Evil-Natured Husband, Don't Tease!-Chapter 294-298

Chapter 294: One Must Use Various Ways To Coax A Woman

Being asked this kind of question by the company President, Secretary Zhang was unable to react for a moment. A few seconds later, she nodded, "Yes."

"How are things between you two?" Gu Yanhao asked as he fiddled with the pen in his hand.

Secretary Zhang answered, "Very good. We plan to marry at the end of the year."

"Do you argue occasionally?"

"Sometimes." President, why are you asking these questions?

"When he upsets you, what would he do to coax you?"

This question made Secretary Zhang blush, "He's a little aggressive."

Hearing this, Gu Yanhao's expression darkened, "He's violent towards you?"

Secretary Zhang's face turned even redder, "No." She braced herself, asking, "President, you're asking these questions. Did you argue with Mrs. President?"

Gu Yanhao's face became sullen, "En, lately she's been very lukewarm towards me."

Secretary Zhang made a couple of dry coughs to clear her throat before saying, "When I'm angry, my boyfriend would send me flowers, bring me out for dinner, watch a movie, using all kinds of methods to coax me. President, if all these fail, you can try making various moves on Mrs. President…"

Confusion flickered in Gu Yanhao's usually intelligent eyes, "What do you mean by 'various moves'?"

The corner of Secretary Zhang's lips twitched. President, don't tell me you don't even know what "various moves" means?

"Bed move, wall move, sofa move, kitchen move, car move…"

Gu Yanhao'e eyebrow raised upon hearing these words, musing about their meaning.

Seeing the pensive expression on his face, Secretary Zhang looked deeply at him, "President, do you understand now?"

"Use force?"

At his words, Secretary Zhang nearly spat a mouthful of blood. Forcing out a smile, she corrected: "Between husband and wife, there's no such thing as forcing."

Gu Yanhao looked solemn, "I understand."

"Then I shall return to my work."

Secretary Zhang had just taken two steps before she was halted by Gu Yanhao's call. She turned around, looking puzzled: President, is there anything else you want to ask?

Gu Yanhao's eyes narrowed, looking at her for a good couple of seconds before asking, "What do you need?"

"Ah?" A cloud of questions marks appeared in Secretary Zhang's mind.

"Between a house and a car, choose one. This is the boss' wedding gift to the employee," Gu Yanhao said coolly.

Secretary Zhang's eyes widened, looking at Gu Yanhao with disbelief, "President, are you for real?"

His face darkened slightly, seemingly unhappy being doubted, "Would I joke with you?"

She shook her head, "No, no, no!" Then, she smiled shyly, "Can I choose a house? We're currently troubled by this…"

"En." Gu Yanhao grunted a reply.

Secretary Zhang was a diligent person, moreover, she's also his Chief Secretary. She has been with him ever since the Gu Group was established. As her employer, gifting her with a house when she's getting married was a given.

Getting a positive reply, Secretary Zhang skipped happily back to her work, vowing to herself that she'd work even harder to repay the President's care toward her.

After finishing with his work, Gu Yanhao left early. When he drove past a flower shop on his way back, he stopped to get a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses.

When he reached the villa, Sister Song was attending to four middle-aged men. Noticing Gu Yanhao had returned, all four men rose from the sofa.

"Sit, be at ease," Gu Yanhao said as he carried in the large bouquet of red roses.

Four adult men felt the corners of their eyes twitch as they looked at Gu Yanhao carrying in a rose 'tree'. Wasn't this Young Master Gu being to loving to his wife?

"Young Master Gu, I have thought it over. I'll transfer the deed to the house and land according to the price you offered," one of the four men spoke. As soon as he spoke, the other three men also nodded their heads in agreement.

Gu Yanhao smiled faintly, "Good, I'll add another five hundred thousand on top of the agreed price."

Chapter 295: Nervous Like A Youth In Love

When the four men heard Gu Yanhao's words, their faces revealed an expression of pleasant surprise.

"I already had the contracts prepared; we can proceed with the sale and purchase agreement immediately."

Gu Yanhao was in a good mood, "Bring the contracts to Gu Group office later in the afternoon, my lawyers will attend to you. After the signing is completed, the payment will be transferred into your accounts immediately."

"Good!"

"Excellent!"

Gu Yanhao waved his hand at them, "Since everyone is one the same page, then go back. Quick as you can, pack your things and move to the South Garden Villa."

The four men were slightly dazed when they heard that. One of them asked, "Why move to the South Garden Villa?"

"I went ahead and bought several houses for each of you so that when you move out, at least you will have a place to settle down."

The four men looked at each other in silence.

