Chapter 61 She has a lover. Thank you for coming...

[I have a lover. He has a strange temper, doesn't like to talk to people, is very good at pretending, and is bad to the core. But he's handsome, has a lot of money, and likes me, so I'll reluctantly accept him. —Jiang Chuyu's Recovery Diary]

These past few days, Jiang Chuyu and Gu Zeming have been locked in a fierce battle, yet neither of them has stepped outside the bedroom. If Gu Zeming's visa hadn't expired soon, the two would probably have continued their protracted struggle.

Jiang Chuyu was squeezed dry by him, and she seriously doubted whether he would stop until he was completely exhausted.

Looking at his incredibly deceptive, cold, and indifferent face, Jiang Chuyu really wanted to kick him.

She was happier than ever before when she took Gu Zeming to the airport.

Seeing her grinning foolishly, Gu Zeming raised an eyebrow slightly: "Am I being disliked?"

Jiang Chuyu rolled her eyes at him and muttered under her breath, "Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Gu Zeming chuckled softly, looking down at her: "I had a glass room built. If you escape again and I catch you, I'll... lock you up inside."

Jiang Chuyu was stunned.

Even after all these years, this person is still incorrigible.

Perhaps her expression was too amusing, Gu Ze couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

"Just kidding."

"I can't bear to part with it."

He seemed to really enjoy physical contact with her, even just a light touch, which brought him pleasure both physically and mentally.

Jiang Chuyu silently took a small step back.

Such an obvious movement naturally did not escape Gu Zeming's eyes.

Forty-five minutes before boarding, announcements began instructing passengers to check in.

Jiang Chuyu smiled and said to him, "Bye-bye."

Gu Zeming was not satisfied with her performance, so he pulled her back and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"In France, it's more appropriate to say goodbye using French etiquette."

"Oh." Jiang Chuyu turned her head and kissed his cheek.

He then released her with satisfaction, a smile curving his lips: "I will come back again."

Does he think he's the Big Bad Wolf?

After Gu Zeming walked through the ticket gate, Jiang Chuyu couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Qin's headquarters are located in Beijing, and the vast majority of his business empire is in China. He also has a lot of people who depend on him for their livelihood. How could he possibly have time to frequently travel between the two countries? He would be exhausted.

So Jiang Chuyu didn't pay much attention to Gu Zeming's words, but this time, she didn't think about running away again.

A true lover is someone who comes to pick you up, sees you off, and we can legally hug, kiss, and have sex, and miss each other.

This is the only intimate relationship she can accept at the moment.

That's good.

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After Fashion Week ended, the studio's business unexpectedly boomed, with custom orders several times more than usual. Jiang Chuyu and her dozen or so employees had been busy for several weeks and were just planning to take a couple of days off when they received another order from China.

The other person added her on WhatsApp, saying they were getting married during the National Day holiday and wanted her to design a wedding dress for them.

Jiang Chuyu politely inquired about the other party's name, contact information, measurements, and color preferences.

The other party answered readily: 【Caiyan, 195xxxx5341…】

Jiang Chuyu was stunned.

Caiyan: [Hahaha, I knew I could fool you! Haven't seen you in years, missed your sister?]

Jiang Chuyu snapped out of her daze and honestly replied: 【A little.】

Caiyan: [Just a little? You're so heartless! You've been in France for over five years and haven't contacted us even once.]

Jiang Chuyu didn't know what to say, so she replied with two words: 【Sorry.】

Caiyan: [If you really feel guilty, then come back for my wedding.]

Jiang Chuyu hesitated for a moment, then asked her, "Who is the groom?"

Caiyan: [Who else could it be besides Liang Shu? No man I've dated since I started working has been decent-looking; after thinking it over, he's still the most pleasing to the eye.]

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In recent years, Jiang Chuyu had also thought about whether she should go back and take a look. Although her home was not good, her motherland was beautiful and powerful.

She hadn't found a suitable opportunity, and she was also afraid that if she went back, Gu Zeming would find out and she would never be able to escape again.

Now everything is going smoothly, and she has the confidence to face everything. She is no longer Jiang Chuyu who can be manipulated by others.

On the eve of National Day, Jiang Chuyu took a few days off and personally brought Caiyan's wedding dress back to China.

The plane landed at around 9 p.m.

Jiang Chuyu had just picked up her luggage and was about to find a hotel nearby when Gu Zeming called.

"Send me the address," he said succinctly.

Jiang Chuyu dragged her suitcase toward the airport exit, asking curiously, "How did you know I was back in China?"

Gu Zeming: "I just know."

Jiang Chuyu: "..."

Too lazy to waste words with some rich people, I just gave them my address.

Gu Zeming hung up the phone

She smirked, got up, grabbed her coat, and left the office.

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On the last working day before National Day, many company employees left their posts early to go on vacation.

Meng Xiang stood in the shadows at the corner of the elevator lobby, holding her resignation letter.

