Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 647 - 271. [The Summer of Dew] But Wanwan, how could I bear to let you live in hell?

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Chapter 647: 271. [The Summer of Dew] But Wanwan, how could I bear to let you live in hell?

The car that was originally driven up the mountain by Wanxia is now being driven by Gu Shaozhi, while the one Gu Shaozhi drove up is being driven by Yuan Yi, following behind.

The car window is open, because Wanxia doesn’t like being in an enclosed space; the wind is somewhat chilly, but fortunately, she is covered with the man’s suit jacket, so it’s not too cold.

Wanxia listens to the man beside her making a phone call, instructing his secretary to inform the owner of the osmanthus porridge shop that they will arrive in a little over an hour.

She takes out her phone from her bag, and as she turns it on, a dozen missed call notifications pop up; a quick glance reveals they’re all from the same person.

She doesn’t look any further, seemingly unimportant, and exits the notification screen directly. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The puzzle game Pea liked that she downloaded before is still there, so Wanxia leans against the car window and idly plays the mobile game.

After ending the call, Gu Shaozhi glances over at Wanxia in the passenger seat while driving.

His brows slightly furrow, "Don’t lean against the window, you’ll get a headache from the wind."

The game’s sound effects are on, so the car isn’t silent.

Wanxia rarely drinks alcohol because her tolerance is terrible; either Lin Chu or Xu Qiubai could easily outdrink her without trying.

Even with beer, she couldn’t handle more than a few sips before, but tonight she had three cans.

Her phone is right in front of her, the screen’s light clearly illuminating her features, with a slightly flushed blush on her cheeks, and her gaze lazy and dreamy.

A soft voice laced with a hint of seductive intoxication, "I drank, the wind feels really nice."

Gu Shaozhi shook his head, seemingly with helplessness or indescribable tenderness.

He stops the car, unscrews a bottle of mineral water and hands it to her.

Although his brow is furrowed, his handsome face remains as gentle as ever, "No more drinking next time."

The game developed for kids doesn’t require any amazing skills; adults find it childish and boring, yet Wanxia is quietly absorbed in it.

She seems to completely disregard the man’s gentle warning.

"We’ll see," she looks up at him nonchalantly with a slight smile, "I’m free to do what I want, it’s just for fun, it’s not lethal."

She doesn’t want to drink water, so she doesn’t take the bottle.

Gu Shaozhi doesn’t force her, he tightens the cap back on and places it in the storage box, then starts the car.

At intervals, there’s a streetlight, its light flickering dimly over his chiseled face, adding a layer of inscrutable depth.

He says nothing more, his dark eyes as calm as ever.

Until he drives the car to the foot of the mountain, about to merge into the city, he speaks and asks Wanxia.

"Wanwan, if, I mean if, someone told you in advance that the final result would be contrary to what you expected, would you continue?"

The man’s deep voice falls into her ears, and the drowsy Wanxia slowly opens her eyes.

She wasn’t too drunk to begin with, and after the wind, she feels much clearer, but she didn’t rest well today and feels a bit sleepy.

Wanxia turns her head, the man driving, and she sees the clear outline of his profile.

As for the complex and indistinct emotions deep within Gu Shaozhi’s eyes, she doesn’t catch a hint.

Wanxia watches him in a daze, her muddled eyes gradually gaining clarity.

What is it that she expects?

Aside from herself, this man knows better than anyone.

"Even if I can’t do it, I have to try," she retracts her gaze, pulling up the slipped jacket.

A faint smile graces her lips, as she looks at the boundless night outside the car window, her voice lazy and soft, "It’s quite extravagant for someone guilty to want to live in peace."

"Wanwan, you haven’t done anything wrong."

"So Gu Shaozhi, what you’re really trying to say is," Wanxia is amused, propping her elbow against the window, looking at the man’s cold profile with interest, "You didn’t do anything, yet you’re pinned to a pillar of unpardonability by me, and you feel it’s unfair and wronged?"

For the first time, she verbally says the words "unpardonable" to Gu Shaozhi.

Many trapped in the mire don’t understand that the source of hate is love.

How could Gu Shaozhi not understand, that it was precisely because he did nothing four years ago that their marriage ended, resulting in irreparable cracks.

A self-deprecating curve lifts at the corner of his lips, "There’s no such thing as fairness in this world, what’s weighing you down is deserved."

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