was no one in the living room. Gu Yunchi must have gone upstairs to his room. Wen Ran stood still for a while with his hands hanging down. He was unsure what to do but didn’t dare sit anywhere rashly. He decided to go to the sofa in the foyer, it was the safest. Who knew that 339 would wobble out. It hummed a song and approached Wen Ran, “Why are you standing? Digesting food?”
“I’ve already digested,” Wen Ran pointed to the foyer, “I’ll sit there.”
“Just sit on the big sofa, or go upstairs to the guest room for a nap.”
“No, no.”
“Then just sit here. Sit down.” 339 pushed Wen Ran down the steps, “There are many books under the coffee table, pick one yourself.”
Wen Ran sat down at one end of the curved sofa. When he saw that 339 hadn’t left, he asked, “Does the housekeeper live here too?”
“No, the housekeeper, bodyguard, driver, doctor, and the like, all live in the other villas across the street.”
As he looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were indeed several slightly smaller villas on the opposite side of the avenue. “He lives relatively isolated and doesn’t like having people around,” 339 said, “In short, he is bad-tempered, high-maintenance, too picky, and has problems.”
“Could keep your voice down,” Wen Ran kindly reminded it.
“It’s okay, he’s gaming in the media room.” 339 tried to make conversation, “Do you play games?”
“Sometimes I play some tile connect and match-3 games.”
“Great for growing intellect,” 339 changed the subject at an astonishing speed, “Do you really have a 97.5% compatibility?”
“…I think so.”
“No wonder he set his wristband to the highest setting even at home today. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear that collar?” 339 suddenly lowered his voice, sounding mysterious and unhinged, “Even if it’s uncomfortable, you must wear it, or terrifying things will happen!”
Of course, it would be terrifying. A beta’s body implanted with artificial omega glands would shock even a robot like 339 if revealed. Wen Ran nodded, “I know.”
After sitting on the sofa and reading a book, Wen Ran felt drowsy and unknowingly fell asleep with his head tilted. When he opened his eyes, 339 was holding a glass of juice in front of him, “It’s almost one o’clock, you should wake up and study!”
Wen Ran was half-asleep and finished the juice in one gulp. He got up and walked to the elevator. The elevator doors opened in advance and the button for the second floor also lit up automatically—339 should be controlling the entire smart home system in the house, qualifying as a multifunctional trash can.
Wen Ran wasn’t sure if anyone was in the study, so he knocked on the door and opened it gently. Gu Yunchi was at the desk wearing noise-canceling headphones with his eyelashes lowered. He was doing listening exercises with a black pen in his hand. The white curtains of the transparent balcony door were drawn halfway and the orange afternoon sunlight slanted in, shining down to his feet.
Gu Yunchi didn’t even lift his eyelids. Wen Ran closed the door carefully and sat down in his seat.
All that could be heard in the study was the sound of writing and the flipping of pages. The teacher arrived about half an hour later. She taught Gu Yunchi for one hour and Wen Ran for two hours, just like in the morning. From 1-5 pm, Wen Ran went to the bathroom once, drank water twice, zoned out three times, and felt sleepy as hell four times. Gu Yunchi sat in place from beginning to end, reading and doing assignments with a pile of used scratch paper beside his hand.
Perhaps this was the innate self-discipline of S-levels. Wen Ran comforted himself that it was not necessarily the gap between people.
In the evening, the teacher left with four cups of water in her stomach. Wen Ran also hurried to leave. 339 didn’t ask him to stay for dinner and helped him notify the driver, who would arrive a few minutes later.
After saying goodbye to the teacher, Wen Ran plucked up the courage to say to Gu Yunchi, “I’ll be leaving too. I’ve disturbed you today.” Unfortunately, there might be more disturbances in the future.
Gu Yunchi didn’t say anything, not even slowing down his steps, and turned back into the living room as if he hadn’t heard.
Watching the indifferent figure walk away, Wen Ran and 339 exchanged glances. Wen Ran shrugged his shoulders with a positive mindset and changed his shoes. 339 said, “I’ll see you off.”
When they reached the gates, 339 asked doubtfully, “Did Gu Yunchi not say a word to you today?”
“It seems so.” It should be said that he hadn’t spoken to him since their first meeting.
“He might be deaf.” There was no one 339 wouldn’t dare to scold. It said, “Don’t mind him.”
Wen Ran chuckled at its teasing. 339 tried to make it up, “Um…don’t judge him by his bad temperament.” After a pause, 339 failed to cover it up and couldn’t think of anything good to say about him, “Erm, actually, his character isn’t great either.”
Thanks to 339, Wen Ran was all smiles as he got into the car. He waved to 339.
339 stood at the gate and exclaimed, “Come again tomorrow!”
Author’s note:
339: Sumimasen young master-chan…
Translator’s note:
Hahahaah I love 339
Translator this is one of the best translations I’ve read in awhile! I appreciate the effort you put into each chapter! Thank you sm for your hard work ❤️❤️
awww that’s so sweet! 🥰 I’m still doubting my abilities so reading this really made my day
339 is so unserious 🤣🤣🤣 he fits perfectly with gu yunchi
Thx for your translation, I just finished the other novel so it’s nice to read now Gu’s story and his mysterious wife who likes croissants ^^
Oups sorry it wasnt a reply ^^
I think I will love this story than Eternities Still Unsaid. Don’t get me wrong, i love all the author’s stories but this one’s made me laugh so hard im starting to enjoy it.
I love 339 more 😆😆 thank you for the chapter ❤️