Liang Jiasong's cold voice filled the living room.
"Your words on the phone said you wanted to test whether she had made breakthroughs in music this past year, but actually, you were considering me. You knew from the moment she first came to our house and you took her as your student that I liked her. She was young then, and I restrained myself, never overstepping. Now she's twenty-three. It's time."
He pulled down his sleeve to cover the watch and looked seriously at Liang Kangcheng. "Father, I have never been her brother. She is the girl I love."
"During this time, I'll make her fall for me," Liang Jiasong said.
Liang Kangcheng's eyes were bloodshot. He coughed slightly, and Liang Jiasong handed him a handkerchief, which he took.
"Jiasong, I called Zhuzhu here this time to make you give up. I want you to see clearly that she only respects you, nothing more. And you need to face yourself—whether what you feel for Zhuzhu is obsession or genuine romantic love." He coughed again and recovered. "And don't think I don't know about that girl you keep in the house at Deyuan Garden."
Liang Kang'an had once seen that girl from a distance in the car. She had a striking resemblance to Song Guanyu—about seventy percent similar in figure and appearance. The girl looked around twenty and had eyes full of infatuation for Liang Jiasong.
Hearing this, Liang Jiasong looked up at his father, his eyes unreadable.
"Father, I am your child. You won't tell Zhuzhu." He was very sure.
Liang Jiasong didn't stay any longer. He told the steward to clear the table and instructed them to take care of Liang Kangcheng. He had to go out. Originally, after seeing off Song Guanyu, he planned to go to Deyuan Garden because the doctor there had called in the morning to say she was sick. He needed to go.
The door closed. After Liang Jiasong left, Liang Kangcheng sighed.
The car sped all the way to Deyuan Garden, a remote area where the only building for miles was this standalone villa, though it was fully equipped.
Liang Jiasong got out of the car with a cold face and went upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a lump on the bed. His earlier restlessness was instantly soothed by the sight.
The girl on the bed turned her head at the sound of the door opening. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, a black mole on the tip of her nose, and long, chestnut curls that looked even more beautiful in the sunlight, lazily draped over her waist. Seeing Liang Jiasong, she immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Liang Jiasong softened. He closed the door and walked over quickly. Jiang Zhizhu flung herself onto him. Just as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he asked, "Where are you sick?"
Jiang Zhizhu blinked and pressed her face affectionately against his neck. "Jiasong, have you been busy lately? I missed you so much. My heart is sick. Isn't that also a kind of illness?"
She was tricking him—Liang Jiasong could tell—but he wasn't angry.
He carried her to the bed, pressing her down. With his sharp, dark eyes fixed on her, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Zhuzhu. I've had some things at home lately." Then he leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly.
Between kisses, he murmured, "Zhuzhu, I love you."
Jiang Zhizhu was very happy being kissed by him. She opened her mouth to meet his tongue, and in her heart, she said, Liang Jiasong, I love you too. So, so much.
The white curtains in the bedroom fluttered slightly, stirring up tenderness. Soon, the room was filled with soft moans mixed with heavy breaths.
Song Guanyu drove steadily, parking the new supercar in front of a coffee shop.
She waited in the driver's seat for Lu Chunhe to bring back coffee and desserts. She had been to this shop before and heard they had new drinks and sweets. Craving them, she had asked Lu Chunhe to buy some.
While waiting in the car to be fed, Song Guanyu's eyes suddenly widened. Her gaze locked onto a figure across the street. She took off her sunglasses, pressing her face almost against the window—a comical sight. It seemed she had spotted her Dr. Ye. But wasn't Dr. Ye in a meeting?
Who was the woman standing next to Ye Yansheng... Why was she touching his forehead? And key point—Ye Yansheng didn't refuse; he let her touch him. Was she about to catch him cheating?
Men's words were indeed untrustworthy. Ye Yansheng's words were even less reliable.
Lu Chunhe opened the car door, carrying the coffee and desserts she had bought for Song Guanyu, and got in. She saw Song Guanyu twisted into an extremely strange position, practically glued to the window, looking a bit like a paparazzo.
The door slammed shut, startling Song Guanyu back to reality.
Lu Chunhe glanced in the direction Song Guanyu had been looking.
Whoa! That glance was something!
Across the street, under the building, wasn't that Song Guanyu's bodyguard? This time, Ye Yansheng was dressed very scholarly—gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt with a tie, black trousers, and thin-soled black leather shoes. He looked very stylish and highly educated.
Beside him stood a very sexy woman with thick, wavy long hair, a curvaceous figure, and very tall. She wore an off-shoulder top with a pencil skirt, and her pointed high heels made her legs look even longer and straighter. The woman was tugging at Ye Yansheng's sleeve. Their tussle on the street created a beautiful scene.
Ye Yansheng seemed to be listening to her. A faint smile played on his lips.
Lu Chunhe was stunned. She thought they looked good together, but after taking a breath, she asked Song Guanyu, "Baby, when did you bring the bodyguard along?" Before boarding the plane, Lu Chunhe had asked why the bodyguard wasn't coming. After all, if she ran into fans abroad, having a bodyguard would be safer.
What had Song Guanyu said at the time?
She said he had a side gig. Good heavens, his side gig had brought him all the way abroad, and they happened to run into him.
And the woman next to him was really beautiful. Lu Chunhe wanted to get out of the car and ask Ye Yansheng who she was. If she was interested in the entertainment industry, Lu Chunhe could sign her and put her in a drama. She'd definitely be a hit.
She was about to get out when Song Guanyu grabbed her and asked, "Chunhe, what are you doing?"
Lu Chunhe's eyes were full of longing for that sexy beauty. She winked at Song Guanyu, her professional instincts kicking in. "I'm going to ask the woman next to your bodyguard if she's interested in acting."
"Don't get out of the car!" Song Guanyu raised her voice. "Just stay in the car."
Lu Chunhe: "Huh?" She was confused.
The two of them stayed in the car, staring intently at Ye Yansheng's side like stalkers.
It seemed they were waiting for a car. A bright red supercar pulled up in front of them. The man driving handed the keys to the woman beside Ye Yansheng. The sexy woman got into the driver's seat. Ye Yansheng smiled helplessly, opened the passenger door, and got in.
The engine roared, the supercar's acceleration loud. Song Guanyu watched the car start moving and, without hesitation, followed.
While giving chase, she reminded Lu Chunhe, "Chunhe, buckle your seatbelt. We're going to catch a cheater."
"Huh? Catch... catch a cheater? Cheating on what?" Lu Chunhe was confused. She quietly observed Song Guanyu's expression. This was a sign of anger. She had once seen Song Guanyu lose her temper before.
But what was she catching cheating for? She turned to look at the red supercar ahead and finally understood.
She asked Song Guanyu, "You're catching your bodyguard cheating? Does he have a girlfriend or is he married?" This felt like a cliché eight o'clock drama.
Song Guanyu only had eyes for the car ahead and said without thinking, "He's married. He has a wife."
"What?! Married!" Lu Chunhe exclaimed, then felt something was off. What did his cheating have to do with Song Guanyu? Why was she acting like she was his wife?