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Chapter 136 Photos
When Lu Xiran woke up the next day, her whole body felt sore and weak, as if she had been run over.
She squinted to adjust to the light and discovered that the design on the computer had been modified.
Gu Yanshen made several changes to the details, marking them clearly with red lines.
He adjusted the angle of the light from the starry sky ceiling. The original design had a fixed angle, but now it has become an arc, allowing starlight to pour in from different angles in different seasons.
She stared at that change for a long time.
Only those who truly understand her know what she wants.
Lu Xiran had a sudden inspiration and a bold idea popped into her head—she wanted to install an irregularly shaped glass window on the east-facing wall of the living room. Not a regular square or circle, but like a cracked ice surface, natural, free, and unique.
Of course, this poses a huge challenge to the construction.
In the afternoon, she took Fang Rui to the villa site.
Workers were doing interior renovations, the sound of electric drills echoing throughout. She stood in front of that wall for a long time, holding a measuring instrument, calculating various data to determine whether it met the renovation requirements.
Fang Rui helped her take notes, occasionally glancing up at her as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Emma," Fang Rui finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you troubled by something today?"
Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment.
"no."
She continued measuring the data.
Actually, yes.
She had been thinking about last night since she woke up in the morning.
She thought about his words, "Wait for me," and his "I love you," which she almost thought was a hallucination. She wondered if he had kissed her forehead when he left in the morning.
Thinking about it makes my heart feel soft and bittersweet.
Fang Rui noticed the faint smile on her lips and wisely refrained from asking further questions.
As noon approached, sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window.
Lu Xiran was squatting on the ground measuring the height of the windowsill when her phone vibrated.
She clicked on it.
It was a message from Song Zhihe.
a photo.
Lu Xiran's gaze fell on the screen.
At that moment, she heard the sound of her blood freezing.
The photo shows a bed. The dim lighting and the disheveled sheets all suggest that something has just happened.
And the person in bed—
Gu Yanshen had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. His shirt was open, revealing his lean chest.
Song Zhihe clung to him, practically hanging in his arms. Her face was pressed against his chest, a smile playing on her lips—a smile that held smugness, satisfaction, and an undisguised provocation.
Her hand rested on his waist.
Her hair fell over his shoulders.
Her nightgown straps had slipped down halfway.
Lu Xiran stared at the photo.
I stared at it for a very long time.
She knew he had gone to see Song Zhihe last night.
she knows.
Knowing is one thing, seeing is another.
She saw it.
She saw him lying in another woman's bed. She saw another woman pressed against him. She saw that the intimacy she thought belonged only to her could also be given to someone else.
The phone screen went dark.
It lit up again.
This is Song Zhihe's second message:
He was here with me last night. You should know that, right?
Lu Xiran gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Fang Rui called out to her from the side, "Sister Emma? Is the data ready?"
She didn't hear it.
All she could hear was a buzzing sound in her head.
—He was here with me last night.
—He was here with me last night.
—He was here with me last night.
she knows.
She really knew.
Do you know what use it is?
Does knowing this mean it won't hurt?
Lu Xiran slowly stood up.
The sunlight was still so dazzling, yet it didn't warm my skin at all.
She looked down at the photo, then glanced at it again.
She was all too familiar with the way Gu Yanshen looked with his eyes closed.
When he was asleep, his brows would furrow slightly, as if he had something on his mind. Countless times she had woken up in the middle of the night to look at him by the moonlight and gently smooth his brow with her fingers.
But in the photo, Gu Yanshen's brows are relaxed.
Natural, relaxed, as if truly asleep.
Lu Xiran's gaze lingered on that eyebrow.
wrong.
He didn't like sleeping on his back. He always lay on his side, holding her in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head. She said it made it hard for her to breathe, so he changed to holding her from behind, never letting go all night.
But in the photo, he is lying completely flat on the bed.
The way Song Zhihe leaned in—it looked like it was staged.
Lu Xiran's gaze continued downwards.
The way his shirt was open, the position of his arms, every detail of his body…
She knew it all too well.
So familiar with it that I can spot what's wrong.
This photo is incorrect.
The tension in her mind suddenly eased.
Then, another thought popped into my head—
Song Zhihe is his fiancée.
If the photo is real, and if something really happened last night, it's just the most normal thing between an engaged couple.
show off?
Why show off?
This doesn't make sense.
So, does this mean—
Song Zhihe knew very well where Gu Yanshen's heart belonged.
Lu Xiran suddenly smiled.
The smile was so faint, as if nothing had happened.
"Emma?"
Fang Rui's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.
Lu Xiran raised her head, her face expressionless.
"fine."
She put her phone away.
"Continue testing."
Lu Xiran squatted down again and continued taking measurements.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell onto her hands.
His hands are very steady.
They remained as calm as if nothing had happened.
Lu Xiran and Fang Rui continued taking measurements until after six o'clock.
As dusk settled, the workers gradually finished their shift and left. Lu Xiran put away the measuring instrument, stretched her aching neck, and then realized that she had missed dinner time.
"RuiRui, shall we go to YunYuJi to get something to eat?"
"good!"
Yun Yu Ji's original store is not far from the villa, just a ten-minute walk away.
Before the dishes were even served, Fang Rui couldn't hold back any longer.
"Emma," she said, biting her straw and glancing at Lu Xiran, "you're in a bad mood today, is it because of... Song Zhihe?"
Lu Xiran paused for a moment as she poured the water.
She admitted that ever since she learned three years ago that Ling Xue was Song Zhihe, she hadn't had any good feelings towards her. But as for how it affected her emotions—
Song Zhihe is not qualified.
What she truly cared about was always Gu Yanshen's attitude.
"Why does she want to influence me?" Lu Xiran put down the kettle, her tone indifferent.
Fang Rui was stunned for a moment.
"Didn't you see the trending topics?"
Lu Xiran frowned and took out her phone.
The moment she opened Weibo, her hand froze.
It's the number one trending topic.
It ranked second on the trending searches.
It ranked third on the trending searches.
They're all the same news story.
[Exclusive] Gu's CEO secretly meets with Song Zhihe late at night, sparking rumors of an impending marriage.
[Photo Gallery] A diamond ring was spotted on Song Zhihe's ring finger at her birthday party.
[In-depth] Has their three-year relationship culminated in marriage? Insiders reveal: They're already engaged.