Xia Yinian and Gu Yinan left, and Yu Wanqing stood up and walked to the back of Gu Beicheng.
But whenever she took half a step closer to him, a chill would imdiately emanate from his body, as if rejecting anyone a thousand miles away.
The Gu Beicheng now was completely different from the languid yet charming person he was just monts ago.
Although he was still charming now, it was a rejecting kind of charming.
Inaccessible and out of reach, tantalizing yet infuriatingly so.
"Don’t drink too much late at night, it’s not good for your health," Yu Wanqing said softly, without getting any closer, just looking at his tall and slender silhouette.
"You should go back and rest." Gu Beicheng didn’t even turn his head, his voice very light.
One could say, very cold—it was just his usual coldness.
But just now, when he was talking to Xia Yinian, there was clearly a smile in his eyes, especially when he ntioned wanting to raise a little mouse.
At that mont, it seed he was not talking about raising a little mouse, but rather about raising a little girl.
She could actually see a hint of spoiling in his eyes!
That was sothing she would never have imagined before, an emotion that should not appear on Gu Beicheng.
Who doesn’t know that Seventh Young Master is famously hard-hearted, famously ruthless?
"It’s still early now." Yu Wanqing pretended she didn’t understand his rejection, still sat down on the chair, and just didn’t want to leave.
She couldn’t enter this room any ti she wanted; in fact, she hadn’t really taken a good look around in such a long ti.
Now, she finally had the chance.
His room, just like him, was so clean it gave off an inexplicable sense of coldness.
"Grandpa asked to send you his regards," she said suddenly.
"Mm." Gu Beicheng responded indifferently, still pouring himself a drink.
For a mont, Yu Wanqing almost couldn’t help it and wanted to rush over and hug him from behind.
How can a man be so tempting that when you look at him, you just want to devour him in one bite?
She felt truly pitiful; she just wanted to hug him, but she couldn’t, she didn’t dare to.
She really wanted to hug him, which she had thought about for so many years; does he even know?
Does he know how charming and hurtful he is?
Silent rejection itself is a kind of hurt; she really wanted him, so desperately.
That kind of yearning that aches to the bone, the heart, the whole person, even to the point of going crazy—how many people could understand?
"Beicheng, I’ve been here for so long, why haven’t you taken around to see things?" She tried to start a conversation.
"Busy." Gu Beicheng shut down the topic with just one word.
Yu Wanqing, still unwilling to give up, was used to his indifference after all these years.
"Then when will you be free? I’d still like to go to that beach we visited when we were kids, to play properly again."
"Very busy."
"..."
This man, Seventh Young Master, really has no idea of cherishing the fairer sex, is giving her a little patience going to kill him?
Suddenly, Gu Beicheng called out to the outside: "Chi He."
Chi He, as if always waiting for the summons, appeared very quickly, not knowing from where.
"Seventh Young Master, what do you need?" he asked.
"Take Lady Qing back."
"Understood." Chi He looked at Yu Wanqing, who was still sitting on the chair, with a rather friendly attitude: "Lady Qing, please."
Yu Wanqing suddenly felt an urge to cry, although she had long forgotten what crying felt like.
Looking back at the man, he didn’t even turn his head, just sipping his drink alone.
Really, so cold.
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