Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 578 - 254. [Summer of Dew] The Beginning of a Dead End._3

Only when you wake up from a dream, do you realize that those ethereal and elusive affections are actually illusions."Good sisters should share hardships together," Lin Chu laughed softly, hooking Wanxia’s arm, "Wanwan, you’ve returned to An City, I won’t be alone anymore, it’s wonderful."

Her voice was very low, with a bit of hoarseness.

The noise from outside the car window was chaotic, and there was wind, the words Lin Chu spoke only reached Wanxia’s ears.

The Ji Family was gone, and so was the Lin Family, they were both all alone.

...

Lunch was made by the servant, dinner was cooked by Wanxia.

Because Lin Chu said she missed the taste of the dishes Ji used to make, and Pea chimed in.

Lin Chu’s request could completely be ignored, what Wanxia couldn’t refuse was the soft and cute Pea Princess, resigning herself to change clothes, put on an apron, wash her hands, and cook.

This dinner ended with Lin Chu’s picky comments and Pea’s serious rebuttals.

The night was deep, the moonlight was hazy.

Pea sat on the carpet staring intently at the cartoon, while Wanxia and Lin Chu each held a cup of tea, chatting on the sofa.

They hadn’t seen each other for five years, but it wasn’t a tearful heart-to-heart, rather they leaned together casually, talking about anything and everything.

For example, "The soup you just made was a bit salty," "With your figure wearing my clothes is such a waste," "It looks like your chest shrank," "Your nose is crooked" and such.

As if those five years of absence had never existed.

Wanxia took a sip of tea and seemingly casually asked, "When did you become Mrs. Lu again?"

Outside the detention center, Lun Jun called her: Madam.

"Probably it was..." Lin Chu tilted her head, thinking, "around this time last year."

The impressive Mr. Lu found her and discovered she had a four-year-old son, Mr. Lu’s expression back then was so furious it was beyond words.

When going to the civil affairs bureau to remarry, Lin Chu was dragged there by Lu Huai’an, the staff would probably never forget that scene in their lifetime.

Wanxia laughed mockingly, "Does he love you?"

Lin Chu also smiled, "Maybe he still felt embarrassed about being forced into marriage by me back then, so to restore his dignity as a man, he forced me once too."

With only her left from the Lin Family, Lu Huai’an could only use her son as leverage against her.

The little girl in the cartoon had short, ear-length hair, Pea crawled up from the carpet giggling, puffing as she ran to the sofa.

One chubby hand pointed to her own little head, the other pointing to Lin Chu, in a childish voice she said, "Auntie, we’re the same."

Lin Chu glanced at the soft and cute Pea, then at the cartoon playing on the TV.

Then, she gently ruffled Pea’s hair and put on a motherly smile, "No, no, Auntie’s is more fashionable."

And with that, the conversation died.

Pea felt the adults didn’t understand her world, so she huffed proudly, crossing her arms and ignoring them.

Whatever she did, in Wanxia’s eyes, was adorable.

Her lips involuntarily curled into a smile, "Is the detention center so comfortable, are you stupid?"

Every few months, she’d have to go there, how could her hair have grown long.

Lin Chu nonchalantly chuckled, lazily running her fingers through her short hair, "Then I’ll try to endure in the future, after all, I’m so kind-hearted, I can’t bear to leave you alone in this city."

...

The deadline Lu Huai’an gave was ten o’clock in the evening.

If she hadn’t returned to that golden cage by ten, Little Qi Ming would be sent to a place where she could never see him again.

After all, she never doubted the extent of Lu Huai’an’s ruthlessness and cruelty.

As soon as she walked into the yard, Lin Chu saw a black sports car parked outside the iron gate, the streetlamp’s light was dim, the man leaning against the car smoking had his head slightly lowered, his features hidden in the shadows.

A lit cigarette was between his fingers, with flickering light and dark embers.

Lin Chu asked with a somewhat mocking smile, "Is this a new way Mr. Gu learns to flirt?"

Her voice was pleasant to hear, especially when she was mocking someone, crisp and melodic, like a nightingale.

Gu Shaozhi lifted his eyes, glanced briefly at Lin Chu, and ignored her sarcasm, instead fixing his gaze on Wanxia’s gentle face.

His distinct features carried no emotions worth delving into, only his dark eyes appeared deeper than usual, possibly because his whole body was enveloped by endless darkness.