This boy’s na is Cheng Lichuan, he’s Gu Jiahui’s aunt’s son.
When Gu Jiahui was young, his parents were very busy with work, and they didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone with the servants and nanny, so they often sent him to his aunt’s place.
He spent half of each year at his aunt’s house.
Their house was in the suburbs, and Cheng Lichuan got into a university here, which was far from ho, about an hour and a half by car, but very close to Gu Jiahui’s apartnt.
Gu Jiahui was close to his cousin since they were little, like real brothers who shared everything. He let his cousin stay here so that they could sotis drink and chat together.
Cheng Lichuan could cook all kinds of dishes. During past winter and sumr vacations when both parents were busy, he was the one who took care of Gu Jiahui’s als and drinks.
He quickly made fried rice with eggs and lettuce in oyster sauce and brought it to the table.
While eating, Cheng Lichuan asked, "Why did you take leave today?"
"Yang Mingming was really embarrassed today and went ho. It was such a good opportunity, of course, I went to comfort her." Gu Jiahui said coolly.
His eyes were indifferent and detached, devoid of any emotion as he spoke.
Cheng Lichuan frowned slightly, "The girl you have a crush on?"
"Yes." Gu Jiahui’s emotions remained flat.
Cheng Lichuan knew his brother well and always felt that Gu Jiahui was plotting sothing.
Whenever Gu Jiahui ntioned Yang Mingming, there was no hint of a shy young boy’s heartbeat, but rather a heaviness.
It seed as if he was repressing so deep-seated grudge in his heart.
Cheng Lichuan never fully understood him. The Gu family might have so enemies, but their relationship with the Yang family was pretty good; there was no significant grudge between the two families.
"Didn’t you give flowers to another girl last ti?" Cheng Lichuan tried hard to change the subject, "What was her na again? Sothing Tang Tang?"
"Sheng Tang," Gu Jiahui replied.
When he ntioned Sheng Tang, his tone beca very gentle. It was like a feather fluttering gently across his heart.
Cheng Lichuan himself was not mature enough to distinguish his cousin’s complex emotions.
He was two years older than Gu Jiahui, but Gu Jiahui was far more mature and sophisticated and was already helping his father manage a company.
"Are you two-timing?" Cheng Lichuan asked.
Gu Jiahui chuckled.
"No, just teasing that little girl," Gu Jiahui laughed softly, "I would never really pursue her."
His usual smiles were always sowhat deliberately polished, making people feel calm and refined, but only Cheng Lichuan knew that Gu Jiahui’s genuine smiles were mischievous, like a naughty little boy.
Cheng Lichuan felt that he really liked Sheng Tang.
"Is she pretty?" Cheng Lichuan asked again, "Prettier than Yang Mingming?"
Gu Jiahui’s face instantly turned cold.
There was an indelible sneer at the corner of his mouth, "It can’t be compared!"
No one knew who he thought couldn’t compare to whom.
That day, he was in a bad mood all along.
After finishing dinner, Cheng Lichuan instructed Gu Jiahui to wash the dishes and then went out for a run.
When he returned from running, he showered, worked on his thesis, and then went online to play gas.
He didn’t have class in the morning, so he planned to stay up all night to clear the level with his classmates. Around two in the morning, he ca out to get so beer and found the balcony door was open.
There was a figure standing on the balcony, smoking. The dim light of the cigarette accentuated Gu Jiahui’s extrely cold face.
Cheng Lichuan knew sothing was weighing heavily on his mind today.
His brother had always been a heavy thinker, with a lot of tricks up his sleeve ever since he was a child.
Sotis, Cheng Lichuan couldn’t understand him.
His uncle only had Gu Jiahui as a son, and his uncle and aunt got along well, rarely arguing in front of others.
Gu Jiahui should have been pampered, so what was he so depressed about all the ti?
He secretly harbored depression while pretending to be obedient and sensible in front of others, it was truly baffling.
Even though they grew up together, Cheng Lichuan still didn’t understand him.
"Brother, if I go to jail soday, you must rember to send cigarettes." Gu Jiahui seed to have eyes at the back of his head, his voice so soft and sorrowful, "I probably won’t be able to quit smoking in this lifeti."
What he said made Cheng Lichuan’s heart sink.
Jail?
What was he talking about going to jail for?
"Are you okay?"
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