Did he think she didn’t want to?
Did he think she was reluctant to give their son a complete family?
But who was Huangfu Jue, the heir to the throne of A Country...
The door was knocked, and Will’s voice came through.
"Sir, your telephone."
The man was furious; he had no intention of taking any calls.
Will cautiously added another sentence, "It’s Princess."
Upon hearing the words "Princess," the man’s fierce eyes immediately softened. He stood up from his chair, strode over, pulled open the door, took the phone from Will’s hand, and when he spoke again, his voice was tender and soft.
Huangfu Jue and his two siblings, he and his twin brother Huangfu Qi, had a younger sister, affectionately nicknamed Chongchong, the little princess adored by everyone in the family.
In front of his sister, the fiercest temper would turn into a gentle caress.
On the other end of the phone, a pleasant female voice said, "Good taste, your sister-in-law is very beautiful."
Huangfu Jue frowned, "You’ve seen the newspapers too?"
"Not just me, the whole world," Chongchong laughed.
"Do mom and dad know as well?" he asked with concern.
"Can they be kept in the dark about something I know?" Chongchong chuckled mischievously. "You’re so worried, looks like you’re serious this time? I’m so curious; what kind of woman has managed to capture the heart of our cool Brother XiaoJue."
The scandals involving Huangfu Jue were not a fresh matter; after all, too many women wanted to be associated with him.
But this time, his behavior was wholly different; from her older brother’s actions, Chongchong sensed something unusual.
"Chongchong!" he scolded playfully, "Now is not the time, I will bring her back when it’s right."
"Okay then! Big brother, go for it!"
"Mhm." The man responded with a smile, "How have you been lately?"
Gan Yuan sighed softly as her gaze swept around the room.
The traces of the previous day’s scuffle had been dealt with, nearly unnoticeable unless one looked closely.
Her eyes landed on his study, and a thought suddenly struck her.
Last night, that guy had taken her hard drive. Such an item, he wouldn’t always carry on him, would he? Had he returned it to the study?
Glancing at the closed door, she gently pushed her wheelchair forward to the desk, cautiously opening the drawer on top.
At a glance, she froze.
Inside the drawer, his design drafts were neatly placed. She reached out to flip through them, and her eyes inadvertently swept over a splash of blue. Her heart stirred, and she pulled out that particular design draft.
It depicted a splendidly beautiful blue gown; Gan Yuan recognized it instantly—it was the dress Gan Tang had given her before.
Could it be... that dress was a gift from him?
She quickly drew out that stack of papers and sifted through them carefully. Indeed, besides the final draft, she found several original sketches.
It was evident that the final version had gone through multiple revisions. Additionally, there were grading and split patterns, with meticulous measurements written on them.
Gan Yuan’s eyes landed on the date at the bottom of the final draft.
The date was the day before her birthday, at 9 pm, meaning that he had only taken one night to design and produce the finished item.
Her eyes fixated on a corner of the paper, where there were faint red stains, seemingly traces left by a liquid soaking into the paper.
Such a color... was likely to be blood!