After lunch, exhausted from staying up late last night and a day’s running around, Gu Zixuan finally chose to take a nap on Feng Chengjin’s suggestion.
Drawing the curtains, even during the day, the dark shade made the bedroom feel like night.
Feng Chengjin did all this, then adjusted the air conditioning in the bedroom and brought in a pot of mint from the balcony, placing it by the bedside.
Only then did he walk to the bedroom door. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on n0velfire.net
He did not leave, just leaned quietly against the wall, one hand in his trouser pocket, gazing at the sleeping person.
Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his tall figure stood out in strong contrast like his piano-like demeanor.
Simplicity and depth coexisted.
For a long time, Gu Zixuan didn’t move, and neither did he.
The phone vibrated, he took a glance and found it was Qin Nuo, he directly declined the call.
After a while, Ye Xilan also called, he still declined it.
In the past few years, Feng Chengjin would never not answer anyone’s calls, but at this moment, beneath his calm exterior, he seemed somewhat inexplicably irritable.
Gu Zixuan slept restlessly, turning over and over again.
He just watched, following her movements, frowning slightly each time.
The words from their previous conversation were still vivid in his ears.
"Those promises he made eight years ago before marriage, saying he’d always treat me well and never let me suffer, have they all been forgotten?"
He loosened his tie with a single finger.
"I just remembered that back in that not-so-great student apartment, he used to cook for me."
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt collar.
Finally, remembering what he couldn’t help but ask while washing the dishes, "Did you really like him back then?"
She nodded, her expression as pure as an elegant painting, "I liked him. If it weren’t for that initial affection, I wouldn’t have wanted to marry him, nor persisted for so many years."
Gu Zixuan turned over again, and when the quilt slipped to her waist, he withdrew his pensive gaze and quickly stepped forward to pull the air conditioning quilt up to her shoulders.
Sitting by the bedside, Gu Zixuan’s sleeping face was just inches away. fr.e ewe.bno.vel .com
He quietly watched, recalling the scene in the car earlier, the touch of holding a woman again after eight years. When he looked down again, he found his hand had unconsciously reached beside her cheek.
Her face was small, delicate like a budding white rose, bearing the scars of a fingernail scratch.
As she slept, her breathing was light and even.
His fingertips didn’t fall, maintaining a two-centimeter distance.
Until another call came in, he looked at Qin Nuo’s number, withdrew his thoughts, withdrew his hand, and answered the phone in a low voice.
Qin Nuo was reporting that the morning meeting had concluded, and the planned 3 PM golf session with President An alongside Pei Yongyou was approaching. Pei Yongyou had been waiting for a while, and Qin Nuo asked if he was still going? fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m
He lowered his eyes, glanced at Gu Zixuan, and said, "Still going."
Then he assigned Qin Nuo another task, "Go to my villa and drive a car unnoticed by outsiders over to Shangpin Yuncui."
Pausing, he emphasized, "Don’t be too flashy, a sports car."