novelraw Chapter 127 Do we have to look at the date?
Chapter 127 Do we have to look at the date?
When Lu Xiran woke up the next day, the sunlight had already filled half of the bed.
There was nothing beside him.
She paused for a moment, then noticed a note on the bedside table.
It is Gu Yanshen's handwriting.
"I've already asked Lin Chen to help you get a day off. You can sleep in a little later."
There was another line of smaller text below, which seemed to have been added after some hesitation:
"The timer is off."
Lu Xiran stared at the line of text for three seconds.
Then he laughed.
It was turned off on time.
He got up in the middle of the night and turned off her phone alarm, just so she could sleep a little longer.
This man...
They say they're in a "romantic relationship," but their actions tell a different story.
Lu Xiran folded the note and stuffed it under her pillow.
A lover is fine.
Anyway, she knew that he cared about her a hundred times more than he said he did.
As for Song Zhihe?
Lu Xiran leaned against the headboard and thought about the question seriously.
Should she feel guilty?
After all, in name only, Song Zhihe is his fiancée.
But three years ago, Song Zhihe went to her wedding as a bridesmaid and put her underwear on her wedding bed—she hadn't forgotten that.
Furthermore, Song Zhihe drugged Gu Yanshen during the duration of her marriage with him!
She shouldn't feel guilty.
After all, they're not married yet.
Lu Xiran recalled that day in the corridor when Song Kexin said, "Wait until your private photos are posted online," with that smug look on her face.
Lu Xiran tilted her head and suddenly found it a bit funny.
If Song Kexin hadn't drugged her, how would she have had the chance to be misunderstood by her uncle, break through Gu Yanshen's defenses, and put on that act? How would she have had the chance to make Gu Yanshen believe she was drugged? How would she have had the chance—
She pursed her lips, her ear tips turning slightly red.
Well, actually I should thank her.
Lu Xiran rubbed her temples.
forget about it.
Thinking too much gives me a headache.
A lover is fine.
As long as you stay by his side, you'll have a chance.
— Enter the master bedroom.
Let's see what he's hiding.
Last night, she had planned to sneak out after he fell asleep. But he held her too tightly, as if afraid she would run away. In that warm embrace, smelling his familiar scent, her once clear mind grew increasingly hazy.
So comfortable.
I don't want to move.
I don't want to get up.
Then--
She fell asleep.
Lu Xiran quickly washed and dressed, then went to work looking beautiful.
She hadn't really done much grooming—she'd just washed her face and casually tied her hair up. But when she stood in front of the mirror, she paused for a second.
The person in the mirror radiates light from the corners of their eyes and brows. It's not the kind of light that comes from makeup; it shines from within, impossible to hide.
She leaned closer to take a look.
Her skin had a faint pinkish hue, her lips were redder than usual, and even her eyes seemed softer.
She suddenly remembered the scenes from last night, and her face flushed again.
But she still couldn't help but smile slightly at herself in the mirror.
good looking.
Even she herself felt that way.
Soon after arriving at the office, Fang Rui came over.
"Emma!"
She lowered her voice, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent.
"What good news? I've seen you smirking the whole time."
Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment.
Have it?
She subconsciously touched her face.
It seems... it's getting a little out of control.
"It's nothing." She lowered her head, pretending to flip through some documents.
"Nothing?" Fang Rui drawled, "Emma, do you know, the expression on your face when you came in just now was like...
She thought for a moment and found a precise description:
"Just like a little fox that has stolen some honey."
Lu Xiran: "..."
Is she that obvious?
Just as I was about to say something, I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye.
Song Kexin.
She walked past them in her high heels, her eyes fixed straight ahead, as if she hadn't seen them at all.
Lu Xiran looked up at her.
I suddenly felt like laughing.
That night, with that spiked drink, should Song Kexin be waiting for "good news"? Waiting to see her private photos fly everywhere?
The results of it?
Lu Xiran is sitting here perfectly fine now, looking better than anyone else.
She wanted to say something sarcastic.
The words were already on the tip of my tongue.
Then she remembered—
My uncle said, "Don't stay at the Gu Group for too long."
Gu Yanshen said, "It's a romantic relationship."
It's best to keep their relationship a secret from others as much as possible.
Lu Xiran swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Forget it.
Keep a low profile.
She lowered her head and continued flipping through the documents.
Lu Xiran pushed open the door with a coffee cup in her hand and saw Song Kexin leaning against the window, surrounded by three or five interns.
She was speaking animatedly, her eyebrows dancing with excitement. The interns listened intently, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise.
Lu Xiran didn't want to listen.
But Song Kexin's voice insisted on getting into her ears.
"...Really, who in the industry doesn't know? She forced him to marry her by getting pregnant. Then she lost the baby, and Mr. Gu immediately kicked her out. Now she's desperately trying to get back to Gu's Group. What is she trying to do? Everyone knows!"
Someone burst out laughing.
Lu Xiran paused in her steps.
Then she continued walking toward the coffee machine.
"If I were her," Song Kexin's voice rose even louder, "I would have crawled into a hole in the ground long ago. How thick-skinned must a discarded ex-wife be to keep hanging around her ex-husband every day?"
Lu Xiran pressed the button on the coffee machine.
Hot water is poured into the cup, producing a low hum.
"And did you know?" Song Kexin lowered her voice, just enough for everyone to hear, "it's not even certain whether the child she was pregnant with back then was actually Mr. Gu's..."
Lu Xiran's hand stopped.
The tea room was quiet for a second.
The expressions on the interns' faces became subtle.
Lu Xiran put down her coffee cup.
Turn around.
Step by step, I walked towards Song Kexin.
The high heels clicked on the floor slowly, one sound at a time.
But it's very heavy.
Song Kexin watched her walk over, her smile froze for a moment, then she raised her chin again.
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
Lu Xiran stopped in front of her.
Very close.
She was so close that Song Kexin could see the slight coldness in her eyes.
"What did you just say?" Lu Xiran's voice was very soft. "Say it again."
Song Kexin felt a little intimidated by that gaze.
But she didn't back out.
With so many people watching, she couldn't back down.
"I'm saying," she raised her chin, "that child you had back then, it's still not certain whose it was—"
“Pah!”
The crisp sound silenced the entire tea room.
The coffee in the cup was still swirling, and the sunlight was still streaming in through the window, but time seemed to have been paused.
Everyone was stunned.
Song Kexin covered her face, stared wide-eyed at the person in front of her in disbelief.
His eyes held shock, anger, and a hint of fear that he couldn't hide.
"You...you dare hit me?"
Lu Xiran looked at her.
His gaze was as calm as a stagnant pool.
next second.
“Pah!”
He slapped her again with his backhand.
It was louder than before.
Song Kexin was knocked to the side by the blow, staggered a step, and only regained her balance by grabbing the table next to her.
"I'll hit you if I want," Lu Xiran withdrew her hand, her voice as indifferent as if she were commenting on the weather, "Do I need to consider the day?"