Gu Yanhao then added, "Just show your identity card to the sales department. They will handle the deeds and certification for you all, no need to pay a cent."

"Young Master Gu is too kind!"

"Young Master Gu really works fast! No wonder so many companies wreck their brains thinking of ways to cooperate with the Gu Group."

"To be able to cooperate with Young Master Gu is our blessed fortune ah."

"That it is, that it is."

The four men heaped endless flatteries on Gu Yanhao.

"Enough, enough. Return to your homes quickly, my wife is about to arrive. I haven't seen my wife for three days already." Gu Yanhao waved them out as he carried the large bouquet of red roses upstairs.

Hearing this, all four men smiled ambiguously, "Yesyesyes, we'll leave now, right now."

"Old people used to say, only men who listen to their wives will get rich."

"Men with money treat their wives like the center of their universe. From the looks of things, we should learn from Young Master Gu, go home and love our wives better."

"Don't say 'no money' any more. After going back, one must treat that tiger-wife better." [TN: fierce, authoritative wife]

"How about we go and buy a vase of roses?" The four men left Gu Yanhao's villa while talking amongst themselves. Each of these four men was Go Yanhao's neighbors. These villa owners bought land and built their homes from the ground up, therefore, these people have the right to sell to their houses and land without seeking approval from anyone else.

Gu Yanhao offered a very lucrative price to buy these four men's villas and land. He even specifically readied high-end houses for them.

Such a good thing, they literally step on dog shit luck ah.

When Gu Yanhao stepped into the bedroom, he placed the bouquet of roses on the bed then walked out to the balcony, looking out to the villa's main entrance.

Ah De said they would be arriving soon.

Why was he like this?

Merely three days of not seeing her and now thinking that she was about to appear through the doors at any time, why does the thought make his heart beat so fast?

Gu Yanhao leaned against the balcony rails, his posture devilishly lazy.

He took out cigar, nipped the end off and lit it, slowly drawing the smoke in.

Curling smoke wafted out from his thin lips, rising to the air, veiling a portion of his face behind the hazy smoke that added a touch of mystery. The anxiousness in his eyes belied his calm appearance as they fixed on the large gates in the distance. Just like a nervous youth in love for the first time, even his heart was beating at an irregular pace.

Ah De subsequently opened the villa gates, driving in. Gu Yanhao’s heart tightened seeing this, and he quickly straightened his body.

She’s back!

A trace of nervousness can be seen in the depth of his dark obsidian eyes.

He snubbed the embers on his cigar, turned around and hurried down. Just as he had one foot out of the room, Gu Yanhao stopped, retreating back into the room. Standing in front of the vanity table, he ran his fingers through his hair, slightly tidying his appearance. When he felt he was sufficiently good looking, his lips turned up in a charming smile and went out. Then, as if remembering something, he returned to the room once more, grabbing the bouquet from the bed.

When he reached the living room, Gu Yanhao hid the roses behind his back while waiting for the person to enter. Standing there, he was nervous yet excited while waiting for that woman.

Ta, ta, ta— He could her faint footsteps. Moments later, she entered his line of sight.

…..

AN: Young Master Gu, enough you!

Chapter 296: Quarrel (1)

Beautiful!

Clad in casual sportswear, she was still that beautiful! With a high ponytail, bright and youthful, so beautiful that there seemed to be a deer ramming his heart. {TN: meant his heart is racing hyper fast]

Sis Song standing a step behind at his side glanced at him with a weird expression on her face. 'This Young Master Gu is really temperamental! The last two days his face was pulled together like a angry sourdough, but now he's smiling so charmingly, spring in his eyes, so… seductive!'

The moment Song Wuyou stepped into the living room, the dashing Gu Yanhao entered her eyes. The picture dazed her: the faint smile on his lips and the hint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her…

Her brows creased slightly, "You don't have to work today?"

The smile on his face deepened, "I came back just to wait for you."

Looking at his warm eyes, Song Wuyou asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Come here," Gu Yanhao's voice sounded like a caress, soft and gentle.

Song Wuyou stepped closer to him, then she smelled a light flower fragrance. Her gaze floated to his back. Seeing this, Gu Yanhao shifted the roses to the front, handing it to her as expectation flickered in his obsidian eyes, "For you."

Ah De, who walked into this scene while carrying the luggage, was dumbfounded. 'Since when did Young Master turn into a Romeo?'

Song Wuyou took a glance at the beautiful roses with a perplexed expression, "Why suddenly give me flowers?" Valentine's Day and Qixi had passed a while back?

"Flowers go with beauty," Gu Yanhao said seriously. His voice was like music to the ears, captivating.

Song Wuyou took the flowers, neither hurried nor guilty as she said, "I'm going up."

