As the wind blew gently, the shadows of the trees moved to the east and the faint sunlight slowly shone through the clouds.
Song Qingli changed into her casual clothes and was sitting in the dining room eating her millet porridge. The red marks on her wrists and ankles were very eye-catching. Not only were Assistant Xu's eyes wide open, but even the solemn Uncle Jin was also stunned; let alone the maids whose eyes were darting around.
"Miss ... miss song, what happened to your hand?" Assistant Xu adjusted his glasses and clasped his hands together. He had only been away for a day but why does it feel like a lot has happened?
"I was injured last night but my hubby helped already apply medicine on it this morning. '' Song Qingli shook her slender arm, deliberately trying to make the situation confusing. When she said that her injury was related to Gu Zechuan, everyone in the house got anxious.
It seemed that she was the only one who was used to calling Gu Zechuan by his nickname. The rest of them in Gu Gardens would sneak a glance at the second young master's expression every time they heard it.
"Huh?" Assistant Xu raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly. He only dared to look at the second young master out of the corner of his eye. Could this injury be related to the second young master? 'I've been with the second young master for so many years, but I've never heard of him having any quirks.'
Moreover, the second young master had always been cold to relationships. Could it be that he had ... changed his mind now?
The young girl picked up a jade spoon and put the thick millet congee into her mouth. Her half-squinted foxy eyes were filled with a cold light. She looked at Gu Zechuan, who had changed into a formal suit and the tip of her tongue was slowly savouring the soft meat in her mouth.
He changed his attire just because she had used his handkerchief to wipe her tears.
Was the shrewd man from her past life someone who didn't pay attention to details? Even if his marriage with her was premeditated, he has been putting on such a good show superficially. How could he have missed out on such small details?
After much thought, there was only one possibility. This man really hated her.
Since he hated her, why would he force the marriage?
His intentions were definitely not pure.
Song Qingli had a few more mouthfuls of millet congee. Now that there was something in her stomach, she had more strength but the anger in her chest had not died down yet.
After breakfast, she was led by the maidservants to try on the dresses. Several maidservants fought to serve her as if she was going to be the new young mistress. They were fighting for a chance to get on her good side.
But, Song Qingli wasn't used to having people wait on her so she waved her hand and got them to leave.
The man was waiting outside. When no one was around, he would always have a cold expression on his face, like the dark moon hanging in the night sky, shining with a faint light. He moved his wheelchair next to the window. While looking at him from behind, his shoulders and back stood out with a prominent outline.
After some time, the young girl pulled open the curtain and walked out. Her white hand fiddled with her black hair. She was wearing a french black waist-bound balloon dress. Her waist was slender and her long body stood upright like a piece of jade. It felt like a piece of fine silk being wrapped around a piece of jade. The scars on her wrists and ankles were covered by the dress.
"Shouldn't you tell me where we're going?" She always had an unruly temperament and was not someone to be trifled with. She looked quite polite whenever she was not talking but as soon as she opened her mouth… ummm... it would still be better when she was not talking.
The man turned around when he heard the voice. The girl's figure appeared in his calm black eyes and he was quite surprised.. she was like an autumn leaf that fell into a calm lake, creating ripples.
Xu Hao's eyes were also filled with amazement too. Seeing that the second young master didn't answer her, he spoke up instead "We'll be attending a concert, Miss Song. You do not have to be worried."
"I'm not worried. I just feel that the second young master should be more honest with me. I'll be more at ease." There was a hidden meaning in it but she didn't want to continue the conversation with them. She walked to the dressing table, sat down, and closed her eyes to rest, waiting for the makeup artist to put on her makeup.
Gu Zechuan retracted his gaze from her. The look in his eyes was still unreadable as Xu Hao pushed him out of the room.
By the time Song Qingli was done tidying up and went downstairs, Gu Zechuan was already waiting in the car. The man's side profile was incredible to look at and the light favoured him, highlighting his features. He was dressed in a formal suit and there was no blanket on his legs. His long legs were naturally bent and he even wore a pair of shiny leather shoes. His shoulders were wide while his waist was narrow, making him look more mature in a formal suit.
Under the cover of his trousers, his legs did not look like they had shrunk. If she did not see him in a wheelchair, she would not have been able to tell that he was a disabled man.
She always thought that they had to amputate his legs since he was paralyzed from the waist down but it turned out that she was wrong.
A trace of suspicion flashed across the young girl's face. How did he get into the chair? Was he carried up by that 'bamboo-looking' Xu Hao?
At the thought of a man hugging another, the young girl couldn't help but chuckle. Then, she lifted her legs and was prepared to get into the car but her heels were caught onto her dress. She staggered and pounced on the man who was inside the car.
Gu Zechuan wasn't completely unresponsive. Seeing how she was about to pounce on him, he subconsciously reached out his hand.
The man's body stiffened and his hand seemed to have touched something he shouldn't have. He slightly narrowed his eyes and lowered his gaze to look at the girl's ears, which were gradually turning red. After steadying herself, she bounced away at the speed of light. Her face was like a white cloud dyed with the sunset. The usual 'gangster' was now like a crayfish that had been poisoned mute.
"You..." She clutched onto her chest and wanted to curse but when she thought of how he was disabled and was only trying to catch her by reaching out, she kept quiet.
However, he did not apologise.
Even if it was an accident, he should have apologised.
Xu Hao felt that the atmosphere in the car was turning bad so he quickly got onto the driver's seat. He used his index finger to hook the door and was trying to close it softly, in order to make his presence as low as possible. Suddenly, the second young master's cold voice came from behind. "Drive."
"Yes, Sir!" Assistant Xu immediately became serious. Bang! He quickly closed the car door and started the engine.
The young girl glanced at the man beside her. His eyes were closed as placed his hands on his legs, pretending that nothing had happened.
But, she felt furious instead.
"Mr Gu, don't you have anything to say?"
Gu Zechuan slightly opened his eyes and there was a teasing look that appeared in his calm eyes. "I apologise for being slow-witted."
Song Qingli clenched her fists and suddenly raised her voice. "Gu Zechuan! Shouldn't you be apologising for accidentally touching it?"
"Your voice is loud and clear. Looks like you had quite a lot for breakfast."
"Of course. I couldn't even get an extra bowl of millet porridge. The Gu family is indeed a big shot here in City A!"
"That's my mistake."
The young girl and he didn't quarrel much because his words were always as calm as mountain spring water. Occasionally, there was an implied meaning in his words but the next sentence was bound to be a soft apology, extinguishing the flames halfway through the conversation.
Song Qingli stared at his warm and gentle face and gradually restrained her anger. Having a good-looking husband was also a fortunate matter. Whenever they quarrelled, looking at his face really calmed her anger. The young girl gritted her teeth and chuckled. " Mr Gu, you really have to polish your acting skills. You shouldn't call me Miss Song. I'm afraid it'll cause trouble if anyone else hears it. "
Gu Zechuan laughed silently. She was someone easy to read. If she was in a good mood, she would call him hubby. If she was in a bad mood, she would call her Mr Gu.