An Junxi reacted strongly: "He fears marriage? Why didn’t you tell me before?"
Gu Yikun pinched her cheek, "You never asked."
"Does he have some kind of trauma?"
"I don’t know." This he truly didn’t know.
An Junxi felt a bit confused, "So what should we do? Can marriage fear be cured?"
"I can only say, if he loves your senior enough, he should be able to overcome it. If he doesn’t love her enough, then it’s hard to say."
An Junxi got up to get her phone, "I need to tell my senior."
Gu Yikun held onto her, "What time is it? Whatever it is, deal with it tomorrow."
He tucked her into bed and reached out to turn off the light.
As An Junxi lay in his arms, she couldn’t sleep at all. Her senior’s love life was so turbulent.
Gu Yikun’s large hand gently patted her back, "Go to sleep, don’t think so much."
An Junxi put her hand on his waist, "Yikun, I want to visit Zhang Miaoyan in the hospital tomorrow."
"Why do you still want to see her?"
"We’ll always see each other at work; I have to clear some things up with her."
"Okay, let Xiao Liu take you."
Comforted by his response, An Junxi closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Early the next morning, An Junxi woke up. Liu Zhiwen called her and asked, "Jun Xi, how was Sister Miaoyan last night?"
An Junxi slipped out to the balcony to take the call, "What’s wrong, did she say something to you?"
"No, she insisted on having my driver take her to the Gu Family last night. She didn’t look well, so I called to ask."
An Junxi didn’t want to say much and brushed it off, "Just a small misunderstanding, nothing serious."
"That’s good then. After all, she’s my guest. I’d feel really guilty if something unpleasant happened."
An Junxi knew Liu Zhiwen was sincere, so she comforted her for a bit before hanging up.
She returned to the room to find Gu Yikun still asleep.
Quietly, she climbed back into bed, admiring the handsome man in front of her. She inched closer, unable to resist giving his sexy thin lips a kiss.
Gu Yikun suddenly turned over, pinning her beneath him. An Junxi let out a yelp, quickly silenced as he kissed her deeply.
Gu Yikun gave her a passionate French kiss, letting his hand roam from her waist upwards to her soft bust.
He knew her sensitive spots. An Junxi, feeling like she was electrified, went weak, breathlessly calling him, "Yikun..."
The beast inside Gu Yikun woke up. He took off his pajamas and said in a hoarse voice, "Wife, men are most impulsive in the morning. You dared to tease me, now you have to take responsibility."
An Junxi bit her lip, afraid she’d cry out if she opened her mouth. He always had a way to drive her crazy.
As a result, they were almost late again.
An Junxi dashed to the car with her head down. She didn’t dare eat breakfast to avoid her mother-in-law’s questions.
Gu Yikun, on the other hand, was composed. He had Ho Sister pack breakfast to go for An Junxi to eat in the car.
Gu Yikun’s car was very stable, and An Junxi felt comfortable eating in it. She drank a yogurt and took a few bites of a sandwich before handing the rest to Gu Yikun.
Gu Yikun took it naturally and finished it. He said, "You eat so little, you’ve lost weight again."
An Junxi asked him, "Where did I lose weight?"
Gu Yikun’s eyes moved to her chest, "Luckily, the places that shouldn’t get thinner are still looking good."
An Junxi almost spat out her yogurt.
The back seat and the driver’s seat were completely separated, so the driver couldn’t hear them. Gu Yikun leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I heard massages can enhance your bust? How about I give you a massage every night from now on?"
An Junxi pinched his waist, "Are you dissatisfied with me?"
Gu Yikun laughed heartily, holding her tighter, "Absolutely not. In my eyes, you’re perfect."
The driver dropped An Junxi off at the company first, and Gu Yikun walked her to the office before leaving.
As soon as he left, her colleagues swarmed around, "Oh my god, Jun Xi, President Gu is even more handsome up close than on TV!"
"I’d trade twenty years of my life to have such a handsome husband to look at every day!"
"I’m so envious I could die!"
An Junxi fled to Gong Xiaoyu’s office, closing the door behind her, "Our company’s women are terrifying!"
Gong Xiaoyu nonchalantly replied, "Jun Xi, my mom said the blind date is arranged for tomorrow. I’m suddenly very nervous, what should I do?"
An Junxi was about to mention Yue Xiaoyang’s marriage fears, but changed her mind. Perhaps it’s better to wait until after the blind date. What if she actually likes the guy? No need to give her unnecessary worries.
She said, "Then go see him tomorrow. Just treat it like lunch with a friend."
Seeing Gong Xiaoyu’s troubled expression, An Junxi hesitated, "Senior, if I said I wanted to resign, would you kill me?" When she was fired from Senye Group, it was her senior who took her in and slowly nurtured her into being capable on her own. Leaving now seemed too harsh.
Gong Xiaoyu reacted surprisingly calmly. She sighed, "Since the day you married Gu Yikun, I knew this day would come." She’s Mrs. Gu; how could she stay in a small place like Si Yuan?
An Junxi said, "I’m sorry, Senior."
"There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m happy for you to achieve greater things. Besides, having the president’s wife in my network is quite the asset. I’m the one gaining an advantage."
An Junxi moved forward to hug her tightly, "Thank you so much, Senior."
Gong Xiaoyu patted her shoulder, "Alright, enough with the mushy stuff. I don’t buy it. I’ll still come to you if Si Yuan needs help. I won’t be polite."
An Junxi laughed, "That’s perfect. I was worried you’d be too polite."
"Oh, being married to President Gu really changes a person!"
An Junxi recounted the events of the previous night to Gong Xiaoyu, analyzing, "Zhang Miaoyan hitting her head on the table didn’t seem staged. If she wasn’t truly wronged, it’s terrifying to think she could harm herself like that." The thought gave An Junxi goosebumps.
Gong Xiaoyu asked, "So are you planning to keep an eye on her in the Gu Family?"
"Not entirely for her. I also want to improve my photography skills." With her husband’s resources, it would be a waste not to use them.
Gong Xiaoyu said, "I still feel Zhang Miaoyan isn’t that simple. You’re going to see her now, right? I’ll come with you." She’s curious to hear what Zhang Miaoyan has to say.
The two quickly agreed, and skipped work to go to the private hospital.
As soon as Gong Xiaoyu’s car left the company parking lot, an inconspicuous car followed them.