novelraw Chapter 130 The Feeling of Being Loved
Chapter 130 The Feeling of Being Loved
The three of them ate together.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Lin Chen picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. Mmm, delicious. He secretly glanced at Gu Yanshen—the man was eating with his head down, his expression unreadable, but his chopsticks were moving faster than usual.
He glanced at Lu Xiran again—she was resting her chin on her hand, watching Gu Yanshen eat.
Lin Chen: "..."
Should he be under the table?
He silently ate a mouthful of rice, deciding to focus on eating and pretend he didn't exist.
"Uncle, try this," Lu Xiran suddenly said. Lin Chen picked up a piece with his chopsticks.
"tasty."
Lu Xiran smiled and served him another bowl of soup.
"Then drink more soup; it's good for your stomach."
Lin Chen took the soup bowl and caught a glimpse of Gu Yanshen's expression out of the corner of his eye—the man's face didn't show anything, but his chopsticks clearly slowed down.
He is waiting.
What are you waiting for?
Lin Chen paused for a second, then suddenly realized.
—Wait for Lu Xiran to serve him soup.
Lin Chen almost burst out laughing.
The dignified president of the Gu Group, with a net worth of hundreds of billions, is decisive and ruthless in the business world, but at this moment he is waiting for a bowl of soup.
He lowered his head and drank his soup, pretending he hadn't seen anything.
Lu Xiran indeed filled another bowl and placed it next to Gu Yanshen.
"your."
Gu Yanshen didn't say anything, but picked up the bowl and took a sip.
As he put it down, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
It's very light.
But Lin Chen saw it.
He silently lowered his head and continued eating.
This meal was more tiring than a day of meetings for him.
After finishing his meal, Lin Chen cleverly made an excuse to slip away.
Lu Xiran finished tidying up the kitchen and saw that no one was in the living room.
The study door was ajar, and warm yellow light shone from inside.
She gently pushed the door open.
Gu Yanshen sat at his desk, a pile of documents spread out in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.
Lu Xiran walked straight over and unceremoniously sat on his lap.
Gu Yanshen was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you ask me to come and see you working overtime?"
She mumbled something and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath tickled his skin.
Gu Yanshen put down his pen.
He raised his hand and wrapped it around her waist.
Are you jealous?
"right!"
She looked up at him, a hint of slyness, a touch of dissatisfaction, and a barely concealed smile.
"I'm jealous! Jealous of your job! Look at me!"
She took the opportunity to turn around and straddle him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Look at me!
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a coquettish ending.
"Look at your beautiful and sexy little lover~"
Gu Yanshen looked her up and down.
Very serious.
"It's really beautiful," he said.
"Sexy?" She leaned forward. "Sexy?"
Gu Yanshen's lips curled up slightly.
The smile was faint, yet it lingered in his eyes.
"Is it sexy?"
He repeated it, as if he were seriously considering the question.
Then he shook his head.
"It's really not true."
"What?!"
She stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Gu Yanshen! Say that again?!"
Gu Yanshen's smile deepened as he watched her get flustered.
"I said," he said, emphasizing each word, "it's really not worth talking about."
Lu Xiran was so angry that she wanted to jump off him.
But he held her waist and didn't let go.
"Let go!"
"I won't let go."
"Gu Yanshen!"
"Um."
She glared at him.
He was looking at her too.
There was something in that gaze that she hadn't seen in a long time.
gentle.
To indulge.
There's also a little bit... bad.
Lu Xiran suddenly realized.
"Are you kidding me?"
Gu Yanshen did not speak.
But that expression clearly said, "You finally figured it out."
"Gu Yanshen, aren't you childish?"
"Not childish."
He pulled her closer to his chest.
"Very mature."
Lu Xiran was speechless at his self-righteous attitude.
Lu Xiran looked up at him, pointed her finger at his nose, and said, "You've been keeping a cold face and not saying a word since you came back, giving me a 'stay away from me' look."
She touched his brow again.
"He's frowning, as if the whole world owes him money."
Then tap the corner of his mouth.
"She purses her lips, and when she smiles, it's like she's going to kill you."
Gu Yanshen let her keep pointing at him without dodging.
"And now?"
Lu Xiran looked at him.
Looking at the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, at the gentle light in his eyes, at the way he relaxed completely.
"Now," she said softly, "like someone who is loved."
Gu Yanshen's eyes flickered.
"Does someone love you?"
"Um."
She leaned in and gently kissed his lips.
"I love you."
Meanwhile, at the Song family villa.
The air pressure in the living room was so low it was suffocating.
Song Kexin lowered her head, staring at her toes, wishing she could shrink herself into a crack in the floor.
Song Feng sat in the main seat, slamming his teacup heavily onto the coffee table.
"You're resigning?"
Those two words came crashing down like hailstones.
Song Kexin's shoulders twitched.
Song Feng's mood had been at its lowest point these past few days. His stocks had plummeted, and he'd made over a dozen phone calls, but those he used to call brothers either didn't answer or gave vague answers. He finally managed to get through to Song Zhihe, but her indifferent tone made him, as an elder, lose face completely.
When has Song Feng ever been treated like this?
However, since Song Zhihe had now climbed up to the Gu family, he could only patiently go and see her in person. After speaking humbly for a long time, he finally received a reply: "I'll think about it."
When he returned, he was seething with anger.
As soon as I got home, I heard that Song Kexin had resigned.
Resign!
Yesterday he even had the nerve to introduce Song Kexin to the Yu family, saying she worked at a design institute and was a core member of the Ruijing project. And today she's resigning?
Song Feng stared at Song Kexin, his gaze as if he wanted to devour her alive.
Who was it that confidently declared that as long as she joined the design institute, she would have the opportunity to get close to Gu Yanshen? Who was it that said that once she climbed up to the Gu family, she would no longer be subject to Song Zhihe's control?
The results of it?
After being inside for more than half a year, Gu Yanshen hadn't even gotten close to him. His proposal was rejected five times. In the end, he slunk out on his own.
Song Feng took a deep breath.
Forget it.
Since the Yu family has already agreed to the marriage alliance, they are at least somewhat useful.
"Regarding the marriage with the Yu family," his voice deepened, "we mustn't let anything go wrong."
He stared at Song Kexin.
There was no fatherly love in his eyes, only a cold threat.
A chill ran down Song Kexin's spine.
She recalled the information she had gathered over the past few days—fragmented, pieced together, and the more she asked, the more uneasy she became.
Yu Yuli, 27 years old, is the youngest son of the person in charge of the Yu Group.
Although the Yu family is not as prominent as the Gu family in Haicheng, they are still considered a second-tier wealthy family. They have a large business, a wide range of industries, and plenty of money.
However, everyone is tight-lipped about Yu Yu Li.
Ask about his appearance, and no one can say for sure. Ask about his personality, and no one dares to comment. Ask about his previous engagement, and people will keep their mouths shut, their eyes darting around, and hastily change the subject.
I only know one thing—
The Yu family is never stingy when it comes to giving money.
Song Kexin didn't know what this meant.
I don't know who he is.
I don't even know what he looks like.
All she knew was that she was a card in Song Feng's hand, a bargaining chip used to exchange for benefits.
Song Feng was after the Yu family's money.
As for who she will marry and what kind of life she will lead—
He doesn't care.
"Who exactly are Yu...Yu Yuli?"
She asked in a low voice.
His voice trembled without him even realizing it.
Song Feng glanced at her.
There was a hint of complexity in his gaze. But only for a moment.
"Once you marry him, you'll be Mrs. Yu," he said. "What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"