They weren't. Gu Bo Qiao pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose, his expression calm, his eyes flashing with a hint of helplessness. His gaze flickered from Cheng Zihao behind him, quickly returning to the face that bore a slight resemblance to his own, and calmly parsed, Xiao Jun, stop it, it's not a reality you can change.
Gu Xijun sat down beside Gu Boqiao, grief covering her pale face. ''Brother, why did you spend all your efforts to defend and deceive me? Do you treat me like a sister?
The anger-filled questioning made Gu Bo Qiao's eyebrows almost knit together. He looked at his sister, who had been away from home for half a year, and said frankly, I don't want you to lose face again at the wedding banquet.
A simple paraphrase has long clarified Gu Bo Qiao's position.
Isn't he ashamed? Marrying a woman younger than his own daughter, can he stand up to his dead mom? Gu Xijun's emotions grew more and more agitated, reddening her pale little face and roaring out of breath, They must still be right, don't lie to me!
The atmosphere was as cold as ice and frost, and Gu Bo Qiao's originally gentle voice became stern: Xiao Jun, stop it, they really aren't at home!
For some reason, the moment Gu Xijun stepped into her home, reason had been left behind. She was so agitated that she bounced up from the sofa, regardless of Gu Bo Qiao's persuasion, and angrily ran towards the bedroom on the second floor.
She opened all the bedroom doors like a madwoman, trying to find any sign of her father, yet again and again she fell short. Stumbling feet made their way down the deep, long corridor to the end, and by the time she opened the last door, the loss and pain she felt deep down inside, had reached a breaking point.
Gu Bo Qiao, who was standing behind her, sighed and held Gu Xijun's shoulders, which were constantly trembling due to her anger, and said in a consoling voice: Xiao Jun, he is our father after all...
No wonder Gu Bo Qiao had no intention of finding her home after six months away from home. It turned out that the room that had once belonged to himself had been converted into that woman's private lounge. The wide array of clothes and jewelry, as well as the fitness equipment, all revealed how much Gu Weiye loved that woman.
Brother, none of you ever expected me to come home, did you? Gu Xijun's feet floated, and luckily she was held by the man behind her so that she didn't fall. In his heart, there is no longer a daughter like us, right?
The voice of despair, full of pain and bitterness, was a grief that onlookers could not understand. For the first time, Gu Xijun felt how naive she had been to return to South City, and that there was no place for her in this family.
She said she insisted on settling all her things here to make it easier to take care of Dad... Dad has had people redecorate the room on the third floor, all your things are there, we've been waiting for you to come back... Gu Bo Qiao's face was very uncomfortable, and when he met his sister's desperate face, his heart was like overturning a bottle of five flavors.
In fact, Gu Weiye's anger hadn't dissipated, and everything in the room was what Gu Boqiao had insisted on keeping.
Over the past six months, he had secretly inquired about his sister's whereabouts without Gu Weiye's knowledge. Only later did his heart settle down when he learned that she had bought an apartment in Hai City and found a suitable job.
Gu Weiye's rage over the Half Moon Bay matter had reached an irreversible point. Every time he mentioned Gu Xijun, all he got in return was harsh and angry scoldings. Gu Baiqiao was weak by nature, used to tolerating again and again, and would only endure in silence.
Things had reached such a point that the need to question had been lost. Gu Xijun didn't know how she walked down the stairs, her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out, without any weight, without breathing, and no longer feeling the heartache.
Xiaojun, take this bank card. If you're alone, it's easier to have more money on hand. Gu Bo Qiao took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over, but there was a delay in getting a response.
The silence froze for a long time before Gu Xijun slowly turned around, shook off Gu Bo Qiao's hand, and refused word for word through clenched teeth, saying, I don't want it!