38: Chapter 39 You Kissed (3)
38: Chapter 39 You Kissed (3)
She understood her son; when it came to painting, he always had a great talent, which must have been inherited from that man.
The reason he never painted hair and eyes on this portrait was simple: he wasn’t certain which colors to use—because she had never told him anything about his father.
What he looked like, what his job was, what he excelled in…
She didn’t want to deceive him, but that man was too outstanding; she couldn’t speak of him.
Gently closing the book in her hands and returning it to its place, Gan Yuan tucked in her little one and tiptoed out of his bedroom.
Back in her own room, she stepped onto the terrace and was lost in thought as she gazed into the night.
The spring night was warm yet chilly.
The wind blew from afar, sneaking in through the cuffs and collars, like a cold hand caressing the skin.
Hugging her arms, she casually glanced around; a black sedan parked downstairs caught her attention, and she raised a curious eyebrow.
Ever since she stood on the balcony, that car had been there.
Under the streetlights, she could see the driver still sitting inside, not having left the car for two hours.
Was he planning to spend the night in the car?
Curving her lips, she turned back to her room, grabbed Xiao Jue’s binoculars from the living room, turned off the main lights, and quietly returned to the terrace.
Downstairs, a light came on inside the black sedan—the driver was making a call.
Using the light, Gan Yuan could clearly see the face of the person inside.
That face was familiar to her, one of Huangfu Jue’s many bodyguards.
She thought as much; he left so cleanly because he had left a dog to watch her.
Huangfu Jue, you bastard!
On the terrace of the Empire Hotel’s presidential suite on the 56th floor, Huangfu Jue sneezed loudly and rubbed his nose, then licked the wound at the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
The wound bitten by Gan Yuan had scabbed, still stinging slightly under the sting of alcohol.
He didn’t pay much attention to it but pursed his lips and gently swirled the glass in his hand.
His tall figure stood on the spacious terrace, alone.
Footsteps approached him from behind.
Huangfu Jue lowered the glass, “How is it?”
The assistant stood beside him, handing over a mobile phone, “So far, Miss Gan hasn’t shown any signs of leaving.
She was just staring blankly at the night sky from the terrace.”
Huangfu Jue took the phone and placed it to his ear.
“Is she still on the terrace?”
On the other end, the bodyguard’s voice said, “No, she just went back into the room and turned off the lights, she’s probably asleep.”
“Don’t take it lightly.
If you notice any movements from her, notify me immediately.”
Huangfu Jue handed the phone back to his assistant and took a shallow sip from the wine glass.
“The person you told me to look into, did you find anything?”
“Yes,” the assistant flipped through the file in his hands, “Qiao Liang, joined half a year ago, currently a sous-chef at the hotel’s restaurant.
Real name Lu Ziliang, 25 years old, Michelin three-star chef, the only son of the grand culinary tycoon Lu Shaojie.
Reportedly, he had a conflict with a guest when he first joined, but it was Gan Yuan who stepped in to resolve it.
As a result, he has always been very considerate of Miss Gan and her son.
Besides, he dined with a woman tonight named Chu Xinqing, daughter of a hotel chain magnate, and the fiancée selected by Lu Shaojie for his son.
Of course, Lu Ziliang doesn’t approve of this arranged marriage.
Changing his name and coming here was mainly to escape the economic marriage arranged by his father.”