Chapter 4: Divorced Him, Married You

Gu Yanjing’s features are defined yet delicate; if you only look at the features, it actually resembles a slightly feminine beauty’s face. However, due to his powerful and cold aura, the femininity is stripped away, leaving only coldness and sharpness, a clean and cold severity that deters people from approaching, striking fear at a glance. Gu Yanjing walked closer and stood beside Qiao Yuxian, merely glancing at the man, and the man timidly left. As he left, the other few people standing not far away also left together. The corridor quieted down. Gu Yanjing looked at Qiao Yuxian. Qiao Yuxian leaned against the wall, a hint of a smile in her eyes, gazing at him all the while. "Have you been drinking?" Gu Yanjing asked. Qiao Yuxian didn’t answer but instead took a step toward him, looking up with a drunken smile, "Hey handsome, want to get married?" Gu Yanjing’s expressionless face darkened a shade. When Qiao Yuxian saw he didn’t reply, she added, "Handsome, you’re so handsome, let’s get married." "You’re married," Gu Yanjing squeezed out the four words as if between clenched teeth. "Nonsense," Qiao Yuxian grabbed Gu Yanjing’s sleeve, "I’m single." "Qiao Yuxian." "Then I’ll go get divorced now," Qiao Yuxian’s beautiful fox-like eyes were clouded with a drunken haze, her smile curved seductively, "I’ll leave him, and marry you." "Qiao Yuxian!" Gu Yanjing’s voice deepened a few notches. This woman, just forced him into marriage, and now she wants to leave again. Qiao Yuxian released his sleeve and leaned back against the wall, pouting, "Gu Yanjing, you’re so fierce." Gu Yanjing: "......" Qiao Yuxian raised her hand to rub her temples, softly complaining, "I’m never coming to this restaurant again. Liars, they clearly said the alcohol content was low." "If you drink too much, don’t wander around by yourself," Gu Yanjing said gravely. "It’s okay, those kind..." Qiao Yuxian clenched her fist to show Gu Yanjing, "I can take on two with just one punch." Gu Yanjing glanced at her fist, which wasn’t much bigger than an egg, and said nothing. Qiao Yuxian didn’t care about his reaction. She really was feeling a bit uncomfortable, rubbing her temples again, "Gu Yanjing, I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable. Take me home, I don’t want to be here anymore." "Who did you come with?" Gu Yanjing asked. "A roommate." "I’ll take you to find your roommate." "No," Qiao Yuxian frowned, "I don’t want to go back to the dorm, the dorm bed is uncomfortable. I want to go to Fenglin Villa, my new clothes there haven’t been unpacked." Gu Yanjing: "......" "Let’s go, go back," Qiao Yuxian said as she started to walk forward. Gu Yanjing watched her for a few seconds, but in the end, he followed her, his voice both cold and helpless, "You should be going that way." Qiao Yuxian paused, looked ahead, "Oh." Then she turned and walked back. Gu Yanjing walked beside her, and for a moment, that look... it seemed like he was looking at... a little fool. ... Gu Yanjing’s two friends had already left. In the parking lot, Meng Yan got out of the car and opened the door, and he hesitated for a moment when he saw Qiao Yuxian. He hadn’t seen her for half a month, and he almost forgot about her. "Mr. Meng, we meet again," Qiao Yuxian said with a smile. Meng Yan immediately put on a standard smile and said, "Miss Qiao, hello." Qiao Yuxian chuckled twice, and suddenly, the voice of Gu Yanjing came from behind, "Get in the car." "So fierce," Qiao Yuxian pouted, muttering quietly as she got into the car. Gu Yanjing glanced at Meng Yan and also got into the car. Meng Yan’s smile froze, his little heart trembled, his pupils dilated, feeling as if a knife was hanging over his neck. Did he do something wrong? Meng Yan mechanically helped Gu Yanjing close the car door, sat in the front passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt as he thought. It wasn’t until the car drove out of the parking lot that he started to figure some things out. It seemed like... Miss Qiao was too enthusiastic towards him. Even though his boss, Mr. Gu, and Miss Qiao had no feelings for each other... she was still Mr. Gu’s wife on the household registration. Meng Yan quietly