After a moment of thought, Gu Hai added, "Spare his life. No matter what, he is still a child of the Gu family."
Gao Meiru’s eyes drooped, concealing the fleeting ruthlessness in them, "Don’t worry, Dad. Whatever he is, he’s still Chengcheng’s brother. I won’t do anything to him."
"That’s good. As for his marriage with Zhenzhen, go and talk to them about it."
Once Gu Hai left, Gao Meiru sat back down, her well-maintained fingers grasped a red ’cannon’ chess piece and placed it directly on the black ’general’.
There’s a chess move called "horse after cannon," where everyone thinks her weapon is the horse, but it’s actually the cannon behind it.
No one knew her true objective.
The deep night in Tokyo was as cool as water.
The man rested his arms on the balcony railing, gazing at the neon-lit skyscrapers in the distance.
He wore only a white shirt, with three buttons undone, revealing his sensual, suntanned collarbones. Below, his jeans covered his long legs, one in front of the other, slightly bent.
His silhouette was perfect, attracting attention like a piece of art.
The woman in a white floral cheongsam stared at him for a while before walking over and hugging his sturdy waist from behind.
"Xuan, your body hasn’t fully recovered yet. You should be resting in bed."
The man turned around, his arms naturally encircling the woman’s shoulders.
"Don’t worry, I’m almost fully recovered. Lying in bed all day would make a healthy person sick."
The woman smiled slightly, "Indeed, you should move around, it will help you recover faster. Why don’t you accompany me to a music concert tomorrow? Consider it a break." Original content can be found at ɴovelfire.net
The man looked at her, the corners of his lips curving into a charming arc.
"You’ve been by my side, taking care of me all this time. It’s been tough. I should accompany you tomorrow."
"Really? Thank you!" She jumped up and kissed him on the face.
A tender look flashed across the man’s eyes but vanished quickly.
His eyes were captivating. When he calmly gazed at someone, anyone could become immersed in his look.
Let alone when he was looking at her gently.
Gao Zhenzhen watched him somewhat dazedly, tiptoeing, closing her eyes, and kissing his lips.
Her aunt had told her to get close to him, to capture his heart.
Yet before she could capture his heart, she lost hers.
This man was like opium – anyone who touched him would become addicted, sink deep, be destroyed.