Chapter 2 Let him live in our wedding house

Since getting married, Gu Huai never stays out overnight no matter how busy he is.

But after that day, he started staying out all night.

In the third week of his absence, a striking headline popped up on the entertainment section: "A mysterious woman met with the head of the Gu family at night, holding hands with him, suspected to be his new lover."

In the photo, he was wearing the dark gray coat she had chosen for herself, with his palm clasped around Jiang Sesu's wrist.

At six o'clock in the morning, my mother-in-law called as expected.

Lu Zhenzhu stared at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror. Listening to the concerned question from the other end, her nails dug deep into her palms. "Xiao Huai has been talking about working overtime these past few days... Did you two have a fight?"

"Mom, he's busy lately." She answered casually, her voice extremely cold.

He turned around and took out the photo album that had not been touched for a long time.

The plastic cover made a slight sound when it was opened. Most of the photos inside were scenery photos she took when traveling alone, with occasional photos of Gu Huai's profile: the way he frowned in a meeting, the way he dozed off on the sofa, but not a single one of him was smiling at her.

She should have realized it earlier - he clearly "loved" her, so why didn't he take a photo together?

Now that I think about it, maybe I was afraid that I would be reminded of someone when I saw the photo?

I turned to the last page and saw a blurry photo.

She stared at the faint scar on the back of his hand in the photo - it was caused by broken glass when he blocked the wine for her, but now he was using it to hold another woman's hand.

"Zhenzhu?" My mother-in-law's voice interrupted my thoughts.

She gritted her teeth and selected the photo taken the night before the wedding to send out.

"You are still sensible." Grandma sighed, "Xiao Huai is a stubborn child..."

Lu Zhenzhu listened to the noise in the receiver and said softly, "Mom, I'm tired."

After hanging up the phone, the photo album fell to the ground and the photos were scattered all over the floor.

She stared at one of the photos - it was taken on her birthday. Gu Huai lowered his head to cut the cake, his eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

At that time she thought that smile was for her, but now she realized that he was just thinking of someone far away.

After Gu Huai’s mother posted a rumor-refuting Weibo post, the comment section was instantly flooded with messages such as “Mrs. Gu is so sweet” and “Mr. Gu has great taste.”

Lu Zhenzhu stared at the blurry candid photo, her finger lingering on the screen for a long time until a new message popped up - Gu Huai forwarded Jiang Sesur's Weibo post this morning: "Our relationship cannot be tarnished."

His copy was as short as a knife, stabbing her heart accurately.

The direction of the comment section turned instantly, and the scolding of "third party" and "hype spirit" was overwhelming. Some people found that she had similar eyebrows and eyes to Jiang Sesu, and laughed at her for being a "low-profile stand-in."

Lu Zhenzhu was reading the comments when she heard the sound of a key turning in the entrance hall.

Gu Huai came in with a cold fragrance. His face, which was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold when he saw the content on her phone: "Why are you flipping through this?"

He reached out to grab the phone.

"Just a look."

Gu Huai's fingertips brushed the back of her hand, with his usual gentleness: "What happened online was set up by a competitor, Sese is just..."

Lu Zhenzhu listened to his coaxing tone and sneered in her heart: "Yeah, I get it."

She interrupted him and started folding sweaters in the box.

Gu Huai looked at her cold appearance and suddenly felt unhappy. He continued to ask: "Azhu, are you really okay?"

She chuckled: "What's wrong with trusting each other? Shouldn't husband and wife trust each other?"

After saying that, he got up and left.

Gu Huai looked at her back as she left, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart, but it was quickly dispelled by a sense of luck.

The first thing Lu Zhenzhu did when she went out the next day was to apply for a visa.

She is going to fulfill her mother's unfulfilled wish - to travel around the world.

In order to save enough money, she contacted the person who had previously organized her art exhibitions and asked if he could continue to do so.

When she finished these things and returned home, she began to sort out her and Gu Huai's old things.

The early spring sunshine filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom. She looked at her wedding photo with Gu Huai and suddenly remembered that he had once said, "The sunshine only looks good when it falls on my wife."

"The floor-to-ceiling windows in this room are so nice, Ah Huai, I want to live here!"

Jiang Sesu's voice came from behind. She walked into the master bedroom wearing pearl slippers, with her hospital gown hanging loosely on her shoulders.

Lu Zhenzhu turned around and glanced at Jiang Sese who suddenly broke in with cold eyes.

Jiang Sesu was a little scared by her stare, and immediately hid behind Gu Huai after reacting.

"Sese is now a partner of our company. She fell ill recently and had no one to take care of her, so I brought her back." Gu Huai's voice was calm, as if he was just informing her.

Hearing this, Lu Zhenzhu almost laughed out of anger: "So you brought her back to our house? Let her live in my room? Gu Huai, do you still remember that this was our wedding room?"

Her voice trembled with suppressed emotion. The abdominal pain after the miscarriage was like a fine needle, piercing her heart with every breath.

"I didn't know this was my sister's room..." Jiang Sesu shrank her neck and stroked the curtains with her fingertips, "But the doctor said I need three hours of sun every day..."

She suddenly started coughing, her face flushed, "If there's really no other way..."

"That's enough." Gu Huai finally spoke, "Sese needs this room. Go to the guest room on the second floor."

"The guest room has heating." He interrupted her and reached out to take the storage box from her hand. "Don't be willful. Sese is weaker than you."

Lu Zhenzhu seemed to have heard some huge joke.

But in the end she just said, "Okay."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Sesu interrupted and said, "Ahuai, why don't I live in the living room... Don't embarrass my sister..."

She tugged gently at the back of his suit with her fingertips.

Gu Huai's tone softened immediately: "The guest bedroom is cold and gloomy, go to the master bedroom and be obedient."

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

Lu Zhenzhu stared at the faint lipstick mark on his suit - it was the same color in Jiang Sesur's Weibo photo this morning.

Her throat felt like it had swallowed a razor blade. She wanted to ask, "Why?", but she saw Jiang Sese leaning against the French window, gently raising the corner of her mouth at her.

Lu Zhenzhu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Why?

With Gu Huai's love.

"Yeah." She heard her voice muffled, and when she turned around, she accidentally knocked over the vase on the bedside table.

Amid the sound of shattering glass, Gu Huai frowned, but Jiang Sesu exclaimed and threw herself into his arms: "A Huai, I'm afraid of broken glass..."

Lu Zhenzhu bent down to pick up the fragments, and her fingertips were scratched with blood.

Gu Huai's footsteps passed behind him. He didn't even pause, and said lightly: "The guest rooms are on the second floor. Let Aunt Zhang help you move your things."

Jiang Sesu's laughter mixed with the sound of the wind coming from the French window: "Ahuai is still good to me..."

The window of the guest room is very small, and the sunlight comes in obliquely, falling on the faded sheets.

Lu Zhenzhu stood at the door holding a pillow and saw the curtains of the master bedroom blown by the wind. Jiang Sese's figure swayed in the light and shadow, just like the way Gu Huai hung the curtains for her when she first moved in that year.