took a breath and made a mental note. Miss Qiao got in the car, finished her phone call with her roommate, said she wasn’t feeling well, and was going home, then leaned against the window and fell asleep. Gu Yanjing sat in the car, and after a while, noticed the quiet beside him and turned his head to look over. Today, Qiao Yuxian was dressed very simply, in a white T-shirt and light blue skinny jeans. Her legs were together, tilted slightly towards the car door. The T-shirt tucked into her jeans, her waist was very slender. Her neck was slender and fair, forming a beautiful curve. When she was asleep, she looked very obedient. Her rosy thin lips were pursed, and her long eyelashes drooped. Gu Yanjing watched for a while, then suddenly pursed his thin lips lightly, moved his gaze away, and turned to look out the window. Qiao Yuxian slept obediently all the way. Upon reaching Fenglin Villa, Gu Yanjing got out of the car, opened her side of the door, and called her three times to wake her up. Then, in less than a minute, Gu Yanjing regretted waking her up. Qiao Yuxian got off the car, followed behind Gu Yanjing, swaying for two steps, then grabbed his sleeve: "I’m dizzy, hold me steady." Gu Yanjing stopped and turned to look at her. Qiao Yuxian was clutching his sleeve, head down, brows furrowed, and she indeed looked uncomfortable. Gu Yanjing paused for a moment, raised his hand to support her forearm, and led her towards the villa. "Hold me," Qiao Yuxian complained as she walked a couple of steps more. Gu Yanjing ignored her and continued to lead her forward. A few more steps, Qiao Yuxian suddenly grabbed Gu Yanjing’s arm, using an opposite force: "Hold me." Gu Yanjing: "... I’m holding." Meng Yan was behind them, and from those four words, he could tell Mr. Gu’s patience was reaching its limit. "You’re not," Qiao Yuxian still pulling him backward, "you’re dragging me, not holding me. You’re making me dizzy." "You’re dizzy because you drank," Gu Yanjing said in a cold voice. "Nonsense," Qiao Yuxian glared at him fiercely, "I can’t touch alcohol, I get drunk when I do, so I never drink." Qiao Yuxian had very standard fox eyes, deep and alluring. After a bit of drinking, her fair skin was flushed, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Her fierce demeanor was both intoxicating and enchanting. Gu Yanjing looked at her: "......" Meng Yan touched his nose, slowly inching backward, fearing to get involved. The two of them stood in the yard for a while, Gu Yanjing with a cold face, stepped forward, hoisted her over his shoulder, and walked into the villa. Meng Yan’s eyes widened, standing still, didn’t dare to follow. "Ah, help!" Qiao Yuxian, head down, got dizzier, kept slapping Gu Yanjing’s back, "Help, murder!" "Behave," Gu Yanjing held her leg bends firmly. "Help, help, help..." Qiao Yuxian’s hands flailed around, whispering a series of calls for help, "Ah——" A thud, a scream, Qiao Yuxian’s left hand hit the cabinet at the entrance, and she quieted down. Gu Yanjing reached the living room and put her down on the sofa. Qiao Yuxian sat on the sofa, clutching her left hand, with her head down. From Gu Yanjing’s angle, he could see her lips pursed, looking quite unhappy. "Where did you hit?" Qiao Yuxian ignored him. "Speak." Qiao Yuxian frowned, looked up at him, and stretched her left hand out to him. Gu Yanjing first saw her little aggrieved expression, and then glanced at her hand. It seemed to have hit the cabinet corner, with her hand back a bit swollen, but not serious. "It’s fine," Gu Yanjing said. "How is it fine?" Qiao Yuxian insisted, shoving her hand further towards him, "It’s swollen, needs ointment." Gu Yanjing frowned: "I’ll have Aunt Mei apply some ointment later." Aunt Mei was the housekeeper. "You did it, why should Aunt Mei apply it," Qiao Yuxian’s voice was somewhat hoarse. "You did it yourself," Gu Yanjing’s voice sounded like he’s pacing the limits of patience. "You did it," Qiao Yuxian’s eyes were blurry, unfocused, "You just hit me, domestically abused me." Gu Yanjing: "......" "You apply it," Qiao Yuxian lowered her head, sank into the sofa, muttering, "It hurts." Gu Yanjing looked at her for a couple of seconds, turned away, and left...