novelraw Chapter 132 Come find me now
Chapter 132 Come find me now
Should we give her the key?
Gu Yanshen's fingers stopped at the edge of the pocket, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the cold outline of the key.
Once I showed her the master bedroom, she knew everything.
She knew that he had only ever loved her from beginning to end.
and then?
Will she stay?
meeting.
He knew she would.
That silly girl, even after he pushed her away, she still ran back. She had said, "I love you, and I will only love you until I die."
But what happens if you stay?
Will Liu Lin let her go? Will Gu Qishan let her go? Will those who lurked in the shadows and almost killed her three years ago let her go?
Three years ago that night, she lay on the hospital bed, her face as white as paper, and the bloodstains beneath her were shocking.
He never wants to experience that again in his life.
Gu Yanshen's fingers tightened slightly.
He hesitated.
Just then—
My phone vibrated.
Three words appeared on the screen: Song Zhihe.
In that instant, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.
Gu Yanshen's expression changed.
The soft layer quickly receded, replaced by a kind of wariness that Lu Xiran couldn't understand...
He glanced at her.
That glance was very short.
Then he slid the answer button.
"Feed?"
His voice was faint, as if nothing had happened.
Lu Xiran stood still.
I watched him turn around, walk to the window, and whisper something.
She couldn't hear what he was saying.
She only saw his back.
The man who had just held her in his arms, forehead to forehead, looking at her with such tender, heartbreaking eyes—
He was facing away from her at that moment.
He answered a phone call from another woman.
Lu Xiran stood there, watching his back.
A question kept echoing in my mind:
Is she always lower in his heart than Song Zhihe?
It was three years ago.
Is it still the same now?
a phone call.
It was just a phone call.
Let him turn around.
So she became the one standing still.
Lu Xiran slowly lowered her head.
Also.
Song Zhihe is now his fiancée.
She was his lover.
What right does a lover have to be jealous?
Lu Xiran entered the second bedroom.
Close the door.
window.
"What is it?"
Gu Yanshen's voice was very calm, as if he were discussing official business.
Song Zhihe tightened her grip on her phone.
"Yan Shen, will you come with me to the awards ceremony tomorrow?"
She asked tentatively.
I'm not free tomorrow night.
"Are you free the day after tomorrow evening?" Song Zhihe asked cautiously. "My uncle said he's very grateful for your help and would like to invite you to dinner. He asked me to tell you."
Gu Yanshen remained silent for a second.
"I'm busy."
Song Zhihe was stunned.
For the past three years, they've had an unspoken rule: he gives her the spotlight, and she plays along. He's never absent from any public appearance.
Because that was his way of protecting someone else—making everyone believe that he loved Song Zhihe.
But now he says he's "too busy".
The only possibility is—
He no longer needed her to pretend to be affectionate.
"Because of her?" Song Zhihe's voice was so soft, as if she were asking a question she already knew the answer to, yet a barely suppressed tremor lurked in her light tone. "Because she came back?"
Gu Yanshen remained silent.
That silence was crueler than any answer.
"Yan Shen," Song Zhihe took a deep breath, her knuckles gripping the phone so tightly it was burning hot, "When you found me three years ago, you made it very clear—as long as I play my role well, you will do your best to meet my requirements."
"I've given you the best resources. The IPs you want, I'll buy them and you can choose whatever you want. The brands you want to endorse, I'll personally negotiate with them. You're now a top star, a top luxury brand ambassador, the glamorous Song Zhihe in everyone's eyes." Gu Yanshen's voice was very calm, as if he were reviewing a contract. "What you want, I said, I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Is this because I want it, or because you need a reasonable explanation for why you don't live with me?"
Song Zhihe's tears flowed down her cheeks.
No sound.
"That TV series was filmed in Spain for three months. The director said it was an international production tailor-made for me." Her voice began to tremble. "That album had a European theme, which meant I spent six months in Paris, Rome, and Vienna."
She paused.
"Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days. We've met a handful of times. Every time was in public, and every time there were cameras pointed at us. Do you know how envious I am of those celebrities who get photographed without their consent? At least it proves they're really together."
"Yan Shen, are you truly thinking of my career, or are you simply trying to avoid me?"
She took a deep breath.
"Yan Shen, you gave me everything, except for you."
Gu Yanshen remained silent.
Her voice began to tighten. "And my request has always been the same."
She paused. "Give me a chance."
Gu Yanshen finally spoke.
"Zhihe, we made a promise. We won't make any real progress."
"But that's what I asked for too."
There was silence on both ends of the phone.
"I just want to get a little closer to you. Even just a tiny bit. Even if it's just off-camera, I just want you to actually look at me."
Gu Yanshen did not speak.
"We separated for five years because of Gu Yanbo, and I want to say—I'll give you five years too." Her voice choked with emotion. "Five years should be enough time for you to forget her, right?"
Gu Yanshen finally spoke.
"We didn't break up because of Gu Yanbo."
His voice was calm, "Zhihe, you know that back then, my feelings for you were more of a sense of responsibility."
Song Zhihe's face turned pale.
"So I understand your insecurity." Gu Yanshen paused, "Because I really didn't consider your feelings, and I didn't... love you as much as you need."
The truth always hits harder.
Song Zhihe's hand was trembling as she gripped her phone.
She was jealous.
She was insanely jealous of Lu Xiran.
It wasn't because Lu Xiran was prettier, younger, or more talented than her.
Because of--
He loves her.
He loves her.
A few seconds later, Gu Yanshen's voice rang out again, even fainter than before.
"Is there anything else?"
Song Zhihe closed her eyes.
She knew she had to offer something compelling enough to make him hesitate.
"I have news about Aunt Yun."
The other end stopped.
"Where?"
Song Zhihe opened her eyes and looked at the night outside the window.
She knew that what she was about to say would push things in an irreversible direction.
But she couldn't care less.
"Yan Shen, come find me now."
Her voice turned cold.
"Don't tell her."
Then, hang up the phone.
The next second, she sent a text message:
Aunt Yun knows more than just Grandma and Su Lanzhi's secrets.