Gu Yanhao: "……………"

Just like this? This indifferent response after giving her flowers? Gu Yanhao turned around, eyes narrowed as he followed her figure until she disappeared upstairs.

Xu Jing walked past in front of him holding two paper bags. As he looked away from the staircase, his caught sight of two rolled up paintings inside the paper bags. The temperature in his eyes fell: "Stand still." Xu Jing's feet stopped as she looked at Gu Yanhao, confused and baffled. Gu Yanhao reached Xu Jing in one quick step, already unrolling one of the paintings.

Mu Gu's painting!

This painting was different than the one he saw before. The painting he saw before was of a woman sitting on a swing, whereas this painting showed a woman clad in war armor, riding on a horse with one hand aiming a long spear. The scene in both paintings differed but the woman remained the same. Looking at this painting caused tremors in Gu Yanhao's heart. Holding the painting, he grabbed the paper bag from Xu Jing's hand and marched upstairs.

Xu Jing stared after Gu Yanhao stupidly, what kind of situation was this?

In her room, Song Wuyou casually placed the bouquet of flowers on the vanity table, then walked into the attached bathroom. Just as she closed the door to the bathroom, due to the strong breeze from the window, the flowers on the vanity table close to the window rolled down to the floor.

When Gu Yanhao walked in and saw the roses he gave her lying abandoned on the floor, his eyes darkened. This woman doesn't like the flowers he gave her? Even if she doesn't like them, was it necessary to throw them to the floor?

When Song Wuyou walked out of the bathroom she was surprised to see Gu Yanhao there, but when she saw his hand was gripping a painting until it was all wrinkled, she was alarmed and rushed up, her voice raised, "Gu Yanhao, how can you treat my paintings this way?!" When her fingers were close to taking the painting back, Gu Yanhao shifted his body slightly, blocking her.

Gu Yanhao looked at her sullenly, his voice ice-cold, "You like this painting very much?"

"Give it back!" Song Wuyou circled around his body, taking a step forward, not realizing his flowers were at her feet. The delicate petals crushed under her foot.

……….

AN: Since Young Master Gu was so full of himself, it is time to feed him some bitterness. You guys don't feel pain, okay?

Chapter 297: Quarrel (2)

Startled, she looked down, feeling pity that such beautiful flowers were trampled on by her. To her, It was an unintentional accident, but it looked entirely different in Gu Yanhao's eyes.

"Song Wuyou!"

From above her head, Gu Yanhao's angry voice thundered.

Song Wuyou raised her head, her gaze colliding with his frighteningly cold glare. A shiver ran down her back. Before she could figure out why Gu Yanhao was so furious, his chilling voice sounded again: "You hate me so much?"

Clouds of confusion filled her. What was he playing at? Her hand reached out, wanting to take the painting from his hand. Impatience seeped into her voice: "Give the painting to me!"

Brimming with anger, Gu Yanhao crushed the painting in his hand into a ball of paper, throwing it onto the balcony.

"You—!" Song Wuyou's face tightened, her own anger rising as she glared at him. "You've gone crazy?" Not waiting for an answer, she rushed over to the balcony, wanting to retrieve the painting.

"Not allowed!!" Gu Yanhao suddenly grabbed Song Wuyou's hand, forcefully pulling her back. With a slight toss, Song Wuyou lost her balance and fell sitting on the bed.

"GU YANHAO!" Song Wuyou wasn't a soft persimmon lacking temper. She jumped to her feet, glaring fiercely at Gu Yanhao: "Scram far away if you want to act crazy!"

Gu Yanhao's tall figure blocked her path to the balcony. "Must you pick that painting up?" His voice was cold.

Song Wuyou sneered, "You won't even give me this much freedom?"

"You're so concerned about the painting Mu Gu gave you, yet you throw and step on the flowers I gave you?" His gaze was piercing. He was already trying his best to suppress his boiling anger.

"It was not intentional," Song Wuyou coldly answered.

"If you didn't throw them to the floor, would you even get a chance to step on them unintentionally?"

"Aren't they just flowers? Aren't there a lot of roses like this in the shops?" Song Wuyou directly bypassed him to move towards the balcony.

"When I say not allowed, I mean not allowed!" Gu Yanhao wanted to push her back, but Song Wuyou lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Before she could sit up, Gu Yanhao's body loomed over her, pressing down. Under his weight, she couldn't move an inch. His eyes were scarlet red as if they were spewing magma.

"Song Wuyou, you've become increasingly disobedient!" His hands locked hers down, not allowing her to struggle free.

"Gu Yanhao, get off me!" Song Wuyou could barely breathe while being pressed down by him.

