Song Zhen was dissatisfied that she merely rested her hand on his shoulder.
His large hand pulled her small one, dragging it down until she was bending at the waist, and his upper body snuggled into her embrace. Only then did he grasp her hand contentedly, maintaining this closeness.
Gu Xinzhou's face was burning up.
In the past, when she fancied him, he was so serious and unapproachable, never exuding this kind of shameless vibe.
Why had he suddenly become like this?
The seriousness was a facade, his inner slyness was his true nature, and being unapproachable was an illusion that dissipated until even his coldness vanished.
Song Zhen opened his eyes suddenly.
He turned on his side, resting on her legs and looking up at her, "Don't let your mind wander, I'm only like this with you."
Gu Xinzhou was speechless, "I'm not letting my mind wander."
"You've been sighing all the way here, acting as if marrying me is such a grievance. Isn't that letting your mind wander?"
Song Zhen stretched out his arms, wrapping them around her waist.
Gu Xinzhou, startled, didn't dare to move and gently pushed him, "What are you doing? Don't… don't behave like this."
"Wife~" Song Zhen, with eyes closed and a slightly husky voice, said, "Since my mom passed away until now, it's been so many years, no one's held me."
A sourness struck Gu Xinzhou's nose, she inexplicably felt heartache.
She remembered him on the attic that year, his desolate, sorrowful, and desperate figure.
He hated his stepmother so much, loathed every home wrecker that destroyed a family, and she, not wanting such a perfect older brother to see her in the same light, to treat her with hostility, lied.
Yet, it was that same older brother who had risen step by step from adversity.
"Song Zhen, I understand you are not a cold person by nature; it's the world that's too cold, having forced you to become cold. I also understand why you act differently around me, because you let down all your pretenses with me, allowing yourself to relax and be yourself."
As Gu Xinzhou spoke, her little hand gently brushed across his cheek.
Looking at him, seeing the surprise in his eyes, she smiled and gently covered his eyes with her hand.
She leaned forward.
A gentle kiss landed on his forehead.
"Song Zhen, we got married today. This kiss is like a wedding gift from your mom, blessing your future life to get better and better, and hoping you always remember, to listen to your wife!"
After Gu Xinzhou finished speaking, she immediately felt a burning heat in her palm.
She nervously tried to pull her hand away.
But Song Zhen quickly caught her wrist, not allowing her to remove her hand from his eyes.
She could distinctly feel the sticky dampness.
She could clearly sense the fluctuations in his emotions.
In the end, Gu Xinzhou bent down and hugged him tightly, so very tightly.
From now on, for the rest of our lives, with you, with me.
The ringtone of the phone broke this rare sweetness.
Gu Xinzhou sat up, and so did Song Zhen, who pulled out his phone and swiped the screen, "Baobao?"
Gu Xinzhou leaned forward anxiously.
Song Zhen immediately followed with, "Don't be afraid, daddy is coming right over!"
He instructed the driver to bring the car to Gu Xinzhou's villa, then earnestly explained to her, "Baobao called, saying that your father and your grandmother had an argument, and now grandma is locked in the room, not eating or drinking, while your father stands guard at the door. Baobao said he's very scared."
"I'll just go back; you hurry and take care of George." Gu Xinzhou was also worried about the situation, "It's all dad's fault. Today, he paid the taxes and fines for Gu Xinfei, totaling more than six million, a sum grandma saved over so many years by scrimping and saving. Naturally, she couldn't bear hearing the news."