Chapter 112: Chapter 113: She has no resistance in front of him
Translator: 549690339
After leaving the hospital, Xia Yangyang felt a tinge of regret for agreeing so quickly.
There was, after all, so much to consider.
Primarily, Chen Yu was a high-profile figure with countless paparazzi lurking about.
The rumors about their relationship had not yet died down; getting caught on camera would only confirm their speculation.
But since she had already agreed, it was too late to back out.
Xia Yangyang’s luggage was mostly in her dorm, but her ID had always been in her bedroom drawer at Gu Qichen’s place, so a trip back was necessary.
Maple Villa had become a filming set,
but the space provided by Gu Qichen was rather limited.
Now that the shoot was suspended, no one would likely be there.
Xia Yangyang assumed that Gu Qichen was still at work.
Hence, upon entering the house, she went directly to the bedroom.
As she opened the bedroom door, Xia Yangyang found to her surprise that Gu Qichen was also packing his bags.
His suitcase was nearly packed.
Seeing Xia Yangyang standing in the doorway, Gu Qichen seemed slightly taken aback: “You finally decided to come back?”
Xia Yangyang curtly entered and sat down on the bed: “Are you going on a business trip again?”
She had become accustomed to Gu Qichen packing his suitcase whenever he returned.
He was after all a perpetually busy workaholic.
The response from Gu Qichen was a nonchalant grunt.
“When are you leaving?”
“The flight’s at nine tonight.”
Xia Yangyang remained silent.
Gu Qichen then asked: “Have you had dinner?”
Xia Yangyang shook her head.
Gu Qichen stood up: “Let me make you some noodles. We have the ingredients in the fridge.”
If she hadn’t overheard that conversation between Gu Qichen and Shen Manbing at the hospital earlier,
Xia Yangyang would’ve considered him the perfect man.
His flight was at nine,
yet at half-past seven, he was in the kitchen preparing noodles for her.
Xia Yangyang stood outside the kitchen, staring intently at the man within.
Dressed in a white shirt, Gu Qichen probably looked the best among all men in a white shirt, completely unaffected by any kitchen smell.
It didn’t seem like a kitchen at all, but more like an artist creating his masterpiece.
Xia Yangyang felt a strong urge to hug Gu Qichen.
But she restrained herself in the end.
Soon, Gu Qichen emerged from the kitchen.
In his hands was a bowl of steaming seafood noodles.
After setting the bowl down, Gu Qichen glanced at his watch and said: “I’m sorry, Yangyang, I have to go.”
Xia Yangyang knew he was in a hurry to catch his flight; making time to cook noodles for her was already quite a stretch.
Xia Yangyang replied: “Then you should hurry. Be careful on the road.”
To her surprise, instead of moving away, Gu Qichen leaned in, positioning his face near Xia Yangyang’s lips. “Dear wife, give me a kiss.”
Gu Qichen’s voice was gentle and irresistibly captivating.
As if seduced, Xia Yangyang obediently kissed Gu Qichen on the cheek.
Just as her lips parted from his cheek, Gu Qichen gripped her chin.
The French kiss, passionate and lingering, left Xia Yangyang feeling lost and dazed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Gu Qichen reluctantly released her.
Looking at Xia Yangyang, cheeks flushed and eyes misty, he found her adorable to the point of wanting desperately to tease her more.
But time was not on their side.
Leaning into her ear, Gu Qichen whispered: “Baby, wait for me to come back.”
After imprinting a kiss on her forehead, he left.
Xia Yangyang’s cheeks blazed; her consciousness gradually regained clarity.
How had she become so powerless before Gu Qichen?