"This is my mom’s favorite song when she was alive," Gu Beicheng’s voice was a bit deep, deeper than it used to be.
"Here, this was her favorite place to co to, so I co here every year."
"Mom and the Clan Leader’s late wife had a good relationship; they were close friends."
He stared at a naless corner, yet his slender fingers were still dancing on the piano keys.
Xia Yinian just realized that Uncle’s fingers were really beautiful, extrely beautiful.
More elegant and attractive than youthful jade fingers sculpted by an artist.
His piano skills were also very high; he played this piece perfectly.
Although she was unfamiliar with it, just by listening, tears were coming down; you must know, she was always a person with a high threshold for tears.
Now, he looked out the dim night through the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips still skillfully hopping on the piano keys, without a single flaw.
She discovered another extraordinary point about him: playing the piano, even more pleasing than professional musicians.
Why is his entire person so perfect?
Can a life that’s too perfect really be happy?
Because it’s too perfect, is there no room for even a little flaw? So, that day’s incident, did he convict her without a second thought?
Was it because he suddenly beca afraid of everything becoming imperfect?
Xia Yinian’s thoughts were drifting; sotis, even she didn’t know what she was thinking.
Anyway, just watching Gu Beicheng’s side face like this, she beca enchanted without realizing it.
Until, she abruptly realized sothing was wrong: "...Before her death?"
God, what does he an? Isn’t Old Madam still well? Why would he use the words "before her death"?
Could it be...
But Gu Beicheng paid no attention to her. His long fingers paused on the piano keys, and the music imdiately stopped.
He stood up and walked over to the bar not far away, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank slowly by himself.
Xia Yinian was still shocked by his words and couldn’t react.
Why talk about his own mom in terms of "before her death"? Could it be that the Old Madam is not his biological mother?
But if not, why does he seem to care so much about Old Madam?
Why did a hint of hatred flash in his eyes when she asked just now?
So many whys were making Xia Yinian feel lost.
She followed and walked up to the bar, standing by his side, but with many questions in her heart, she couldn’t utter even one.
"I’ve asked Chi He to co over by helicopter," he suddenly said.
Xia Yinian was taken aback and, once again, couldn’t catch up. What in the world did he an?
This man, she was becoming less and less able to comprehend him.
Gu Beicheng didn’t explain; he poured himself another glass of wine and continued to drink.
She really wanted to ask: Gu Beicheng, what are you thinking?
But when the words reached her lips, she ultimately couldn’t ask them.
"Do you want a drink?" Gu Beicheng brought the glass to her lips.
Xia Yinian wanted to refuse, but he pulled her over in one swift motion, embracing her in his arms.
"Let go of !" she resisted instinctively.
He didn’t let go, but he didn’t do anything improper to her either.
Just holding her with one arm, while lifting the glass with the other hand, and gulped it down in one go.
Afterward, he tossed the glass aside, grabbed the wine bottle directly, and tilted his head back to drink from it.
His sexy Adam’s apple moved up and down because of the action of swallowing the wine.
She didn’t want to admit it, but Uncle like this was really charming, utterly intoxicating.
She did not know how much ti had passed when Gu Beicheng put down the empty wine bottle and looked down at her: "Our ten-day agreent is canceled."
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