Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 663 - 275. [The Summer of Dew] Watching as the man’s lips were about to press down...
It seemed that he felt unsatisfied, so Gu Shaozhi kicked him again. The dormant violent instincts within him were awakened, and he kicked hard and heavy.
When he received the servant’s call, his first reaction was whether he was seeing ghosts in broad daylight.
In An City, who dared to break into his home directly and take away his woman? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Through the servant’s description of the person’s features and the license plate number provided by the security at the entrance of the community, he realized it was Lu Huai’an.
Since he knew that the person who took Wanxia away was Lu Huai’an, he was certain the other party wouldn’t harm Wanxia. The tension caused by the servant’s call eased slightly.
Though he didn’t fly over, he didn’t stop running red lights much either.
In a cold, indifferent voice, "Is Lin Chu half-dead without Wanwan and on the verge of gasping his last breath, or has she already passed, and you’re dragging Wanwan over for her final journey?"
The mud stains of a footprint on Lu Huai’an’s trouser leg were left. He didn’t pay it any mind, merely giving it a cursory glance.
With his finger pad, he wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, his gaze calm and indifferent, "I know you’re upset. I’ve already taken your punch. Consider the recent kick as catharsis for you. Keep talking like that, and I won’t be so courteous."
Gu Shaozhi adjusted the misaligned dial on his wrist due to the aggressive movement, his actions graceful and dignified, as if the nearly violent person just now wasn’t him.
He let out a scornful chuckle, "I’ll be waiting for you to not be courteous."
His hand had just grasped the handle when the door was opened from inside by someone.
The soundproofing of the high-end VIP ward was excellent. As long as the door was closed, unless the person outside spoke with a megaphone, normally those inside couldn’t hear the sounds from outside.
When the door opened, the gaze of the two men instinctively shifted over.
Wanxia’s gaze swept over Lu Huai’an, whose mouth corner was bruised, finally lingering for a few seconds longer on Gu Shaozhi’s face. Her clear brows and eyes showed no fluctuations.
She stepped out of the ward and closed the door behind her.
"What did she say to you?"
The one who broke the silence first was Lu Huai’an.
The emotions in his eyes were very faint and not apparent. Apart from himself, no one could fathom them.
Gu Shaozhi coldly gave Lu Huai’an a sideways glance, frowning, clearly impatient, "If you want to know, go in and ask yourself."
Wanxia paid no mind to either of the two men, never showing much expression. Due to a lack of sleep, there was more fatigue under her eyes.
She passed through the path left between the two men, heading toward the direction of the elevator.
There were clean slippers in the room. Though they weren’t warm, they were much better than bare feet. The cotton soles made no extra noise on the cold floor.
So she could clearly hear the conversation between the two men behind her.
In less than half a minute, Gu Shaozhi caught up, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, "Don’t be upset. I’ll find time another day to settle scores with him. However he disrespects you, I’ll handle him the same way."
In a place like a hospital, as long as Wanxia stood inside, regardless of spring, summer, fall, or winter, she would feel an icy chill seeping up from her heels.
When her father passed away, she was too young to understand what death meant.
But... on the day her grandfather passed, she was already 23 years old, understanding that the separation of life and death meant she would never see her dearest one again.
That night, she watched her grandfather close his eyes.
Leaving this world, leaving her.
Therefore, Wanxia hated hospitals, hated the smell of disinfectant, hated the blindingly white walls.
When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside, speaking blandly, "Forget it, I’m not angry."
Gu Shaozhi followed Wanxia into the elevator, taking off his suit jacket and wrapping her tightly, enfolding her in his embrace.
He ruffled the woman’s soft long hair and let out a low chuckle, "Without me saying a word wrong, you can give me the cold shoulder for days. But how come with Huai’an, you’re not angry even when he carries you out and throws you in a car?"
Clearly, even through pajamas, trench coat, and the man’s suit, Wanxia seemed to be able to feel the continuous warmth being transmitted to her through the man’s arm draped over her shoulder.
Involuntarily, she leaned closer, an unconscious gesture she wasn’t aware of.
"Lu Huai’an is different from you. He’s that kind of cold-blooded creature who won’t care about other’s feelings. Even if I got angry, it wouldn’t matter at all. Besides, it’s not worth hurting myself over it."
The little woman’s active approach to snuggle made Gu Shaozhi pause for a moment.
Then, the corners of his lips curled into a particularly handsome arc, that smile spreading across his brows, the chiseled features presenting a warm and gentle light.