"Speak! Why are you so concerned about that painting?" Gu Yanhao barked, staring fiercely at her.

"That painting is very important to me!" That was what she looked like in the past.

"So the real reason why you wouldn't come back with me, wanting to stay at the ranch, is not because you wanted to train yourself, but because you wanted to spend time with Mu Gu!"

"What did you say?" Song Wuyou's heart tightened.

A sarcastic sneer flitted past Gu Yanhao's face, "Still don't want to admit it? That painting was painted by Mu Gu!"

Song Wuyou's eyes narrowed, astounded, as she looked at Gu Yanhao, "You suspect that I like Mu Gu?"

Gu Yanhao harrumphed, "Isn't that so?" The two days she was at the ranch, did she even call him once?

Laughter gurgled out from Song Wuyou's throat, "I can do nothing if you want to suspect." Marriage without trust won't last long.

"You damn woman!" Gu Yanhao became even more infuriated. Lowering his head, he bit and sucked her lips like a madman. A strong cigar taste invaded her mouth. His violent action hurt her lips.

Chapter 298: Proof of Loving Me

Song Wuyou struggled ferociously to break free but her struggles seemed to anger Gu Yanhao more, making his kiss even rougher, almost akin to a wild wolf tearing flesh off its prey. At one point, Song Wuyou tasted blood in her mouth. Despair made her heart sink into an abyss. She ceased to struggle, letting Gu Yanhao do as he liked, lying there like a wooden puppet.

In the absence of her struggles, Gu Yanhao grew frenzied. His kisses traveled down all the way to her collarbone, to her shoulder.… Song Wuyou thought he'd bite her neck, just like the beast he was acting like – but Gu Yanhao stopped at this moment. His gaze was unfathomable when he raised his head to look at Song Wuyou.

Seeing her wide-eyed with a faraway gaze, something slammed into Gu Yanhao's heart. Lying on top of her, he finally asked the very question he was afraid to know the answer to: "Song Wuyou, do you like Mu Gu?"

At this question, her dark ink eyelashes slightly moved, but her heart felt like someone was stabbing needles into it. Her gaze moved down, looking at him with clear cold eyes. Was she the kind of indecisive woman that goes back and forth? His impression of her was horrible to this extent? Was it impossible for her to have a friend of the opposite gender? This person most likely doesn't know the meaning of a confidante.

"If I say I don't, would you believe me?" Song Wuyou stared directly at the man's eyes.

"I'll believe. Tear the painting with your hands, and I will believe."

"I cannot do that!"

Gu Yanhao looked at her with a dangerous gaze, "You're adamant to go against me?"

"The one going against me is you!"

"The flowers I gave you, you threw it to the floor like trash, but you treat the painting Mu Gu gave you like a precious treasure?"

Song Wuyou smiled coldly, "Those paintings are indeed precious treasures to me."

"Damn!" Provoked, Gu Yanhao's fist punched down right next to Song Wuyou's ear.

Song Wuyou felt a sharp force blow past her ear, then the whole bed slightly shook. This proved how heavy this punch was.

Song Wuyou calmly looked at him without any fear.

Irritated, Gu Yanhao removed himself from the bed, shooting Song Wuyou a stern glare before leaving the room in large strides. Still lying in the same position on the bed, Song Wuyou heaved a heavy sigh. His temper was exactly like that heartless man—

From the time he was enthroned as the Emperor, his temper grew worse every day, just like the current Gu Yanhao, flying into anger for no reason, unpredictable.

Song Wuyou swallowed her saliva, then slowly rose to a sitting position, not caring about her messy hair as she hastened to the balcony to pick up the painting.

Wrinkled, thoroughly wrinkled.

Squatting there, Song Wuyou lowered her head, staring at the wrinkled painting.

Looking at the scene of the painting, looking at herself riding on a horse in the battlefield, the memories of that time flooded into her mind. In that period of time, she and he were a pair.

She cared about him, but when she was on the battlefield with him, she never feared her own death. One time, in an intense battle, both of them were injured. At that time, he said they would live and die as one. Her calf was slashed open to the bones and he carried her on his back all the way back to their camp, personally cleaning and wrapping her wound.

She remembered asking him, "I have so many scars on my arms and legs, does it make you dislike me?"

He raised his head, seriously looking back at her, "No! In my heart these are not scars."

His words made her laughed, "Then, what are they?"

Tenderness shone in his, "Proof of loving me."

If she doesn’t love him, she wouldn't join the army with him, suffering so much.

Hearing his words, she smiled shyly. At that time, she thought to herself, as long as she could be at his side, it doesn't matter if she was to have more scars on her body.