Chapter 89: Their Relationship Would Only Grow Better.
Spasms of pain pierced through Song Jiuyue’s heart.
A picture of Gu Yanhao lying on top of Song Wuyou emerged in her mind, and it shifted into another scene where Gu Yanhao was undressing in front of Song Wuyou. Both scenes were like knife slashing into her heart.
Mu Gu, dressed in casual white clothes, appeared in the corridor. Seeing Song Jiuyue standing in front of Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou’s bedroom door, he was a little surprised.
“Are you looking for Wuyou?” Mu Gu asked as he walked towards her.
“No.” Song Jiuyue shook her head.
“Then, you’re looking for Ah Hao ah?”
“Also not.” Song Jiuyue continued to shake her head. Underneath the fluorescent white light, her face seemed somewhat pale.
Mu Gu came to a stand before her, eyes looking curiously at her, “Not looking for Wuyou, and not looking for Ah Hao, then what are you standing here for?”
Mu Gu looked in the direction of Song Wuyou and Gu Yanhao’s bedroom door. There was only silence coming from the room.
At this moment, in fact, Song Wuyou was lying on the bed whereas Gu Yanhao ran out to the balcony for some cold fresh air to cool himself down. Thus, no noise was heard.
“It sounded like Wuyou and Young Master Gu were arguing just now,” Song Jiuyue stated softly. In front of others, of course, she needed to maintain the image of a dignified and elegant Eldest Miss of the Song Family.
Mu Gu and Gu Yanhao have been best friends since they were children. Accordingly, he got to know Song Jiuyue too from an early age too. Therefore, Song Jiuyue liking Gu Yanhao was not news to him.
Mu Gu perked up his ears to listen, but still, no sound came. He chuckled, “Probably you were mistaken. I know Ah Hao. He’s not someone that flies off the handle easily.”
“What’s more, there’s a woman as good as Wuyou. How could Ah Hao be willing to fight with her?”
Mu Gu singing Song Wuyou’s praises made Song Jiuyue truly unhappy inside.
Song Wuyou is a good woman?
Other than that face and body, what else is good? Even though her personality changed a little after the car accident, she was, in fact, still the same arrogant, wayward, and reckless woman. No education, no capability, and no job. Could she even be compared to herself?
Though she felt great injustice inwardly, in front of Mu Gu Song Jiuyue displayed a genteel smile, “Perhaps I was mistaken. I was really worried they might be fighting inside.”
Mu Gu laughed too, “No they won’t. I believe the two of them will only get better, won’t argue unnecessarily.”
Huh, I’m wishing for their relationship to go south…
“It’s already late, go rest early. There’s a lot of programs scheduled for tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Song Jiuyue replied, turned around and went to her room.
Mu Gu watched as Song Jiuyue walked away, a smile creeping up his face as he too returned to his room.
The weather continued to cooperate the next day. Clear skies stretched as far as the horizon. From early morning, the sun was up, bright and brilliant as a cool breeze blew over the ranch.
Gu Yanhao, Mu Gu, and the rest decided to go for a bout of archery after finishing breakfast. This was not the first time Song Jiuyue and Song Jiumei had visited Mu Gu’s ranch. Every time they came, they would shoot some arrows. For them, it was something exciting. Hitting the target gave them a great sense of accomplishment. More importantly, Gu Yanhao likes archery.
Not only does Gu Yanhao like archery, he likes to compete.
Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu were walking in front with Song Jiuyue and Song Jiumei behind them. Song Wuyou, walking slowly, was left far behind.
Song Jiuyue turned back and looked at Song Wuyou.
After shooting some arrows they planned to go horse riding, so all of them were in their riding gear. Song Jiuyue and Song Jiumei brought their own riding gear, whereas the gear Song Wuyou was wearing belonged to Mu Xin. The size and length suited Song Wuyou exactly, totally enhancing every curve and rounded softness of her petite figure, even adding an air of valiance to her.
This air of valiance coupled with Song Wuyou’s good looks was harsh and glaring in Song Jiuyue’s eyes.
“Song Wuyou, you don’t even know how to ride a horse. What are you putting on Mu Xin’s riding gear for?”