novelraw Chapter 389 - 359: Went to Play by Himself
Chapter 389 - 359: Went to Play by Himself
Mr. Gu hasn’t been in the Capital City for almost a week.Gu Group has piled up quite a bit of things.
In the evening, he had a meeting with Su Qimeng Yan, mainly discussing matters about Gu Group these past few days, and then talked about other various matters.
Afraid of disturbing Qiao Yuxian who was editing her thesis, the three of them went to the meeting room specifically.
As a result, when Mr. Gu returned, he saw Qiao Yuxian still sitting in front of the computer.
"Hard to edit?" Mr. Gu said as he walked closer. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.ɴet
Qiao Yuxian heard the door open, and quickly covered the clutter on the desk with a book: "Yeah, it’s a bit hard to edit."
Mr. Gu walked to her side, bent down to look at the content on the computer: "Do you need help?"
"No need." Qiao Yuxian said seriously, looking at the computer, "I can do it myself."
Mr. Gu looked at the content on the computer which hadn’t changed, glanced at her nails, and finally discovered the "tool of crime" under the bulging book.
He reached out to pick up the book beside him, but before he touched it, Qiao Yuxian pressed the book down, holding it tightly with her arm.
Mr. Gu held her chin with the crook of his hand, making her look up at him: "Editing the thesis?"
Qiao Yuxian pursed her lips looking at him.
"Didn’t you say the teacher wants it early tomorrow morning?" Mr. Gu asked, "It’s forty minutes to eleven, can you finish it?"
Qiao Yuxian thought for a moment, then gestured with her hand: "Can I just stay up a tiny bit late?"
"No."
Qiao Yuxian pouted: "Just for a little while."
Mr. Gu looked at her, paused for a moment, and said: "Just forty minutes."
"Can’t finish." Qiao Yuxian said.
"You can finish." Mr. Gu said.
"Can’t finish." Qiao Yuxian tried to haggle.
But Mr. Gu directly grasped her arm: "Go to sleep, continue tomorrow."
"No." Qiao Yuxian grabbed his arm, "I’ll edit, I’ll edit right now."
Mr. Gu released her arm.
Qiao Yuxian huffed, sat on the chair, and stared at the computer without moving.
Mr. Gu sat on the chair beside her, watching her dawdle and hesitate.
"When the time comes, I’ll really make you go to sleep." Mr. Gu said.
Facing authority, Qiao Yuxian dared not show anger, only dared to sneak a glare at him with the corner of her eye, then shouted desperately inside.
Do you expect me to sleep just because you say so?
I’m not a machine; you can’t just shut me down!
My sleep is under my control!
And while the weaker side shouted inside, the hand on the keyboard reluctantly submitted to authority.
Mr. Gu sat beside her like an iceberg, emitting cold air.
Under the chill, Qiao Yuxian finished editing her thesis within thirty minutes.
But she intentionally looked here and there, pretending to still be modifying.
Rebellious spirit rising, she was determined to stay up late tonight.
Mr. Gu watched her poor performance, and when eleven o’clock came, he said: "Let’s go."
"Wait a moment, still haven’t finished editing." Qiao Yuxian touched the mouse.
"Which part isn’t done?" Mr. Gu looked at her thesis.
He’s seen her thesis, every version.
Because each time Qiao Yuxian modified a version, she would boast about her masterpiece to him.
Then the masterpiece was changed many times, creating many versions of the masterpiece.
It’s not that Qiao Yuxian’s thesis wasn’t good — it was quite excellent, her supervising teacher valued it highly, continually offering suggestions for revision, perfecting the work.
Sometimes after finishing revisions, a few times she reverted back to the original version...
For tonight’s revisions, Mr. Gu had heard an outline while in the car.
He knew clearly what needed attention and what didn’t.
Qiao Yuxian moved the mouse, found a place: "Just, just here."
"What do you want to change here?" Mr. Gu looked at the content.
"Here, here..." Qiao Yuxian mentally grumbled about his many questions, while verbally responding, "I’m thinking, don’t interrupt."
The interrupted Mr. Gu watched her side profile.
Qiao Yuxian seemed to be seriously pondering.
After almost a minute, seeing her only thinking and not taking action, Mr. Gu pulled her chair back a bit, directly scooping her onto his lap.
The movement was so swift, Qiao Yuxian didn’t react. She felt he effortlessly lifted her like a chick onto his lap.
Qiao Yuxian put one arm around his neck, gazing at him: "What are you doing?"
Mr. Gu’s hand slipped under her clothes, touching her back, his fingertips caressing each vertebra: "Not sleepy?"
Feeling the heat from his hand, and the light callus from gun practice on his fingertips, Qiao Yuxian slightly shivered, her body tense: "I, I haven’t finished editing."
"If you keep going, tomorrow you really won’t be able to submit."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him, her lips moved a few times, finally squeezing out a sentence: "It’s only eleven, who’s sleepy?"
"You didn’t sleep during the day," Mr. Gu said.
M Continent and the Capital City have a time difference; during the day she was busy here and there without resting, and now wanted no sleep.
"I’m not sleepy." Qiao Yuxian thought and decided to give herself more assertiveness, trying to intimidate him.
Mr. Gu glanced at her raised chin, glaring eyes, waited a few seconds, then stood up, carrying her out: "Since you’re not sleepy, let’s settle accounts."
"What kind of accounts?" Qiao Yuxian instinctively held onto his neck, looking puzzled.
"Let’s count how you set me up in front of your father today," Mr. Gu calmly and amiably said.
"Who set you up?" Qiao Yuxian said.
Mr. Gu looked at her.
She felt guilty under his gaze, stammered: "I, I... how can you bring up old scores?"
"It’s not yet midnight," Mr. Gu said.
"That was hours ago, it’s already old news," Qiao Yuxian said.
"Hmmm." Mr. Gu pushed open the study door with his foot, carried her into the bedroom, "I’m bringing up old scores."
"You, you...you’re being unreasonable."
"Hmm."
"You’re bullying."
"Hmm."
Qiao Yuxian listened to his indifferent responses, suddenly exclaiming: "You! You’re bullying a weak, defenseless woman!"
Mr. Gu noticed her dramatically expressive face but didn’t respond.
Qiao Yuxian raised her hand pretending to wipe tears, waited a moment, not hearing him speak, looked at him: "What does your silence mean? I’m not a weak woman then."
"Are you?" Mr. Gu said, carrying her out from the elevator to the bedroom.
"I, I can be," Qiao Yuxian said.
Mr. Gu gave a light smile: "Hmm."
"Hmm, what?" Qiao Yuxian looked at him.
"Let’s see the weak woman." Mr. Gu said, kicking open the bedroom door, carrying her in, laying her on the bed, and kissed her.
Thus, Qiao Yuxian — the defenseless woman — woke up the next morning, wearing a mask to work.
She wore it all day.
Because her lips were kissed until they were bruised, and swollen, even after applying medicine it didn’t heal.
Her colleagues at the translation department came to ask her one by one what happened, Qiao Yuxian explaining all day, making up a story about having a face allergy.
This resulted in Mr. Gu being bombarded with eye rolls on WeChat all day.
Every time Qiao Yuxian explained, she sent Mr. Gu an eye roll.
Mr. Gu transferred money as an apology.
It wasn’t until WeChat’s transfer limit was reached that Qiao Yuxian stopped.
She sent him a meme of running away with money.
Mr. Gu thought she was joking, didn’t care much, until after work when he realized she really did run off and went out for some fun, leaving him at the company.