Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 629 - 266. 【The Summer of Dew】Since you’re not dead, you have to keep going. _2

The manager immediately closed his mouth, reacted quickly, stood aside to make way, and after Gu Shaozhi entered the ward, Qingqing gently closed the door.

Shen Weiyi wasn’t asleep; upon hearing the manager call out "Mr. Gu," she sat up from the hospital bed.

The joy in her eyes was well hidden, not revealed.

"Shaozhi, it’s just a minor injury, sorry to disturb your rest so late."

Her voice was a bit hoarse, a bandage covered the bruised area on her forehead, and though the severity couldn’t be seen by others, there were several small cuts on her cheeks, and after applying medicine, the bloodstains were gone, but under the bright light, they were still clearly visible.

If her fans saw her looking so pitiful, they would probably feel very distressed.

Gu Shaozhi’s tall and upright body stood by the bedside, his chiseled features showing little expression, as if Shen Weiyi on the hospital bed was no different from the staff in the emergency room.

His thin lips parted lightly, "I didn’t come specifically to see you, you don’t need to feel sorry." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

These were very straightforward words.

Making Shen Weiyi somewhat embarrassed.

Her complexion, not healthy to begin with, turned even paler, retracting her gaze, her attitude was much colder than before.

"Mr. Gu is so concerned about his subordinates and artists, I’m very touched, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to rest."

It’s an order to leave.

Whether she was happy or disappointed ceased to affect Gu Shaozhi’s emotions long ago, his cold eyebrows remained calm, he stated plainly, "The company needs to issue an official statement regarding tonight’s incident tomorrow morning, can you still manage the tenth anniversary concert scheduled for two months later?"

Shen Weiyi understood then, the man came to her ward for the company’s interests and image.

What she was hoping for was not only awkward, but also laughable.

"It’s just a few scrapes, I’ll be fine after a day’s rest."

"Then stick to the original date, the stage will be repaired quickly, if you need anything, just let the company know."

After saying these few words, Gu Shaozhi turned and left the ward, as if the less than two minutes spent there were just part of a business schedule.

The sound of footsteps grew more distant and eventually faded away completely. Shen Weiyi stared blankly at the half-open door, suddenly feeling a deep, piercing pain from her wound.

The man no longer had the patience to even properly close the door.

She’s an artist, the manager isn’t in the room, doesn’t he worry that reporters or random people might break in?

Was it she who wore down his affection over ten years, or was it because of Ji Wanxia...

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Gu Shaozhi drove back to the Qingshui Bay Villa around 1:30 in the morning.

Entering the password, he opened the door, the lights in the living room were still on.

To avoid disturbing Wanxia’s sleep, he washed up in the guest bedroom, opening the door with gentle movements, making virtually no sound.

The room was lit, the woman on the bed lay turned towards the floor-to-ceiling window, from Gu Shaozhi’s angle, he could only see the back of her head.

She was still the same as before, couldn’t stand any heat, the air conditioning was set very low.

Gu Shaozhi stood at the doorway for a long time, just watching the sleeping woman, the tenderness between his brows no longer concealed, a gentle curve at his lips.

This scene had appeared in his dreams too many times, but each time he got close, the illusion would vanish.

But tonight, she was real.

Closing the bedroom door, he stepped towards the bed, lifting the duvet with very light movements.

Feeling the mattress sink deeply in her sleep, Wanxia woke up immediately, but before she could react further, her body was pulled into the man’s still slightly damp embrace.

He turned off the light, and upon opening her eyes, all was darkness around her.

Gu Shaozhi quickly sensed, asking apologetically, "Did I wake you?"

No matter spring, summer, autumn, or winter, the man never wore pajamas to bed; now, Wanxia’s back was pressed tightly against his searing chest.

The bedroom was very quiet, she could clearly feel the man’s heartbeat.

Though she resisted, she lay stiffly without moving, her voice hoarse with waking, "Yes, you woke me."

The fragrant aroma drifted into his nostrils, this person who had only appeared in Gu Shaozhi’s dreams over the past four years was now right in his arms, bringing forth a long-missed sense of fulfillment.

His arm encircled the woman’s delicate waist, drawing her closer, lightly pecking the skin behind her ear, "Sorry, continue sleeping."

Wanxia didn’t push away, her entire being enveloped in the man’s embrace, the hot breath falling on her neck, ticklish and unfamiliar.