novelraw Chapter 110 The Big Scumbag
Chapter 110 The Big Scumbag
With a simple sidestep and a swift swing of his long arm, Gu Yanshen pulled the person who was about to dart to the door back.
Lu Xiran felt a tightness around her waist, and was spun around before her back bumped into a warm embrace.
"Trying to run away?"
His voice came down from above her head, tinged with a low laugh. His breath was right next to her ear, hot and ticklish.
"It's not that easy."
Lu Xiran froze.
His arm was still wrapped around her waist, and through the thin fabric, she could feel the warmth of his palm. They were too close.
She was so close that she could smell the familiar scent of cedarwood, so close that she could touch his chin with just a slight tilt of her head.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Then she turned around fiercely and glared at him.
"I want this house!"
The tone was fierce, but because they were so close, it sounded like she was being coquettish.
Gu Yanshen looked down at her.
Looking at her wide eyes, slightly pouting lips, and that expression that clearly showed she was guilty but was putting on a brave face.
He let go.
"This won't work."
His voice softened, but he still looked at her.
"This property is premarital property."
Lu Xiran immediately deflated.
All of his properties are premarital assets.
She lowered her eyes, stepped out of his embrace, and walked to the sofa.
His gaze fell on the blanket on the sofa.
"I bought this," she looked up at him, "Why don't you exchange it?"
"It works well."
Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment.
"Of course," she said, looking down at the blanket, her voice softening, "You have allergies, so I spent a long time choosing this one."
three years ago.
When she first moved in, she discovered he was allergic to certain materials. From then on, she carefully selected everything in the house. Sheets, duvet covers, towels, blankets—she touched, checked, and confirmed every single item before daring to buy it.
No wonder he couldn't bear to throw it away.
Perhaps I'm just overthinking it.
Lu Xiran's fingers paused on the blanket.
Then she looked up at him.
"You're keeping my things," she said, a hint of probing in her eyes, "Song Zhihe doesn't mind?"
Gu Yanshen's expression paused for a moment.
"She..." He looked away, his voice even fainter, "She doesn't come here."
Lu Xiran's heart sank a little.
I don't come here.
What does that mean?
Is it that she doesn't want to come back to the place she used to live?
Or are they... dating somewhere else?
Lu Xiran thought of that villa.
Song Zhihe said it was a wedding room given to her.
Lu Xiran suddenly felt a little wronged.
An inexplicable sense of grievance.
Forget it.
Jin Qiqi is still waiting for her.
Lu Xiran lowered her eyes and turned to walk towards the door.
"Xi Ran".
His voice came from behind me.
She stopped in her tracks.
He didn't turn around.
"What's wrong?"
There was a few seconds of silence.
Then she heard him say:
"I... will change my password later."
Lu Xiran was stunned.
Change password?
She turned around abruptly and looked at him.
Gu Yanshen stood there, his expression unreadable.
Lu Xiran suddenly felt very angry.
I got angry for no reason.
I'm so angry!
"You should have changed long ago!"
She said those words, opened the door, and left without looking back.
The door slammed shut behind me.
Lu Xiran started the car and drove out of the garage.
Outside the car window, the night was deep.
She gripped the steering wheel, feeling increasingly aggrieved.
What exactly does he mean?
Change password?
Are you afraid she'll go back to the house?
She recalled the scene from just now—he stood in front of the bedroom door, refusing to let her in. What was inside that locked door that she couldn't see?
He's now saying he wants to change his password...
Lu Xiran bit her lip.
While she was in the car, a wicked thought popped into her head: she would sneak back to see him tomorrow after he went to work.
Just one glance.
Although it was his house.
But she just wanted to go and see.
I just want to go and see it, without any reason or justification.
But now he wants to change his password!
It's obvious they're keeping an eye on her!
Although he should have been on guard...
After all, they are already divorced.
After all, she had already entered someone else's residence without permission.
He should be blamed for not changing his password!
and so……
It seems like he didn't do anything wrong by changing his password?
Lu Xiran tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.
Do not!
He went too far!
He's just wary of her!
Although... he has the right to be wary of her.
But she was just angry!
Lu Xiran took a deep breath and then exhaled.
The red light ahead was on, and she stepped on the brake.
The car stopped.
She stared at the red light, the image still swirling in her mind.
What exactly is in his bedroom?
Why are you blocking her from seeing?
—And that blanket, when he said it was "useful," his tone was so indifferent. Was it really just because it was useful?
—What does it mean when he says Song Zhihe isn't coming?
The green light is on.
The car behind honked.
Lu Xiran snapped out of her daze and stepped on the gas.
Forget it.
forget about it.
Thinking too much is a waste of energy.
Anyway—
Anyway, Gu Yanshen is a bastard.
You big jerk.
Scumbag!
Lu Xiran parked the car in a parking space in the Jin family's courtyard and turned off the engine.
Sitting in the car, facing the windshield, she cursed again:
"Gu Yanshen, you bastard."
After she finished yelling, she pushed open the car door and got out.
As they walked toward the Jin family's house, their pace slowed down.
—But the way he hugged her just now…
—That phrase, "It's not that easy"...
—And the way he looked at her…
Lu Xiran shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts.
forget about it.
I really don't want to anymore.
Jin Qiqi's eyes lit up the moment she saw her:
"Ranran! Where's the jewelry? Where's the jewelry?!"
Lu Xiran held up the jewelry box in her hand.
Jin Qiqi cheered and pulled her inside.
Lu Xiran was being pulled along, and a smile finally appeared on her face.
Jin Qiqi turned around in front of the mirror, her diamond necklace sparkling under the light.
"Ranran," she asked while taking pictures, "did the divorce agreement stipulate that all these pieces of jewelry were given to you?"
Lu Xiran leaned back on the sofa and shook her head.
He said he didn't write it down.
"Didn't he write it down?" Jin Qiqi stopped and turned to look at her. "So he just gave it to you directly?"
Lu Xiran nodded.
Jin Qiqi looked at her thoughtfully.
"Ranran," she hesitated for a moment, then softened her voice, "Actually... Yanxu and I talked about it privately."
"Your uncle's treatment of Song Zhihe is completely different from his treatment of you."
Lu Xiran's heart skipped a beat.
"I didn't dare to say it before," Jin Qiqi looked at her, her eyes filled with a hint of caution, "because I was afraid of hurting you. But he just... agrees to everything you ask."
I'll agree to anything.
Lu Xiran recalled the tone in his voice when he asked, "Which sets do you want?"
"Yanxu said," Jin Qiqi continued, "that Uncle won't let us touch any of Grandma's things."
She paused.
"But he said he'd give you this set of jewelry, so he did."
Lu Xiran lowered her eyes.
My fingers unconsciously clenched the sofa cushion.
"Ranran," Jin Qiqi's voice was even softer, "when you two were together, he wanted to be by your side 24/7."
"But now..."
She paused for a moment.
"The two of them don't live together."
"Every time they appear together, it makes headlines."
Jin Qiqi's words fell one by one.
Like Mars.
It landed on the pile of ashes that Lu Xiran was desperately trying to suppress in her heart.