Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gu Haoting’s kiss grew even more intense.
It felt like a thunderstorm.
His breathing quickened as his eyes glossed over—they were tender and deeply affectionate.
However, Huo Weiwu’s eyes were shut, causing her to miss this sight.
Right before the kiss ended, he bit down on her lips as though he could never get enough of kissing her.
Huo Weiwu frowned in pain and brought her hand toward Gu Haoting’s face with the intention of slapping him.
He grabbed her wrist and pinned it down beside her head. In a low voice, he said, “My woman only needs to have my respect; she doesn’t need my pity. Do you understand me?”
“What a load of bullsh*t. Let go of me!” said Huo Weiwu as she tried to twist her wrist out of his grip.
Gu Haoting’s lips curled into a shallow smile that appeared both charming and seductive. “She only needs my respect! Just mine! The only explanation that I need to give is this: she just needs to listen to me alone.”
Huo Weiwu was speechless.
“I’m sleepy,” said Huo Weiwu, as she didn’t wish to continue this conversation. She turned her body so that her back was facing him and shut her eyes.
She thought that it would be a sleepless night.
Ever since her father passed away, she had found it difficult to sink into sleep. Even if she could sleep, she would often wake up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes, she would even feel like something heavy was weighing her body down. She could neither shout nor move, but she could always hear her thoughts with incredible clarity.
The scientific term for it was “sleep paralysis.”
The explanation for this phenomenon was that it happened in instances where the mind was awake, but the body was still fatigued.
However, this time, she miraculously managed to sleep through the night. She didn’t wake up until 9:00 A.M.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows and illuminated one corner of the bed. Gu Haoting was nowhere to be seen.
Huo Weiwu washed up and emerged from the bedroom.
Gu Haoting was sitting at the round glass table by the window, dressed in a black, western-style suit that accentuated his muscular figure.
With his cup of coffee and newspaper, he looked like the perfect picture of a wealthy man.
His presence made her apartment, which was two simple rooms and one living area, feel like it had become much more high-class.
Gu Haoting noticed Huo Weiwu walking out of the room. He folded the newspaper closed and directed his gaze toward her. “Hurry up and come have breakfast.”
Huo Weiwu drew the chair opposite him and sat down. She grabbed his coffee and took a big sip before asking, “Don’t you need to go to the military base?”
Gu Haoting gazed intently at her as though he was trying to see straight through her.
Huo Weiwu’s face remained calm as she allowed him to inspect her.
“I’ll be making a trip there, so I won’t be coming back tonight. Behave yourself at home. My sister’s wedding with Wei Yankang is happening next Saturday, so you can decide on the gift we should give them,” Gu Haoting instructed her.
Auntie Long came over with some tonic soup, warm milk, and noodles.
Huo Weiwu lowered her head and casually scooped up the noodles with her chopsticks. She asked nonchalantly, “Can I send a wreath? I think a white chrysanthemum wreath would be suitable.”
“Don’t be cheeky. I don’t want my sister to come crying and complaining to me,” Gu Haoting warned her.
Huo Weiwu curled her lips into a wicked grin. “In that case, tell your sister that I can’t control her tear ducts.”
“Are you still in love with Wei Yankang?” Gu Haoting asked abruptly as his eyes grew visibly harder.
“Who? That scumbag?” Huo Weiwu slouched back against her seat. She placed one leg over the other and tapped her foot.
“Sending a wreath only sends the message that you’re angry and jealous. That you can’t move on, and that you’re still in love with him. Remember who you are now—you are Wei Yankang’s sister-in-law, and Gu Haoting’s woman,” said Gu Haoting firmly as he stood up.
The big room suddenly felt so much colder, as though someone had lowered the temperature of the air-conditioner.
Gu Haoting placed a gold credit card on the table. “The passcode is 081919. The first four digits represent your birthday.”