Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 651 - 272. [Summer of Dew] Lu Huai’an had a younger sister, but... she passed away.
After dinner, like every night, Gu Shaozhi went to the study, Wanxia stayed in the master bedroom.
Wanxia took a shower and dried her hair before remembering that her phone seemed to be on the couch in the study. She hadn’t slept since returning from the suburbs.
She spent all her time in the study until Gu Shaozhi returned home.
Because in this villa, the lighting in the study is the best.
Wanxia put on a thin coat and left the bedroom, intending to go to the study to get her phone. She encountered a servant carrying a tray as she went upstairs.
The servant was holding the tea tray with one hand and the teacup with the other, asking respectfully, "Miss Ji, is there anything you need?"
Actually, she felt somewhat... strange.
Clearly, Miss Ji had been waiting for Mr. Gu at dinner tonight, so why wouldn’t she say anything? Mr. Gu just sat opposite her and didn’t accompany her for the meal...
Although the atmosphere at the dining table was warm and pleasant, why... after going upstairs, one went left, the other went right, and there was no further interaction?
"I don’t need anything," Wanxia shook her head, walked to the stairway, and said to the servant, "Give me the tea."
Upon hearing this, the servant hurriedly handed the tray to Wanxia’s side and said with concern, "Miss Ji, be careful, the tea is freshly brewed and still a bit hot."
"Okay," Wanxia replied softly.
The tea leaves in the teacup took up half of the cup’s capacity.
Drinking such a strong tea at night... is she planning to stay up all night?
Wanxia carried the hot tea to the study door, freeing up a hand to lightly knock on the door, "Knock knock."
Gu Shaozhi had instructed the servant to brew tea five minutes ago. He was handling business affairs, not raising his head and saying flatly, "Come in."
The man’s voice was calm and detached, resonating through the door into Wanxia’s ear.
She paused and then pushed the door, walking softly into the study to place the teacup on the desk.
When the servant came in, there was never any excess noise, just like now.
Gu Shaozhi hadn’t expected Wanxia to come to the study when he was there, so he simply thought it was the servant delivering tea. He picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The steam swirling from the tea cup lingered in the air, making the man’s deep and handsome eyebrows look somewhat blurred.
He’s still wearing that black shirt, his right hand grasping an expensive pen, focused on the documents on the desk, exuding a clear, chilly presence, like he’s still in the company meeting room.
Wanxia saw the medicine for bruises placed beside the computer, the box was opened, and half of the tube lay on the desk, half remained in the box.
It’s as if... it’s been tossed aside in annoyance.
Wanxia’s gaze lingered on the medicine for a few more seconds.
Yuan Yi said he was injured, it’s true...
That’s why she smelled herbs on him.
Wanxia stood in front of the desk for over a minute before Gu Shaozhi lifted his gaze, thinking it was the servant, hence the slight displeasure between his brows.
But upon seeing it was Wanxia, his displeasure was replaced by warmth.
Their eyes met, Gu Shaozhi’s gaze soft and clear, his thin lips lightly parted, voice deep and smooth, "Did you want to tell me something?"
Wanxia shook her head, "No, I just left my phone here."
Something seemed to drive her will, making her involuntarily look at the tossed aside ointment.
Pressing her lips slightly, she asked softly, "What happened to you? Did your grandfather hit you?"
The little woman tilted her head to ask, and Gu Shaozhi seemed to see an elf-like mischievousness in her eyes.
It wasn’t concern, nor pity, but mockery.
Gu Shaozhi tossed the pen in his hand, leaning his body back against the chair, shedding the frostiness of work, becoming more casually lazy.
Elegantly sipping tea, his lips curled into a faint curve.
Watching the woman’s flushed and attractive face after bathing, he slowly said, "Yeah, grandfather cursed me for failing, even losing my wife, deserved to be punished."
The ascending steam lingered in front of the man’s face, making both his words and himself seem ambiguously unreal.
Wanxia calmly met his complex gaze, like she hadn’t noticed his intense eyes, merely asking gently, "Have you applied the medicine?"
Gu Shaozhi actually wanted to say: ’Applied it, go back to your bedroom to sleep,’ but, in the end, he said, "No, the whip marks are on my back, I can’t reach them."
