Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 648 - 271. [The Summer of Dew] But Wanwan, how could I bear to let you live in hell?
The most unrealistic words are ’if’. Any sentence with ’if’ becomes empty talk.
Like a mirage, an illusion.
Everything has long been decided, an unchangeable fact.
Time can only move forward; no one can go back four years.
Wanxia still maintained that lazy demeanor, she was smiling, but the smile seemed to be veiled in a haze, distant and vague.
"Since it’s deserved, don’t mention ’whether I was right or wrong’ to me anymore. It’s pointless and senseless."
The complex and indistinct emotions in Gu Shaozhi’s depths were completely hidden away, his handsome face showing a semblance of a gentle smile, the pain in his heart unobserved by anyone.
He freed a hand to reach for the passenger seat, ruffling Wanxia’s hair, his voice warm and indulgent, "Alright, I’ll mention it in the future."
Once blood stains a hand, peace is elusive for life.
Regardless of the reason, it cannot be washed away.
But Wanwan, how could I bear to let you live in hell...
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Weekend.
Gu Shaozhi didn’t go to the company. Wanxia slept until noon, and after having dinner together, Gu Shaozhi carried her to the study to bask in the sun.
He sat in front of the computer browsing files, while she nestled on the sofa watching a movie on her tablet.
The autumn sunlight fell warmly on the body.
Wanxia had been watching for less than twenty minutes when she felt sleepy. She adjusted to a comfortable position on the sofa and slowly closed her eyes.
Lately, except when sleeping next to Gu Shaozhi, Wanxia seemed able to fall asleep anywhere. She used to have trouble sleeping with even a little noise, but now, even with the TV on, she could fall into a dream.
Her right ear still had an earphone in, and she could hear the movie dialogue from the tablet clearly.
Far from being disturbed, the sleepiness grew stronger.
In a dazed state, the phone on the table suddenly rang, the vibration and not-so-subtle alert sound transmitted through the glass to the air medium, producing a piercing noise.
Wanxia was startled awake.
Gu Shaozhi, who was signing, looked up, glanced over the computer screen towards the phone.
His cold and stern features showed little reaction, remaining characterized by the familiar calmness during work, his gaze subtly lingering on Wanxia’s clean face for a few seconds before returning to the document on the table.
After sitting up from the sofa, Wanxia rubbed her messy long hair, reached out to check the phone.
Someone sent her an email, without any note.
The email contained Shen Weiyi’s remittance receipts, the recipient being Qiu Zheng, dated four years ago.
Even though there were only five or six transactions, each was for a substantial amount.
Wanxia stared blankly at it for a long time, her ink-painted eyebrows extremely indifferent.
Qiu Zheng was someone Wanxia had long determined to be a gunman bought by Shen Weiyi with financial interests, so the straightforward evidence didn’t surprise her.
She felt no emotional fluctuation.
Gu Shaozhi finished signing the last document requiring his review, stood up, and walked to the sofa, naturally picking up Wanxia.
His voice was low and smooth, "The sun has set, let’s go sleep in the bedroom."
As he didn’t have to go to the company and didn’t go out, he wasn’t wearing the suits that gave a sense of distance and oppression, but the simplest home wear instead.
The whole aura was mild.
Wanxia was carried by the man out of the bedroom, the light in the corridor was somewhat dim, and it was very quiet.
The phone was still in her hand, with the anonymous email interface still displayed. She gently closed her eyes, and in a low voice asked, "Was it you? Gu Shaozhi, was it you?"
Her brother promised her not to intervene without notice.
Bank information is private, and apart from Shen Weiyi himself, it’s not easy for others to retrieve transactions from four years ago.
Qiu Bai was still in a coma, Xiao Chu trapped in the golden cage by Lu Huai’an, she seemed not to have such a capable friend in An City.
By exclusion, she knew who it was.
Gu Shaozhi kicked open the bedroom door with his toe, but didn’t move, instead lowering his head to look at her.
As if not understanding, he asked, "What is me?"
Wanxia raised her hand to wrap around the man’s neck, snuggling softly in his arms, smiling slightly.
"It’s about that email. If Shen the Superstar finds out it fell into my hands, he should be quite anxious. I don’t know which kind-hearted person helped me so much, seems like I should thank in person."
