Gu Qili drove the car into the residential complex, used the remote to open the garage door, and the roller shutter door slowly rolled up. She carefully parked the car inside, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Although she often rode in this Maybach, it was her first time driving it. Before, Gu Dezhong also had several nice cars, but none as expensive as this one. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it, but for people of their age, they simply were no longer interested in such things. Having a decent car to ride comfortably was enough.
Just as she entered, a text message popped up. It was from a familiar number that she hadn’t saved as a contact, but she knew who it was from.
"Home in half an hour, same as this morning."
If it wasn’t for Gu Qili gradually getting used to his way of speaking, it would be hard to understand what this meant. He wanted to say he hadn’t eaten and to make a dish just like the one in the morning; really, typing one more word seemed like it would kill him.
She really wanted to reply with three words: "Speak human language."
Wasn’t he entertaining clients? Did they not feed him?
Too lazy to think too much, Gu Qili washed her hands, went to the kitchen to stew the millet porridge, cooked some cabbage hearts, saw there were cucumbers in the fridge, and made a cucumber dish as well. Thinking about his recent stomach issues, she did not add any chili oil, only a few drops of sesame oil.
The meal was just right when Mu Shuoqian came home. As he entered, the style of the room turned colder.
Gu Qili was lying comfortably on the couch with her legs crossed, holding a book, though her eyes were on Boonie Bears. Hearing the door open, she immediately sat up and carefully adjusted her T-shirt and skirt.
When he was not around, she felt as free as a bird released from its cage, running and jumping all over the large house with no one to mind her. But as soon as he returned, she had to act properly like an old-fashioned matriarch.
"I’m home." She hid the remote behind her back, sneakily changed the channel. She watched Boonie Bears yesterday, and he seemed unhappy with it, his face as long as Changbai Mountain.
Mu Shuoqian was changing shoes, suddenly looked up with a gaze full of mockery.
Gu Qili’s face instantly turned bright red.
From the TV behind her, several scantily clad, exuberant women were shouting: "Oh my god, give us one more chance to develop again!"
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Darn it, how did it switch to the shopping channel, and to such a blatant breast enhancement commercial at that?
He better not think that’s what she’s interested in.
Gu Qili felt so embarrassed and quickly turned off the TV.
He had finished changing his shoes and was walking over, his mocking gaze lightly sweeping across her chest: "Quite self-aware."
He had just touched them this morning; they were medium-sized, soft to the touch, and very elastic. It wouldn’t be bad if they were a bit bigger.
"No, I..." Gu Qili found it hard to clarify, so she just dropped the phrase ’I’m going to serve the rice’ and swept like the wind towards the kitchen, touching her own face which was burning hot, probably not looking very presentable.
When the dishes and chopsticks were set, he was selecting wine in front of the bar’s cabinet, picked up a bottle, looked at it, and put it back down, then chose another one.
"Aren’t you having stomach pain?" Gu Qili cautiously reminded him, and after speaking, wished she could bite her tongue. She wasn’t his anything, and saying too much would only earn his disdain.
Sure enough, as if he hadn’t heard, he opened a bottle of red wine with a corkscrew and elegantly poured a small half-glass.
Gently swirling the glass, he closed his eyes slightly, seemingly savoring the richness of the wine, probably quite satisfied, the corners of his thin lips involuntarily slightly turned upward, his slightly pointed chin lifted at a forty-five-degree angle, his thin lips lightly touched the rim of the glass, the vivid wine sloped down and slipped into his mouth in small sips, the sweet wine lingered briefly in the mouth, bringing a unique fragrance and sensation, then gently rolled down the throat, stimulating all the taste buds, an indescribable delightful feeling beyond words.
If the wine brings pleasure to people, then watching Mu Shuoqian drink was a different kind of beautiful scene.
Elegant, noble, cold, from lips to throat everything rolled with two words... sexy.