novelraw Chapter 122 The Little Liar
Chapter 122 The Little Liar
When the door to the lounge was pushed open, Lu Xiran was in a very standard "weak" pose—lying on her side on the sofa, one hand on her forehead, her brows slightly furrowed, and her breathing shallow.
She mentally gave herself a perfect score for her look.
Then she peeked through her fingers, trying to see who had come in—
It's Gu Yanshen!
Me!
personally!
Lu Xiran's mind went blank for a moment.
Shouldn't her secretary have come in to help her to her office? Why is it the person herself who's making the appearance? This isn't how the script is supposed to go!
Before she could even adjust her expression, he had already strode up to her.
Bend over.
Then she was lifted into the air.
Lu Xiran was stunned.
His embrace was firm, carrying that familiar scent of cedar. She was forced to nestle against his chest, and could clearly feel his heartbeat—through the fabric, thump-thump, much faster than usual.
What's he in such a hurry for?
She glanced at him furtively. His jawline was taut, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he stared straight ahead.
He paused at the office door.
"No one is allowed to talk about what happened today."
His tone was as cold as if it had been chilled to the bone.
Secretary Xiaotian nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Y-yes, I understand!"
Lu Xiran nestled in his arms, her ear tips turning a subtle red.
The office door opened and then closed.
He carried her through the outer room and pushed open a door—
Lu Xiran's eyes widened instantly.
This...this is the lounge?
It's outrageously luxurious.
It was larger than any five-star hotel suite she had ever stayed in. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered an entire wall, letting in the afternoon sun and casting a warm golden hue on the floor. In the center was a king-size bed with expensive-looking bedding. Next to it were separate sofa areas, a desk, and even a small bar.
capitalist.
Evil capitalists.
Lu Xiran silently condemned herself for three seconds before he gently placed her on the bed.
The mattress was so soft that she sank into it completely.
Comfortable.
Just as she was about to rub against him, she felt the back of his hand touch her forehead.
Warm. Covered in a thin callus.
"It's not hot," he said softly. "It's alright."
Lu Xiran's eyelashes trembled.
He turned to pour water.
She lay in bed, watching his back.
He had taken off his suit jacket sometime during the night, and was only wearing a shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of his forearm.
He returned with a glass of water and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He held the water glass to her lips.
"How are you? Feeling dizzy?"
Lu Xiran looked at him.
In those eyes, there was an anxiety she hadn't seen in a long time. Her brow was slightly furrowed, and there were a few bloodshot veins in her eyes—had she not slept well last night?
No, he did it last night...
She quickly stopped herself from making those connections.
He was worried about her.
I'm really worried.
It wasn't an act, it wasn't a performance; he genuinely thought she had low blood sugar, that she wasn't feeling well, and that she needed him.
Lu Xiran suddenly felt a little guilty.
She just wanted an excuse to go into the office, but she didn't expect him to be so nervous.
"No..." Her voice was a little weak, "I'll be fine after lying down for a while. You can go back to your work."
She turned her head away, not daring to look him in the eye.
He looked at her for a while.
Then he stood up and put the water glass on the bedside table.
"Call me if you need anything."
The door closed gently.
Lu Xiran stared at the door, her heart still pounding.
He was genuinely worried.
It wasn't just politeness or perfunctory politeness; I was genuinely afraid something might happen to her.
Lu Xiran suddenly felt a little sorry for him.
but!
She quickly suppressed her guilt.
Who told him to lock the master bedroom door? Who told him to hide it from her? Who told him to say those awful things this morning?
It was his fault.
It's all his fault!
She sat up confidently and headed straight for the safe.
Inside the elevator.
Gu Yanshen's phone vibrated.
Safe deposit box warning.
He stopped in his tracks.
Open the monitoring.
In the video, a thin figure is squatting in front of a safe, carefully turning the combination lock, his movements as focused as if he were doing scientific research.
—No dizziness.
—There is no weakness.
—There was no trace of hypoglycemia.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
She's alright.
Just fine.
Gu Yanshen stared at the screen.
A slow smile crept onto his lips.
It's very light.
But the tears kept welling up in my eyes.
—Little liar.
—His acting skills are getting better and better.
Gu Yanshen had just arrived at the conference room door when Xue Jingyan called.
Gu Yanshen's lips twitched.
"What's wrong?" Xue Jingyan's voice came through the receiver.
He was indeed worried about her earlier, and even considered having Xue Jingyan arrange a full check-up. But now, seeing her bouncing around and rummaging through things, that worry had long since vanished.
"It's alright now."
Xue Jingyan was taken aback.
"You..." He paused, "What good news is there today? You haven't been in such a good mood in a long time."
Gu Yanshen did not answer.
He glanced at the figure in the surveillance footage, and something softened in his eyes.
"I'm going to a meeting."
He hung up the phone, put away his phone, and walked into the conference room.
"continue."
His tone was indifferent, no different from usual.
But when he sat down, he took out his phone and put it on the table.
The screen is facing upwards.
The angle is just right.
Lu Xiran squatted in front of the safe, holding her breath.
After entering the last character of the password—
Click.
opened.
She froze for a moment, then almost jumped up.
Is it that easy?
Without thinking twice, she reached inside and rummaged through the latrine.
Files. A bunch of files.
Share certificates, contracts, and all sorts of things she didn't want to see.
There is no key.
Lu Xiran was a little disappointed.
But then I thought, who would put the key in a safe? That's so inconvenient.
I was just being stupid.
She squatted there, her mind racing.
Or... should we threaten him with these documents?
An image flashed through her mind: herself holding up the documents, arrogantly telling Gu Yanshen—"Are you handing over the keys or not?! If not, I'll tear all of this up!"
Then she anticipated his reaction.
He would look at her coldly.
He said, "Tear."
Then turned and left.
She was left alone with the document, unsure whether to tear it up or not.
……never mind.
She resigned herself to her fate and began searching elsewhere.
I looked through drawers, cabinets, bookshelves, and even under the bed.
No.
There was nothing there.
Lu Xiran sat on the ground, feeling somewhat dejected.
In the conference room.
Gu Yanshen looked down at the report when his phone screen lit up.
He opened the surveillance footage.
In the video, the figure is lying on the ground, looking under the bed.
A slight smile curved the corners of his mouth.
It was quickly suppressed again.
Three minutes later, he glanced at it again.
This time she was rummaging through the drawers.
After flipping through one page, she pouted and flipped through the next one.
Gu Yanshen lowered his head, his finger lightly tapping on the report.
Five minutes later, he glanced at it again.
She sat down on the ground.
Her hair was a bit messy, and she looked utterly dejected.
Gu Yanshen lowered his eyes.
But if you look closely, you'll notice a hint of a smile in his eyes.
It's very light.
But no matter what I did, I couldn't suppress it.
Lin Chen's WeChat message popped up.
Tone it down a bit. Otherwise, others will find out.
Gu Yanshen raised his head.
The managers across from him were looking down at their documents, and no one was paying attention to him.
He put away his phone without any expression.
But the thumb of the hand holding the phone was gently stroking the screen.
One at a time.
It looked like he was touching someone's face.