C258

Chapter 258 - Gu Zhirou's Secret

Pei Qingheng didn't move at all. The amber-colored eyes that held a smile in them didn't conceal the deep emotions that lurked in the depths of their eyes.

Lin Sitong shifted her gaze away in a slightly flustered manner. Ever since Pei Qingheng had admitted his intentions to him earlier, the words he faced him with became more and more... He wouldn't be able to withstand it. However, what made Lin Sitong even more shocked was that she did not dislike Pei Qingheng speaking to her in such a manner at all …

Just as this thought appeared in Lin Sitong's mind, it was quickly flipped over by her.

It wasn't his fault! It was all because of Pei Qingheng's glib tongue! That must be it!

As Lin Sitong thought about it, her eyes became sharp and fierce. She glared at Pei Qingheng and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Smooth talker!"

After that, he held his little heart, which was still beating wildly, and heavily closed the door with a "Pa" sound.

Pei Qingheng stood in the room with the door tightly closed, and an innocent expression appeared on his face.

"This child …" After Gu Zhirou heard the heavy "pa" sound of the door being closed, her eyes revealed a look of amusement, and quickly turned into worry, "I wonder what she's feeling so uncomfortable about."

Aunt Wang looked at Gu Zhirou, and said hesitantly: "Madam, to Miss Lin, you …"

"Why should I care so much about her?" Gu Zhirou sat in front of the dresser, seemingly unintentionally taking back the words Aunt Wang did not finish asking. Gu Zhirou chuckled, and suddenly changed the topic: "It's been a long time since this house has been so lively, no?"

Aunt Wang was startled.

"Looking at Stirton is like looking at myself when I was young. "If it wasn't for …" Gu Zhirou paused for a moment, then smiled lightly: "I will definitely think that she's the child I lost."

Aunt Wang looked at Gu Zhirou who was sitting in front of the mirror. She still looked young and beautiful but her eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. Aunt Wang's heart immediately hurt, and the image of Gu Zhirou when she was young appeared in front of his eyes once again. She was so beautiful, it was as if stars had fallen into her eyes. However, all these years have passed …

Aunt Wang said softly, "Madam, all these years, it has been hard on you …"

Gu Zhirou laughed faintly, the look in her eyes was somewhat cold: "It's not hard, all these years have come."

"You... Are you still complaining about this? "

Gu Zhirou's expression instantly became cold, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "If not for him, my child would have lived happily like them today!"

The Aunt Wang glanced at Gu Zhirou as though she wanted to say something, and advised: "Madam, all these years have passed, mister he …"

"The stew in the kitchen should be ready. Bring a bowl to Miss." Gu Zhirou said lightly, interrupting Aunt Wang from speaking further.

Aunt Wang sighed silently in her heart. Every time she mentioned Mister, Madam always had this kind of attitude. All these years had passed, and seeing the perfect match between a talented man and a beautiful woman turning into such a cold and unfamiliar appearance, the people beside Mister and Madam always felt that it was a pity.

But...

Aunt Wang sighed again, she kept his thoughts and followed Gu Zhirou's words: "I will go now."

Gu Zhirou nodded. Then, as if she had thought of something, she added another sentence, "Bring another bowl to Qing Heng and get Stone to send a bowl to him."

Looking at Aunt Wang's expression from the mirror, Gu Zhirou suddenly smiled: "Do you think that I'm too nosy?"

"I don't think so." The Aunt Wang said in a low voice.

Gu Zhirou looked at the thing in her hand in a daze and said softly, "I don't know what's going on … Seeing them like this, I always want to help them. "

Aunt Wang quietly raised her head and saw a plain looking silver ring on Gu Zhirou's hand.

That is...

Aunt Wang's heart immediately ached. She didn't continue speaking and calmly turned around to leave.

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"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

The person who was madly ravaging the quilt was lying on the bed …

"Miss, it's me."

Lin Sitong jumped up from the bed, tidied up the Clothes on her body, and opened the door: "Aunt Wang."

Aunt Wang had a benevolent smile on her face as she held two bowls of soup in her hands. "The Gastrodia Black Chicken Soup that the Madam ordered me to make for you and Mr. Pei is good enough. I'll bring you a bowl."

"Thank you." Lin Sitong said as she stepped aside and watched Aunt Wang place the two bowls of soup onto the tea table in the room with a smile.

"Miss, please remember to drink while it's hot." With that, the Aunt Wang turned and left.

"Eh?!" Lin Sitong was startled to see the door closed in front of him.

Wait, wait! Aunt Wang forgot something?!

Lin Sitong turned around and looked again, and confirmed that there were two bowls of soup on the table.

"Madam has ordered me to make the chicken soup for you and Mr. Pei!"

Lin Sitong, "..."

Separated by the door, Aunt Wang's voice faintly drifted over: "Look at my memory! Miss, I will have to trouble you to send me Mr. Pei's bowl of soup. "

Why did Pei Qingheng ask her to send him the soup?

The expression on Lin Sitong's face instantly turned brilliant.

Not her!

Lin Sitong angrily sat in front of the sofa and picked up a bowl of soup. She then turned her head and looked at the other bowl.

"Ugh …" So hot! Delicious! The workmanship of Aunt Wang was really good!

Lin Sitong comfortably squinted her eyes and curled up on the sofa, looking like a lazy kitten that had just eaten its beloved dried fish, taking small sips from it.

But...

Lin Sitong's peripheral vision uncontrollably swept towards the other bowl of soup, and immediately felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Whether Pei Qingheng could drink it or not had nothing to do with her!

Lin Sitong took another sip. However, why did the chicken soup in her mouth not taste as fragrant as before? As she thought about it, Lin Sitong's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the tea table.

If it gets cold... It probably doesn't taste good anymore …

Moreover, Aunt Gu told the kitchen to cook it for her and Pei Qingheng … Pei Qingheng was injured because of her once again …

Lin Sitong drank the soup more and more slowly, until she almost couldn't finish the taste of the soup in the end.

Forget it, forget it! Give him the soup! He couldn't let him think that it was the fault of both the Aunt Gu and himself!

Lin Sitong gave up on herself and raised her middle finger to herself, but her hand's movement wasn't slow at all. After taking small sips of the remaining soup, Lin Sitong bitterly picked up the remaining bowl of soup and walked out of her room, then knocked on the door.

Unexpectedly, after knocking, a crack appeared on Pei Qingheng's room door.

"Hmm?" Lin Sitong blinked her eyes, and reached her hand in.

Pei Qingheng's room appeared in front of him just like that.