Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 552 - 248. [Dew Summer]: Wanwan, are you coming back to take revenge on me? _4

Wanxia removed the bothersome shawl, draping it loosely over her arm. The strap of her spaghetti strap dress slipped off her shoulder due to the movement, revealing a hint of her beautiful figure."After thinking it over carefully, I find Mr. Gu more attractive."

As she spoke, she blinked playfully, her delicate features full of a smile. Her long hair, tied up at the back, came loose, and a few strands floated in the air with the breeze.

In this dim light, it became the most tempting allure.

Like an addict drawn to drugs, Gu Shaozhi couldn’t help but want to get closer to her, and he did just that.

However, there was an unexpected resistance.

When he looked down, what met Gu Shaozhi’s gaze was a little girl as delicate as a doll.

Pea leaned softly against Wanxia’s leg, sleepy-eyed, tilting her head back to look at the man much taller than her, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, can you open the door? I want to sleep."

Looking at this exquisite little person, Gu Shaozhi actually experienced a brief mental blank.

Wanxia crouched down, gathering the tilting Pea into her arms, with a light laugh, "What’s wrong, Mr. Gu, have you seen my brother’s daughter?"

"I don’t remember," even though Gu Shaozhi could sense the sarcasm in the woman’s words, he answered her question seriously, "Just looks somewhat... familiar."

The Mu Family protected the child very well, with no media capturing a full-face photo.

It was impossible for him to have seen her.

Pea held onto Wanxia’s neck, proudly raising her chin, "Mommy says beautiful people all look like me."

Mu Angge was only three years old. Although her facial features hadn’t fully developed, it was already clear she was a burgeoning beauty.

Her mother, Nan Wan, is known for her exceptional beauty. Although her comment was cheeky, no one could refute it.

Indeed, it makes sense.

Gu Shaozhi couldn’t tear his eyes away, gazing into the little girl’s eyes. The hidden hostility between his brows faded completely, replaced by gentleness.

"Can you tell Uncle your name?"

"She’s called Mu Angge, so Mr. Gu," Wanxia seemed unwilling to discuss further, changed the subject, smiling alluringly, "May I borrow your house for a few days?"

Exhausted, Pea lay on her shoulder, and Gu Shaozhi could only see the child’s back.

His gaze lifted and met the woman’s enchanting eyes, a subtle arc formed on his lips as he said leisurely, "I’m not short of money. How does Miss Ji intend to pay the rent?"

"Coincidentally, I don’t have much money either," Wanxia lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, "If Mr. Gu doesn’t mind, could I... offer myself as rent?"

She wanted Shen Weiyi to fall from his peak to the depths, to taste the sensation of hell, to meet Xia Qian.

There wasn’t a sharper knife than him.

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Morning.

The sunlight filtered through the layered leaves, scattering on the ground like stars. Before the scorching sun blazed in Qing City, the temperature was quite pleasant.

Gu Shaozhi leaned against the car, his deep black eyes subtly lined with red veins. Stubble faintly shadowed on his chin, his handsome face, crafted as if by God, appeared slightly weary.

Still clad in yesterday’s shirt and perfectly pressed black suit pants, he stood with a slightly bowed head, lost in thought, exuding an air of unapproachable grace from afar.

Yet, beneath his feet, cigarette butts lay strewn across the ground.

He watched as new servants entered the villa, saw them return with groceries, and occasionally heard children’s voices when the door opened to take out the trash.

Sometimes it was crying, sometimes laughter.

The phone in the car rang repeatedly, but he acted as if he heard nothing. After smoking each cigarette, he’d raise his head and glance towards the villa’s gate.

From night to dawn, and then from dawn to dusk.

When Wanxia left, she wore a dress even more casual than the previous day. It was still a vibrant red, but it had a V-neck design, and the hem reached only mid-thigh.

"Miss Ji, heading out?"

The man’s voice was hoarse and gravelly, an outcome of sleepless nights and excessive smoking.

"Yes," Wanxia hadn’t even approached when the strong scent of smoke hit her nose.

Her makeup was meticulously applied, and as she curved her lips into a soft smile, she resembled a poisonous poppy, "Mr. Gu, not going home to sleep at night, what are you doing here?"

"For some reason, it feels like a dream," Gu Shaozhi had a slight arc at the corner of his lips. He wanted so much to follow through with his instincts and pull the woman into his arms, but he did nothing, "I needed to confirm with my own eyes once more to believe it was real."

Perhaps it was the depths of the man’s gaze, or maybe it was the captivating pull of each word he spoke.

For a moment, Wanxia was distracted but quickly regained her composure, lightly smiling, "That’s good, I just happen to be looking for you."

"Looking for me?" A low, slow laugh rumbled from Gu Shaozhi’s throat, his voice husky and sensuous, "To collect the rent?"

Wanxia nodded, "In a way, but I have additional terms."

The man continued to lean against the car, so she moved closer, leaving just a paper-thin gap between their lips.

The smile in her eyes danced, "After all, I’m so beautiful. If word gets out that Mr. Gu only provides a few days of accommodation to sleep with me, it would severely affect my future business."

As she spoke, her cherry red lips would occasionally brush against the man’s lips, retreating the next second after a brief touch.

It made one’s heart itch.

Gu Shaozhi flicked away the cigarette stub between his fingers, his large hand gripping the woman’s slender waist. In the blink of an eye, their positions were reversed.

His voice lowered even further, "A businessman never makes a losing deal. Miss Ji must let me inspect the goods first."

"Outdoors?" Wanxia, pressed against the car before his kiss could land, tilted her head, enchantment brimming in her eyes, "Four years apart, Mr. Gu’s tastes have become this heavy?"

...

By the bedroom’s bedside hung a wedding photo of the two.

Wanxia seemed oblivious as she stood barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly gazing at the boundless night outside.

It took Gu Shaozhi less than ten minutes from starting his shower to exiting the bathroom, during which the bottle of red wine on the table was finished.

The darkness in his eyes lingered only for a few seconds.

He walked to the bedside, wrapped an arm around the woman’s slender waist, and rested his chin in the nape of her neck, greedily absorbing her unique scent.

He chuckled lowly, "Living in my house and stealing my wine, Miss Ji, are you planning to never leave my bed?"