novelraw Chapter 133 Where is she?
Chapter 133 Where is she?
Gu Yanshen hung up the phone and stood at the door of the second bedroom.
The door was tightly shut.
He raised his hand, then lowered it.
How should I tell her?
Tell her that Song Zhihe found Aunt Yun? Knowing her personality, she'd definitely go with her no matter what. But what would Song Zhihe do? He knew that woman too well—since she dared to use Aunt Yun as a bargaining chip, she must have her own agenda.
Gu Yanshen sighed.
Let's talk about working overtime.
He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it.
It wouldn't budge.
The door is locked.
Gu Yanshen was stunned for a moment.
Then I couldn't help but smile wryly.
His little princess is angry.
He checked the time; it was already nine o'clock. He took out his phone and sent a text message:
Remember to eat noodles. I'm going out for a bit.
After sending it, he stood at the door for a few seconds.
There was no movement inside.
He turned and left.
Lu Xiran stared at the two lines of text on her phone screen.
Remember to eat noodles.
I'm going out for a bit.
That's it?
They won't even say where they're going? They won't even say when they'll be back?
She had just been standing at the master bedroom door when she clearly saw the three words flashing on his phone screen—Song Zhihe.
He went to find her.
—He went to find his fiancée.
Lu Xiran gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
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She wanted to call and get to the bottom of it. She wanted to confront him, asking him why he had just been holding her in his arms and then went to see another woman the next second. What did he mean by that?
But she stopped a second before dialing the number.
She remembered what she had said.
"A lover is fine too."
lover.
—It was she who agreed to it.
What right does a mistress have to tell where her sugar daddy goes? What right does a mistress have to be jealous?
Lu Xiran threw her phone onto the bed.
asshole!
One second he was indulging her every whim, tolerating her feigning illness and acting spoiled, looking at her with eyes so tender they could drown a person. The next second he changed his attitude, leaving without a word, without even a proper explanation.
Why don't you go into acting?
The Oscars owe him an award.
Lu Xiran threw herself into the blanket and curled up into a ball.
But all I can think about is his image.
—The helpless yet doting smile on his face as he carried her from the study to the second bedroom.
—The look of tension on his face when she said "stomach ache".
—The uncontrollable light in his eyes when she hugged his neck and said "I love you".
Are they all fake?
she does not know.
All she knew was that he had gone to see Song Zhihe.
And she lay in his second bedroom, waiting for him to come home.
Like a real, clandestine lover.
Song Zhihe's seaside villa.
As Gu Yanshen got out of the car, he looked up at the window with the light on.
He had visited Song Zhihe's residence several times, each time in a public setting, and each time with a third person present.
Tonight, she is all alone.
He pressed the doorbell.
The door opened.
Song Zhihe stood at the door.
She wore a form-fitting silk nightgown with a deep V-neck, revealing glimpses of her skin. Her hair was loose, and she wore exquisite makeup, with striking red lips.
Gu Yanshen's gaze swept across her face without lingering.
"Where is Aunt Yun?"
His voice was very calm, as if he were asking about today's weather.
Song Zhihe's smile froze for a moment.
"Don't rush," she said, stepping aside. "Come in and sit down."
Gu Yanshen didn't move.
Where is she?
Song Zhihe looked at him.
Looking at the undisguised aloofness in his eyes, at his indifference that wouldn't even give her a second glance.
She took a step forward and pressed herself against him.
She instinctively wrapped her arm around his and pulled him towards her.
The soft touch came through the thin fabric.
Gu Yanshen looked down at it.
That gaze was cold.
Then he pulled his hand out.
Take a step back.
Is Aunt Yun here?
Song Zhihe's smile finally crumbled.
"Of course not." She turned and walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa and crossing her legs. Her robe slipped down, revealing her fair thighs. "If I don't agree to your request, why should I let you see her? How will I face you afterward?"
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
The gaze was as if looking at a stranger.
He turned and left.
"Profound!"
Song Zhihe rushed forward and grabbed him from behind.
The robe slipped completely off, leaving only the low-cut spaghetti strap nightgown.
She walked around to face him and looked up at him.
"Profound words."
Her voice softened, becoming as soft as if she were pleading.
"Have you forgotten? Today is my birthday."
Gu Yanshen stopped in his tracks.
"The gift has been delivered to you on set."
"I don't!"
Song Zhihe's eyes reddened.
"You know what I mean! I don't want all that stuff for show! I don't want those gifts my assistant has to deliver! All I want is you—just you staying tonight, having dinner with me, and wishing me a happy birthday—is that so hard?"
Her voice was trembling.
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
Looking at that meticulously made-up face, looking at those eyes brimming with tears.
Three years ago, he needed someone to act in a play, and she agreed without hesitation.
But what she wanted was never just acting.
"Zhihe," his voice softened slightly, but remained distant, "I'll ask you one more time. Where is Aunt Yun?"
Song Zhihe's eyes flickered.
Are you lying to me?
Gu Yanshen's tone turned serious.
Song Zhihe slowly released his hand.
She turned around, took her phone out of her bag, opened the photo album, and handed it to him.
a photo.
A haggard old man.
His hair was completely white, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep that he looked twenty years older. His eyes, which had once been gentle and kind, were now empty and lifeless.
—It's Aunt Yun!
Gu Yanshen's gaze was fixed on the photograph.
"Where am I?"
His voice finally showed a slight fluctuation.
He tapped the photo lightly; the date was three days ago.
"That's right, it was taken three days ago," Song Zhihe said to Gu Yanshen.
Three days ago?
This means that Aunt Yun is still alive.
Somewhere.
"I'll tell you after you finish eating with me."
Song Zhihe looked at him.
There was pleading, expectation, and a hint of desperate madness in his eyes.
Gu Yanshen remained silent for a few seconds.
"Happy birthday to you."
He turned and walked towards the door.
"Profound!"
Song Zhihe's voice rang out from behind.
You won't find her!
Gu Yanshen stopped in his tracks.
"Then how did you see her?"
He didn't turn around.
Song Zhihe bit her lip.
"I...I saw her at a private party."
Gu Yanshen turned around.
"What kind of banquet?"
Song Zhihe's eyes began to dart away, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her nightgown.
"I……"
"explain."
Gu Yanshen's voice was very low, as low as dust crushed from his chest.
Song Zhihe raised her head.
Look at him.
In those eyes, there was fear, hesitation, and something else that was hard to describe.
"On the island of Lifengche."
Gu Yanshen's pupils contracted slightly.