Lu Wanwan looked at that proud retreating figure, unsure whether she should laugh or not.
After all, she wasn’t the Young Madam, at least not yet.
On one hand, he said he would give her time, but on the other, he didn’t offer her any chance to correct herself; how awkward it had become.
Lu Wanwan could only nod, "Auntie Li, I’ll go up first then."
As she ascended the stairs, she recalled what Auntie Li had said about the reporters finally getting it right.
Checking her phone, she sighed inwardly, indeed it was the case.
The photos captured when they got off the plane had already been released.
Everything seemed to be prepared in advance.
The articles must have been pre-written, just waiting for the photos to be snapped before being sent out immediately.
They even pretended to be clueless, writing about the suspected reconciliation of Gu Annan, the CEO of Gu’s, and his ex-wife, returning affectionately after a fight at the film festival.
Tsk, tsk... Such affection, where could it be found?
But in the photos, she was protected naturally by his side, their fingers interlocked.
Adding to that, because she was instinctively lowering her head and sticking closely to him after spotting the reporters, it seemed unlikely anyone would believe they were nothing but affectionate.
Gu Annan orchestrating such a scene of ’affection’, what exactly did he want to do?
Wasn’t he just adding fuel to the fire?
She went upstairs and entered her room as if it were second nature.
Gu Annan had just changed his clothes and hadn’t even fastened the buttons yet; seeing her enter, he simply glanced over lightly.
"Aren’t you coming in?" His thin lips lifted slightly, pausing the motion of buttoning his shirt.
"You’re changing clothes so slowly," she said as she walked over, "Now that everyone’s changed, can we leave?"
After discovering this baffling situation, she didn’t even have time and opportunity to thoroughly question Xiaomo.
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?" He pointed at the buttons on his shirt, "Button it up for me, as a compensation."
Lu Wanwan reluctantly walked over, reached out, and started buttoning them one by one, "Aren’t there some issues we haven’t finished discussing?"
Gu Annan looked at her with a stern face.
What else was there to talk about? Was she deliberately trying to infuriate him?
"Keep talking, and see if I believe that you won’t go to the office, and you won’t be allowed to return there either?"
"There you go threatening me again!" She looked up, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction, "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t force me?"
"Button it up quickly." He was truly tempted to take back his words, not expecting her to use them against him again and again like a shield.
"I’m already fast, it’s your fault for having so many buttons on your shirt." She frowned slightly, her elbow resting on him as she carefully fastened each button.
Gu Annan took a deep breath, wrapped his arm gently around her waist, holding the person who was twisting to dodge still, and said huskily, "What I really want to do is to take it off, not to put it on."
Lu Wanwan suddenly became nervous, speeding up her buttoning.
She was now somewhat afraid of these interactions with him. Whenever it went a step further, she couldn’t help but want to push him away.
Consequently, her motions became erratic, and in her nervousness, her fingers were too stiff, causing her to accidentally rip off the last button.
Gu Annan let out a sudden laugh, his chest vibrating ever so slightly with it.
Still holding her with both hands, he cornered her against the wall in a few steps, "It seems you agree, the buttons should be unfastened, not done up."
"Why is this button so easy to fall off?" Lu Wanwan, holding the button, flung it away in annoyance. Even the buttons were conspiring against her. "Change shirts! What brand was that just now? Don’t buy it again!"