The headline of An City’s entertainnt news featured a large report on Shen Weiyi’s concert, marking her ten years since debut—her interviews, live broadcasts, promotional videos... everything.
From buses to giant billboards, she was everywhere, truly capturing all attention.
With two days to go until New Year’s Eve, the sound of firecrackers could already be heard, with mischievous children occasionally setting off fireworks and firecrackers.
Gu Shaozhi, who hadn’t been seen for a long ti, ca to the Riverfront Apartnt. He certainly wasn’t there to see Lin Chu. The two couldn’t stand each other; their only common topics were Ji Wanxia and Lu Huai’an, leaving little to say.
Lin Chu sat on the sofa watching a cartoon with her son and only glanced briefly when Gu Shaozhi ca in, then told her son, "Greet Uncle Gu."
Qi Ming recognized Gu Shaozhi; his first visit to an amusent park was with Gu Shaozhi and Ji Wanxia.
He politely greeted, "Hello, Uncle."
Gu Shaozhi nodded in response and, in his mild voice, asked Lin Chu, "Where’s Huai’an?"
Even though not much ti had passed since they last t, Lin Chu still felt the coldness and undercurrents in this man were on par with Lu Huai’an.
It seed like an invisible wall kept everyone aside from him at a two-ter distance.
On what was already the coldest winter night, the weather forecast ntioned that it might snow tomorrow or the day after, so the outdoor temperature was quite low.
Gu Shaozhi just stood there, the chilling aura silently spreading through the surroundings, as if the cold he’d brought from outside hadn’t dissipated.
Even though the living room heating made wearing thin spring clothes comfortable, Lin Chu still felt a chilly breeze creeping toward her.
Even Qi Ming, who usually showed no interest in anyone, glanced a few more tis.
Lin Chu didn’t want to remain in this invisible pressure, so she didn’t deliberately beco confrontational with Gu Shaozhi, saying, "He’s in the study. You can go up."
After handing his coat to the maid, Gu Shaozhi strode upstairs.
The heavy footsteps started from the center of the living room and ended outside the second-floor study door. Lin Chu could clearly hear the door closing, followed by silence.
As it was almost dinner ti, the maid had prepared all the dishes but hadn’t started cooking yet.
She approached Lin Chu and asked for her opinion, "Madam, should we add a few more dishes?"
Even though Lin Chu wasn’t that familiar with Gu Shaozhi, she knew he wouldn’t stay for dinner there. Busy or not, his inherent coldness made any place feel uneasy.
She waved her hand and casually said, "No need, just bring up a couple of teas."
The maid nodded respectfully, "Okay."
With only mother and son in the living room, the cartoon episode on the TV ended, and Lin Chu suddenly heard Qi Ming ask, "Mom, has Uncle Gu separated from Godmother?"
It wasn’t a separation but returning to where they belonged.
She smiled, "Do you know what ’separated’ ans?"
Qi Ming stared at Lin Chu without blinking, his eyes purer than winter snow, "It ans... it ans they no longer live together, don’t call each other, and no one knows what the other is doing, where they are, or who they are with."
Lin Chu thought, and it seed that was indeed the case.
A child’s perspective is simple but also the clearest.
Lin Chu didn’t say ’no,’ or ’yes.’ Her mobility wasn’t great, so she couldn’t hug her son.
During pregnancy, a woman exudes a gentle aura. Looking at Qi Ming, Lin Chu wore a gentle smile, devoid of the wantonness and boldness of years past.
Even her voice softened, "If, if I were to separate from your dad, would you cry?"
Because she was smiling, the light emotion in her eyes was well concealed, unnoticed by the five-year-old.
Qi Ming had seed to have thought about this before. His reaction wasn’t strong, even peaceful.
"I would be sad, but I wouldn’t cry."
Lin Chu didn’t know what her son was thinking. Did he assu that even if she separated from Lu Huai’an, he would go with her?
She raised her hand, touched her son’s cheek, maintaining the gentle smile, and softly said, "Boys should be independent, and you’ll have a sister with you..."
Zhuxi, Zhunan.
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The study on the second floor.
After placing the teacups down, the maid respectfully exited and closed the door.
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