So things, once they have begun, cannot be suppressed.
No matter how restrained or indifferent Lu Huai’an might be, he is only twenty-four years old. A young man full of vigor, once he experiences the sweetness, is like a beast locked away for twenty-four years, eager to break free from captivity and start hunting.
The girl, cornered by his body and the wall, remains oblivious, still chirping and complaining.
"If I don’t prove my innocence by trying the tea myself, who knows what you might say about ? Don’t I have my pride too?"
Lu Huai’an’s Adam’s apple bobbed as the alcohol in his body began to freely burn.
His calm, dark eyes grew deeper and more profound. He covered the girl’s head with a towel, obscuring her misty eyes, which made him feel a bit more at ease.
Taking the teacup, he headed towards the sofa, "You have a history, so my suspicions have reason."
Lin Chu was speechless.
She couldn’t outtalk him.
Pulling off the towel covering her face, she chased after him, "Give it, give it, I’ll drink it to show you."
She was running, so she was faster than Lu Huai’an, directly blocking his path, "If I really can’t change my ways, will you let the fire of lust consu to death?"
Just a cup of tea, and she still can’t clear her na...
Before Lin Chu could leap into his arms, Lu Huai’an had already raised his hand in ti to push back her forehead.
Gazing at her with a half-smile, he slowly said, "Get married in the morning, beco a widower at night, if word gets out, others will think I, Lu Huai’an, am jinxed for my wife. Who would dare marry their daughter to in the future? I’d end up lonely... Lin Chu, your heart’s really that an despite your small chest, huh?"
Lin Chu was speechless.
Excuse ???
Her face flushed crimson, her neck turning pink too.
Such a personally attacking statent is intolerable!
His Adam’s apple gently rolled, the restlessness at the bottom of the pool disturbing the calm lake.
His self-control is extraordinarily good, but only when facing anyone other than Lin Chu.
The entangled intimacy of that night broke free from its cage once again in his mind. Lu Huai’an sowhat roughly swung away the girl’s hand pressed on the back of his hand, walking to sit on the sofa.
Since the air conditioning was on very low, the tea in the cup was slightly cold; Lu Huai’an gulped several mouthfuls in a row.
Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the night, his voice was hoarse yet harsh, "You reek, stop wandering around in front of , get inside and take a bath."
Lin Chu was speechless again.
It felt as if a thousand knives had punctured her heart.
The chest issue hasn’t been resolved, and now he thinks she stinks?
Lin Chu was just about to pounce on Lu Huai’an and squeeze his neck to make him repeat himself when she suddenly rembered — this is their wedding night.
Every minute and second is exceedingly precious, once it’s over, it can never be repeated in this lifeti.
So how could she waste ti on such trivial matters, right?
Too lazy to argue with him, she made a haughty ’hmph’ before angrily storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
...
The sound of rain-like water dripped down.
Through the frosted glass, even though nothing could be seen, it seed as though Lu Huai’an could imagine the intimate scene inside.
He attributed all his unusual behavior to the alcohol’s instigation.
The tea in the cup wasn’t enough, and without any servants in the little building, he had long beco accustod to doing everything by himself.
Standing up, he planned to go downstairs for another cup.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
It was the sound of a phone vibrating.
Lu Huai’an withdrew his hand holding the doorknob, walked to the bed, and picked up his mobile.
On the lit-up screen, there was a flashing note of two words: Weiwei.
All the agitation in Lu Huai’an’s black eyes settled into calmness, not even a ripple remained.
He answered the call a second before the system cut it off.
"Huai’an..."
The low, choked voice echoed in his ear through the wireless waves, mixed with a hazy drunkenness, as if no other na could make her more sorrowful.
Lu Huai’an just listened to Shen Weiyi cry, without speaking or offering any response, his stern face betraying little emotion.
His dark eyes appeared as gloomy as the darkest rainy night.
Being soone who seldom expresses anger or joy, he had grown up in a family filled with scheming and plotting, long developing an indifferent cold nature.
Even if Shen Weiyi cried in front of him, he would probably still keep that detached deanor.
People who are very good at restraint won’t reveal even a sliver of emotion.
"You are no ordinary person now, always be cautious with your words and actions. Don’t go out when you’re drunk, it will be troubleso if paparazzi catch you."
His voice was flat, without a hint of emotion.
Shen Weiyi was sitting on the floor of the hotel balcony at that mont, with toppled wine bottles around her, hugging her knees, staring aimlessly over the ever-awake city.
Thousands of lights, streets as bright as day, with dazzling displays.
Yet... not a single light glows for her.
Her face streaked with tears, warm droplets cascading continuously from her eyes blurring her view, "Won’t... won’t you ask -where I am?"
When Lin Chu was drunk, he wouldn’t let her sleep alone on the restaurant table.
What about her...
It might have been a minute, or maybe two, before the man’s flat voice ca back, "Shaozhi will take good care of you, no need to worry about ."
Upon hearing this, Shen Weiyi’s lips twisted into a bitter smile, then slowly broke into laughter, like a beast’s repressed whimper.
Laughing, tears stread even more abundantly, "Clearly... I am the one who would be marrying you..."
The man on the other end of the line said nothing more.
Sotis, silence is the sharpest blade.
Shen Weiyi was the one who disconnected the call first.
She hugged her knees tightly, buried her face deeply, and curled into a tiny ball, her long black hair blown into disarray by the wind.
Like an abandoned stray cat, with nowhere to find solace ever again.
From inside the room, Gu Shaozhi watched her through the glass door, his deep eyes shrouded in darkness.
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Lu Huai’an went downstairs, refilled a cup of tea, and returned to the bedroom after drinking half of it.
His quiet, handso face showed no ripples, as if he had never taken that call.
After Lin Chu finished her bath and wrapped up her hair, she reached for her pajamas on the rack but found nothing there.
She stood in a daze for a mont, snapping back to recall that this wasn’t the Lin Family but the Lu Family.
Previously, every night the Lin family servants would prepare everything in advance, and she only needed to take herself into the bathroom.
Long used to that way of life, she hadn’t adjusted.
So, she had co in all flustered earlier for a bath, without rembering to take pajamas...
The clean towels were all soaked by her, perhaps, that was fate.
Clearing her throat, Lin Chu sweetly called out, "Husband, are you outside?"
There was no answer.
Once the shower was turned off, the bathroom was devoid of any excess sounds, completely silent.
With a door between them, Lin Chu couldn’t gauge what was happening outside.
Could it be that a drunk Lu Huai’an had fallen asleep?
Lin Chu also thought that maybe she had called him ’husband’ too syrupy earlier, causing Lu Huai’an to feel annoyed and ignore her.
She waited a bit longer.
Before her face could plaster into a smile, she slightly elevated her voice, "Lu Huai’an, your beautiful and cute wife forgot to bring her pajamas. Can you kindly deliver one in here? They’re all in the left closet, and I’ll wear whatever you choose, I’m not picky."
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