Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Soiled Your Clothes_1
Gu Liancheng leaned down and gently kissed her on the eyes, "Sleep."
Eleven was in a deep sleep, oblivious and unresponsive.
Sitting by the bed, Gu Liancheng watched her for a long while. Suddenly, she sniffled in her sleep, looking extrely pitiful.
He sighed, essentially forgiving all her actions.
Her tantrums, leaving ho with no intention to return, ignoring ssages, blocking his calls, standing him up, and even her drunkenness—all these evaporated because of Eleven’s heartbreaking sobs.
Gu Liancheng moved to the office chair nearby, massaging his throbbing forehead.
It was already one in the morning, yet Su Bai was still online.
Gu Liancheng: Cute didn’t make a fuss, did she?
Su Bai: Rest assured, Mr. Gu! Missy is all well! She fell asleep early.
Gu Liancheng: Good. Can we find out anything about Eleven’s life prior to entering the orphanage?
Su Bai: Mr. Gu, why the sudden interest in the First Lady’s early life?
In the four years he has been with Eleven, their life has been peaceful, like a couple with a very good relationship. No petty quarrels, the harmony in their relationship was abnormal in a way.
The recent complications arose mainly due to the appearance of Jin Xiangbei—her ex-boyfriend.
So far, the number of tis he had asked Su Qing and Su Bai to investigate Eleven could be counted on one hand.
The first ti, he was caught in soone else’s sche. He investigated whether she was involved in the incident. The result was that she was innocent, and it was revealed that she had been living in an orphanage since the age of ten, with no details about her parents. He didn’t think much about it at the ti and didn’t probe any further.
Five years ago.
"The sun is out," he said.
The rain ca quickly and left just as rapidly. Eleven, who was crouched on the ground, suddenly stopped crying. She blew her nose, still sobbing slightly, "After the storm, the sun will co out."
At that ti, Eleven was eighteen, Gu Liancheng was twenty-three, only five years older than her. But his mature deanor was incomparable to his peers.
Due to his upbringing, he was naturally indifferent, not talkative, and even hid his emotions well. To so, he was too cold, possessing an maturity and stability uncommon for his age.
Back then, the Fang Eleven he saw was a young girl who had not yet been tempered by society, who was inexperienced, and whose entire being was still brimming with youthful vitality.
Her smile would always make him feel brighter than sunshine.
He extended his hand to help her up, but eleven did not stretch out her hand in return.
In her mory, his hands were very beautiful and clean. Eleven didn’t want to dirty them.
When she tried to stand up herself, her feet felt numb and she stumbled.
Gu Liancheng let go of the umbrella and went forward to support her.
"Thank you, I’m fine now. But... I dirtied your clothes." Eleven looked at his wet white shirt and felt very embarrassed.
"I’ll take you back to the city."
All the way, Eleven sat far from Gu Liancheng, almost sticking to the door and hardly daring to speak.
This car looked very expensive, and everything in it seed to be of high value.
Looking at the white carpet under her feet, she was filled with regret.
Her shoes, sared with mud, were stepping on this pristine carpet, and the seat she was sitting on was still dripping with rainwater from her body.
Feeling uncomfortable as if sitting on pins and needles, she lowered her head and said, "Sir, I’m sorry, I dirtied your car. Maybe you should just let
go now, I can make my own way back."
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