Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love Chapter 196: 195: Ming Yao, Are You Going to Leave Me?

Chapter 196: Chapter 195: Ming Yao, Are You Going to Leave ?

Hearing Jing Hang ntion Senior Brother, Ming Yao’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Jing Hang, have I not said that I don’t want you to ntion him in front of again?” her usually languid and casual voice carried a hint of biting cold.

Jing Hang sighed, “I know you still mind that he married our junior sister, but just because you couldn’t be husband and wife, can’t you be friends? After all, we grew up together from childhood. Senior Brother still cares about you, he said he’ll soon have the dicine ready to cure your insomnia!”

“Big Sister, with the dicine to treat your insomnia, you won’t have to stay here anymore, you can co back with …”

Jing Hang hadn’t finished speaking when Aunt Zhong’s voice suddenly ca from outside the parlor.

“Fourth Master, is this the docunt you left at ho?”

Ming Yao’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly made eye contact with Jing Hang, signaling him to stop talking.

Jing Hang imdiately covered his mouth, his mind filled with curses.

Why did every ti he spoke, her husband in na could hear?

Ming Yao rose swiftly and pulled open the door of the parlor.

The man’s tall and cold figure disappeared at the staircase.

Ming Yao hurried to the staircase and called out softly, “Husband?”

The man paused slightly and looked back at her, “I had a docunt left at ho, ca back to get it.”

His features were handso and deep, his face largely expressionless, inscrutable to those trying to glean his thoughts.

For a mont, Ming Yao was unsure whether he had heard her conversation with Jing Hang or not?

…

All day long, Ming Yao felt sowhat uneasy.

Gu Siting did not send her a ssage on WeChat.

These days, after he went to work in the morning, he would send a ssage around noon to ask if she had eaten?

But today, he hadn’t ssaged her.

Ming Yao faintly guessed that he might have heard the conversation between her and Jing Hang.

Gu Corporation.

When it was ti to leave work, Gu Siting subconsciously thought to drive back to Imperial Garden.

After starting the car, he turned it off again.

He looked tense, his deep dark eyes gloomy and unclear as he gazed ahead.

He took out a cigarette, lit one, and began to smoke contemplatively.

Until Yanxi called.

“Fourth Brother, it’s been a while since we got together; what have you been up to recently? I haven’t even seen you around?”

“Yunshen and I are at Yonghe Pavilion, will you co?”

Gu Siting humd a low agreent, then drove to Yonghe Pavilion.

Upon arrival, Gu Siting sat down on the sofa, said nothing, picked up a glass, and started drinking one cup after another.

“Is Fourth Brother troubled by sothing?” Yanxi whispered to Fu Yunshen.

Yanxi suddenly rembered that not long ago, he saw that guy nad Jing with another Young Master, looking quite chummy. Could it be that Fourth Brother was jealous?

“Fourth Brother, if the old doesn’t go, the new won’t co. If you truly like that type that much, should I find one for you?”

Gu Siting gave Jing Hang a cold glance, “If you’re a brother, drink with and save the chatter.”

Yanxi and Fu Yunshen drank desperately in good company, keeping up with Gu Siting’s pace.

……

Imperial Garden.

When Ming Yao was in a drowsy sleep, she heard noises in the bedroom.

The man was drunk, staggering into the room.

Even from afar, Ming Yao could sll the strong scent of alcohol.

She frowned and got up from the bed.

Approaching, she steadied the man, “Why did you drink so much?”

The man lay on the bed, his eyes half-closed, not responding to her words.

Ming Yao watched him for a few seconds, then turned and went downstairs to make him so sobering tea.

Gu Siting watched her leave, his gaze deep and complex.

He had drunk a lot that night, was drunk, yet it was as if he wasn’t drunk at all.

He stared at the ceiling, his lips tightly pursed, lost in thought.

Ti passed, and suddenly, the sound of an incoming text ssage broke the silence.

He grabbed his phone casually and took a glance.

It was from an unfamiliar number.

[I will co to pick you up in two months.]

Only then did he realize he had taken the wrong phone.

It was Ming Yao’s phone.

Just by looking, he could tell that the number was from overseas.

He couldn’t help but recall the conversation he overheard between her and Jing Hang that morning.

[I know you’re still bothered by him marrying Junior Sister, but even if you can’t be husband and wife, can’t you remain friends? After all, we grew up together since childhood, and Senior Brother still cares about you. He said he’s about to develop a dicine that will cure your insomnia!]

[Senior Sister, once we have the dicine for your insomnia, you won’t need to stay here anymore, you can co back with …]

Staying here, staying by his side, was it all just because he could be her sleeping aid?

And now that a cure for insomnia had been found, was she going to leave him?

What was he then?

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Gu Siting put down Ming Yao’s phone.

Ming Yao ca in with a cup of sobering tea, and the man who had been lying on the bed was now half-sitting up.

His dark eyes watched her intently, as if trying to see through her.

Under his gaze, Ming Yao’s scalp tingled, and her chest felt tight.

“The sobering tea is ready—you should drink it,” she said.

She brought the tea over to him, but in the next second, he swept it aside.

The cup and its contents of sobering tea were scattered all over the floor.

The man reached out, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled her onto him.

The scent of alcohol on him made her wrinkle her brows in discomfort.

She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, “Go take a shower first.”

The man did not budge, and the grip on her wrist grew tighter.

Ming Yao’s skin was delicate, and as he squeezed tighter, her wrist beca sore and red.

“Let go, you’re hurting ,” she said.

Gu Siting’s chest was filled with a growing resentnt, and his rationality was slowly slipping away. His dark eyes fixed on the woman in his arms, his low voice burst from deep within his throat, “Ming Yao,”

He called her by her na.

Every ti he was angry, he would call her by her full na.

“If I wasn’t your sleeping aid, would you stay by my side?”

Ming Yao’s heart skipped a beat.

Indeed, he had heard her conversation with Jing Hang.

Ming Yao was about to say sothing, but the man cut her off with a cold voice, “Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

He clasped her chin, lifted her small face, and bent down to kiss her lips forcefully.

A fire raged in his heart, forbidding him from hearing her answer, his rationality fading under the intensifying flas.

All he knew was that she was his wife, his woman!

No one could take her away from him!

Ming Yao hadn’t taken any dication tonight, and she struggled in his embrace, trying to dodge his kiss.

“Gu Siting, you’re drunk!” she exclaid.

Though she liked his scent, she didn’t appreciate the odor of alcohol all over him.

Her struggling and avoidance displeased him.

He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and proceeded to rip off his tie, intending to bind her wrists.

His actions infuriated Ming Yao.

She wasn’t his prey, what right did he have to bind her?

As he moved to bind her wrists, she raised her hand and fiercely slapped him across the face.

A crisp ‘slap’ echoed through the room, plumting the temperature to an ice-cold level!