Chapter 258: Intentions
When the party was nearing the end, Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou left the event. Tonight’s party was basically a venue to wash Song Wuyou’s bad reputation clean.
Undoubtedly, Song Wuyou was really beautiful.
She is skilled in making clothes, plays the zither, that natural voice when talking, and her indifferent elegance made everyone look at her differently.
Though it was late by the time they reached the villa, Song Wuyou still made the time to change Gu Yanhao’s bandage and clean his wound. Gu Yanhao stretched lazily on the sofa, watching Song Wuyou with a faint smile and a gentle gaze. Song Wuyou turned red. Self-conscious from being stared at so intensely, she rolled her eyes at him.
“What is the name of the song you played tonight?” He has never heard it before.
Song Wuyou pursed her lips. That was a song she used to play in her past life that did not manage to survive to this date, therefore he won’t understand even if she tells him.
“I simply played it.” She lowered her eyes, long lashes concealing the flicker of emotion in her eyes.
Gu Yanhao’s unfathomable eyes were colored with suspicion, “Simply playing can produce such a nice melody?”
The actions on Song Wuyou’s petite slender fingers paused as she raised her head, answering with nonchalance, “I thought it sounded bad.”
Gu Yanhao looked directly into Song Wuyou’s eyes, “When did you learn how to play the older zither?”
“When I was very young.” This was the truth.
Gu Yanhao raised an eyebrow, the look in his eyes darkening as he looked at her, “Who’s your teacher?”
Song Wuyou looked back at him honestly, “Passed away.”
It was her mother and Dongfang Xuan’s mother who’d taught her. Her mother died as part of the nine familial generations, whereas Dongfang Xuan’s mother died the day after he ascended the throne.
“What a pity. I was thinking to personally pay your teacher a visit.”
“……..” Song Wuyou lowered her head again as she continued attending to his bandage. Even if they’ were still alive, you wouldn’t be able to visit them personally ah.
His hand reached out, caressing her head. A tiny chuckle sounded from him, “Song Wuyou, the surprises that you give are building up to quite a list.”
Song Wuyou blanked for a second before twisting her head to the side, “Don’t disturb me, I’m very tired tonight.” After a small pause, she continued as if recalling something. Looking up at Gu Yanhao she said, “Before we left, I saw Song Jiuyue getting into the elevator with Cheng Junhua.”
The look in Gu Yanhao’s eyes turned slightly solemn: “I know.”
Song Wuyou frowned, thinking about it, “Song Jiuyue isn’t planning to seduce Cheng Junhua, is she?”
He looked at her adoringly, “You snatched the position of Mrs. Gu, so she must be planning to grab the Mrs. Cheng spot.”
“If she succeeds in becoming Mrs. Cheng, she will definitely use Cheng Junhua’s influence to get Yang Yuhui out.” A hint of worry weaved into Song Wuyou’s voice.
Gu Yanhao’s lips curved into a devil-like smile. Cupping Song Wuyou’s face in his hand he said, “Cheng Junhua won’t have this chance.”
“……” A flash of doubt flickered past Song Wuyou’s eyes. What does he mean? Could it mean that Cheng Junhua’s influence is lesser than his? But Cheng Junhua is a prime candidate for the next President, and he’s also the incumbent President’s nephew.
The sun in the new morning was exceptionally beautiful, its radiance shining into the room despite the heavy curtains.
Song Jiuyue, who had a habit of sleeping with a sleep mask, had to do without one last night for she spent the night in a hotel room. The brilliant sunlight slipped into the room through the gaps in the curtain, making her eyes uncomfortable.
She blinked her eyes several times to ease the discomfort which evolved into a full body lazy stretch.
“Ah~…!” Just as she raised her arms above her head, the soreness of her muscles caused her to let out a little gasp of pain. This kind of soreness quickly made her aware the cause of it.
Last night she and Cheng Junhua….
Song Jiuyue stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thoughts. The night before, Cheng Junhua was like a wild wolf ravishing her, famished as if he was about to swallow her into his stomach. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Song Jiuyue quickly regained her senses: Cheng Junhua is still here?
Her lips hooked up in a cold complacent smile. Isn’t it better that he’s still here? She could seize this chance to ‘negotiate’ with him.