novelraw Chapter 135 Wait for Me
Chapter 135 Wait for Me
Song Zhihe's gaze began to wander.
She lowered her head.
It was lifted up again.
Hesitant to speak.
"Can...please don't force me to talk?"
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
That look in her eyes was different from her humble demeanor just now.
There is fear in it.
Real fear.
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
There was a few seconds of silence.
"it is good."
He said.
I won't ask.
Song Zhihe breathed a sigh of relief.
But the breath that had been released was suddenly lifted again.
Because of his next sentence.
"When is the next banquet?"
Song Zhihe bit her lip.
Next Wednesday.
Five days.
Gu Yanshen nodded.
He turned and left.
"Profound!"
He paused for a moment.
Happy birthday, Zhihe.
He didn't turn around.
Don't expect the impossible.
"The latest IP addresses have already been purchased for you. You can choose one yourself."
The door closed.
Song Zhihe stood still.
Wrapped in that blanket.
I watched the direction he left in.
Tears flowed silently.
-
In the car.
Gu Yanshen dialed Lin Chen's number.
"Li Fengche?"
Lin Chen's voice came through the earphone, sounding so shocked it almost changed tone.
"What's Aunt Yun doing there?"
"The banquet is next Wednesday."
Gu Yanshen's voice was cold.
"We have to go and take a look."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Speak deeply," Lin Chen said in a low voice, "Do you know what kind of place that is? Do you know what going there means?"
"Know."
Gu Yanshen looked out the window at the fleeting night.
"So we have to go."
hang up the phone.
He remembered the jade bead.
He recalled the look of disgust in Liu Lin's eyes when she looked at him.
I remember that night three years ago, Ranran was lying in the hospital bed, her face as white as paper.
His fingers tightened.
The leather cover on the steering wheel was wrinkled from being squeezed.
When Gu Yanshen returned home, he saw that the light in the second bedroom was still on.
He stood at the door for a few seconds. Warm yellow light shone through the crack in the door, and he could faintly hear the sound of turning pages.
She is drawing.
It's so late.
He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
"slowly."
There was a moment of silence inside.
Then there was a rustling sound—she must have sat up.
Lu Xiran did indeed sit up.
The moment she heard that sound, she almost instinctively wanted to jump out of bed and open the door.
But she stopped as soon as her toes touched the ground.
and many more.
Where did he go?
At Song Zhihe's place.
He went to find her.
Lu Xiran bit her lip and shrank back onto the bed.
She picked up a pen and pretended to draw. But her mind was a jumbled mess, and she couldn't concentrate on drawing at all.
This picture, this villa, this house of her dreams—
Is it really for Song Zhihe?
Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.
If this house is for Song Zhihe...
Then what is she?
A stand-in? Or something even more ridiculous—she's not even a stand-in, just a tool for providing creative ideas?
Lu Xiran's pen tip stopped on the paper, spreading a small blot of ink.
There was another knock on the door.
"slowly?"
She didn't move.
She should have opened the door. She wanted to see him. She wanted to ask him where he had been, what was hidden in the master bedroom, and who this villa was built for.
But she didn't move.
He simply raised his hand and pressed the switch on the bedside lamp.
The room was plunged into darkness.
The meaning is clear—I'm going to sleep, don't bother me.
There was silence outside the door for a few seconds.
Then came a very soft sigh.
Lu Xiran stared at the door, straining her ears to listen to the sounds outside.
Has he left?
Footsteps sounded. Very light, very slow.
She bit her lip in the darkness.
Should we go open the door?
After hesitating for three seconds, she suddenly had a brilliant idea.
wrong!
If he doesn't open the door, won't he have to go back to the master bedroom to sleep?
He then went back to the master bedroom—
She could then secretly follow them and take a look!
perfect!
Lu Xiran sat up excitedly, tiptoed to the door, and pressed her ear against it to listen for any sounds.
The footsteps grew closer and closer—
Then, "click".
The door lock is open.
Lu Xiran: "..."
What's going on?!
Before she could react, the door had already been pushed open.
Eyes facing each other.
Gu Yanshen stood at the door, looking down at her.
Looking at her posture behind the door, her bewildered expression, and her embarrassed look of "I was pretending to be asleep, how did I get caught?"
The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
The smile was impossible to hide.
Lu Xiran's face flushed red.
"How...how did you get in?!"
He looked at her.
"This is my house." Then he held up the key. "I have another key."
"……you!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was already airborne.
He picked her up in his arms.
The next second, she was gently placed on the bed.
Before Lu Xiran could react, his body had already pressed down on her.
Very close.
They were so close that their breaths mingled.
"Gu Yanshen!"
She placed her hands on his chest.
But her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
With a gentle push, he pressed both of her wrists above her head.
Unable to move.
Lu Xiran suddenly felt wronged.
every time.
It's always the same.
She would always prepare carefully, washing, putting on makeup, and changing into pretty pajamas, waiting for him to come home.
But what about him?
He always took her as soon as he got home. He was always travel-worn, not even having time to take off his suit. No preparation was needed, no dressing up required.
His domineering nature left her with no choice but to passively accept everything he gave her.
And now-
He had just met with Song Zhihe.
He had just returned from another woman.
She refused.
"you……"
He kissed him.
Shut her off.
The kiss was intense, hot, and forceful, leaving no room for refusal. Her hands were pinned above her head, unable to break free. She tried to turn her head away, but he caught up.
She was completely controlled.
Unable to move.
speechless.
They could only passively endure everything he did.
His kisses moved from his lips to behind his ear, to the side of his neck, and to his collarbone.
More assertive than usual.
You could even say it's barbaric.
She knew he wanted her. In his way, in his usual domineering manner.
She couldn't refuse him.
She could no longer refuse him.
When his kiss landed, when his arms tightened and pulled her into his embrace, when she smelled that familiar scent that made her succumb—
All the grievances, all the stubbornness, all the "waiting for his explanation" all receded like the tide.
Only he remained.
Only him.
Lu Xiran closed her eyes.
She loves him.
Love to the core.
They were humbled to the point of being in the dust.
All she wanted was to stay by his side.
Even if it's just a lover.
Even if it's just the one that can't be seen in the light of day.
Even if it means deceiving himself—deceiving himself that he also loves her.
Lu Xiran raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.
Tonight, all she wants is to be in his arms.
Whether you deceive yourself or succumb to despair.
As long as he's by my side, that's enough.
She admitted it.
Gu Yanshen sensed the change in her.
He stopped and looked at her.
Those eyes were so close, filled with tears, a hazy look, and something that broke his heart.
humble.
He suddenly understood.
She was suppressing her feelings.
She was compromising herself in order to stay by his side.
"slowly."
His voice was terribly hoarse, "Wait for me!"
—Wait until I've taken care of everything.
Those two words fell into her ears.
Lu Xiran had no time to react
He leaned down.
He kissed her again.
She was given no further opportunity to speak.