Don't try to be tough at this time, after Dad's anger subsides, I'll have a good chat with him. In the face of Gu Xijun's stubbornness, Gu Boqiao only sighed continuously from the side.
Cheng Zihao, who was sitting on the sofa drinking black tea and waiting, finally couldn't help but want to end this farce. He buttoned up his suit and walked to Gu Xijun's side in stride, exuding a calm and steady aura.
Xiao Jun doesn't need your money because she has me by her side. Cheng Zihao's voice was cold and clear, and his face had a condescension that people could not refuse.
This man who had appeared after Gu Xijun was either silent or a revelation. Gu Bo Qiao looked at him with a defensive gaze and questioned, Who are you?
With a stretch of her long arm, Gu Xijun's soft body crashed into Cheng Zihao's embrace. A mocking smile appeared on his face and his attitude was arrogant: I am Xiao Jun's boyfriend.
Boyfriend, Xiaojun when will you...
I'm sure you don't care when you made a boyfriend as good as me, Mr. Gu. If you really love your sister, how could you let her stay alone in the city without caring? It's probably because you're worried that if you go against Mr. Gu's wishes, you won't get any benefits, right? Cheng Zihao hit the nail on the head, his disdainful gaze sweeping over Gu Bo Qiao's dark face.
The atmosphere instantly froze into ice, Gu Bo Qiao was so angry that his face turned black, he grabbed Gu Xijun's arm and tried to get out of Cheng Zihao's embrace, but she shrugged it off fiercely.
Let go of me! Gu Xijun coldly roared.
Xiao Jun, stop being capricious! Gu Bo Qiao seemed to be completely enraged and hissed, Do you know how much loss you have brought to the company because of your capriciousness?
Gu Xijun raised her head to face the man who was a cut taller than herself, her anger suppressed still unable to hide the despair in her heart, sneered and said: Cheng Zihao is right, you don't treat me as a sister at all.
Slap! The sound cut through the stalemate, and Gu Bo Qiao finally couldn't help but slap Gu Xijun. The hot palm caused his heart to feel a pain like suffocation, and it was only when he looked at the clear red marks on Gu Xijun's cheeks that he woke up as if from a dream.
Xiaojun, I...
Enough! Gu Xijun covered her fiery cheeks and hissed, Even my mom hasn't hit me since I was a kid, I hate you!
Gu Xijun's heart was like ashes, and in despair and desolation, she looked at Gu Boqiao one last time and turned to run toward the door before her tears fell.
Xiao Jun! Gu Bo Qiao looked at the figure that gradually disappeared in the doorway and wanted to chase after it, but was blocked by Cheng Zihao.
Don't chase her, she won't come back, leave her alone to calm down. He laughed coldly and said in a calm and very eerie tone. Without waiting for Gu Bo Qiao to reply, he had already disappeared into the empty villa immediately afterward.
Sitting in the spacious sports car, Gu Xijun stared blankly out of the window and fell into boundless contemplation. Cheng Zihao remained silent all the way, knowing that no matter what he said, the stubborn woman would not listen.
It was already 9:30 pm when he returned to the neighborhood. Cheng Zihao parked the car in the neighborhoods ou, and found that Gu Xijun had already fallen asleep leaning on the passenger seat, with undried tearstains hanging from the corners of her eyes.
Ever since she stepped out of the Gu family home, she had collected the anger in her body and hugged her knees in silence. This perverse calmness, on the contrary, made Cheng Zihao feel terrible.
A woman's anger would explode in silence if it didn't disappear in silence. And in Gu Xijun's case, it would be the latter.
Perhaps this return to the South City was too much of a blow to her, and the emotions that haunted her body in a downturn made Cheng Zihao's heart ache. He turned off the car and carefully loosened the seatbelt, his fingers sliding over her raised butterfly bone, slightly cool.
He carefully pulled Gu Xijun's scattered sideburns behind her ears, revealing her small, white earlobes. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her sleeping, but almost every time, it was with a frown full of worry.
Cheng Zihao had an impulse to smooth her willowy eyebrows, but at the moment his fingers touched them, the thin, cicada-like eyelashes trembled gently, then opened his bloodshot eyes.
Arrived? Gu Xijun asked calmly. She hadn't heard her hoarse cries along the way, but they were hoarse at the moment, causing Cheng Zihao's heart to clench inexplicably. She sat up straight and glanced out the window, the dim streetlights blinding the woman's side face with a soft light.
It's here, I'll accompany you upstairs. Cheng Zihao just wanted to push the door and get out of the car, but Gu Xijun's cold fingers grabbed his wrist. Cheng Zihao, leave me alone, please. If you follow, I'll feel even worse.
Helpless voice low as abandoned small wild cat, Cheng Zihao want to continue to say something, the woman beside him has already organized the messy clothes on the body, push the door to drill out of the car.
Under the ink-thick night color, the woman's lonesome back was dragged by the streetlights. Every step she took seemed to take all the strength in her body, yet there was a kind of indefinable obstinacy.
Cheng Zihao opened the window, fumbled around in the drawer of the car, and pulled out a cigarette case and lit one, but did not inhale it. Only when the single figure disappeared from sight did he start the car and leave.