Hearing footsteps, she took a deep breath and called out to the man, "President Gu."

Gu Zeming paused.

Meng Xiang emerged from the shadows and stood between him and the elevator door.

She has worked for this company for five years, joining right after graduating from university. She has worked her way up to her current position through outstanding performance, but there is still a huge gap between her and the top decision-making level.

She chose this company because, firstly, they offered a high salary, and secondly, there were people she wanted to see there.

From that fleeting glimpse during her university days to now looking up to the business empire he leads, eight years have passed, and she still likes him very much.

But this person never looked at her seriously, and couldn't even remember her name.

Gu Zeming's gaze swept over her shoulder, watching the constantly changing elevator floor numbers, his tone completely flat: "Is something the matter?"

The cold and distant attitude instantly extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Meng Xiang's heart.

Years of pent-up grievances and resentment surged forth, completely overwhelming reason.

"Gu Zeming, how dare you treat me like this?" Meng Xiang's eyes instantly reddened, her voice trembling with tears. "It's clearly her who has let you down and hurt you time and time again. She doesn't love you at all. Why can't you look at other people? Why do you have to have her?"

Gu Zeming's brows furrowed suddenly.

What do you mean Jiang Chuyu doesn't love him?

Gu Zeming disliked that statement.

They don't understand Jiang Chuyu at all.

“If you want to resign, the head of human resources will handle the handover with you. As for anything else, I have no obligation to answer. Also,” he paused, his gaze sweeping over Meng Xiang’s tear-filled eyes, his expression blank, “she loves me very much.”

"bite--"

With a soft click, the elevator doors opened.

Gu Zeming walked past her and stepped into the elevator.

Meng Xiang stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the elevator doors slowly closed, cutting off his figure and shattering all her hopes and unrealistic fantasies from the past eight years of her youth.

Only now did she truly realize that this long, fruitless dream should come to an end.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. She sniffed, clenched the envelope in her hand, walked to the head of the personnel department's office, and placed the letter on the desk.

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It's been a long time, Beijing!

Looking at the bustling traffic before her, Jiang Chuyu walked into the KFC near the airport with a feeling of gratitude and ordered a Crazy Thursday meal.

When it comes to food, Chinese cuisine can easily beat anything else.

Jiang Chuyu found a seat by the window and started eating.

When Gu Zeming drove over, he saw her wearing a loose, casual hoodie, sitting by the window eating a chicken leg.

She ate with relish, her eyes crinkling with happiness, a contented smile on her face. You could tell she was very happy.

Later, when Gu Zeming looked back on this day, he finally understood that all his scheming throughout his life, his betrayal and alienation, was ultimately for this simple smile.

He stood outside for a while, then pushed the door open and went inside.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Chuyu looked up as if sensing something.

Their eyes met, and she smiled slightly at him: "Hi, you're here?"

Gu Zeming walked to her side, naturally took the suitcase from her feet, and then reached out and held her free hand.

A warm touch came from his palm, and his voice became less cold and warmer, "Eating this right after getting off the plane? Your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Chuyu, with food still stuffed in her mouth, mumbled, "But I'm hungry. Besides, junk food is just so delicious, Gu Zeming, don't take away this little bit of fun from me."

Gu Zeming looked at her silently for a few seconds, his tone carrying a hint of helpless indulgence: "When we get home, I'll have the housekeeper make some congee and side dishes. You're jet-lagged, so some congee will make you feel better."

"Oh." Jiang Chuyu finished the last piece of fried chicken, clapped her hands, stood up, and smiled, "I'll listen to you."

The two left KFC together and returned to their penthouse apartment in the city center, where Gu Zeming asked his aunt to prepare a few dishes from his hometown.

Jiang Chuyu ate with great satisfaction, her face showing relaxation and contentment.

After dinner, she nestled in the huge sofa in the living room, holding a cup of hot tea, and watched Gu Zeming answer the phone.

He's still so busy.

Being busy is good, though; when you're busy, you don't have time to do bad things.

After he ended the call and turned around, Jiang Chuyu put down her teacup, tilted her head, and asked him, "Which room do I sleep in tonight?"

Gu Zeming walked over, glanced down at her, and said in a deep voice, "My bedroom."

Jiang Chuyu was taken aback at first, then glared at him with some embarrassment and annoyance, and cursed, "You scoundrel."

Upon hearing this, Gu Zeming leaned down, placed his hands on either side of the sofa, and encircled her between himself and the sofa.

From this distance, he could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, the same scent as his own.

A faint ripple crossed the depths of his eyes, but he made no further move, simply gazing into her eyes.

Jiang Chuyu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and reached out to push his shoulder.

He straightened up and his tone returned to its usual calmness, "You're overthinking it. My bedroom bed is bigger and more comfortable. You need to rest well to adjust to the time difference. You'll feel more at ease sleeping there."

That's a pretty respectable reason.

Jiang Chuyu looked at him with suspicion, her face still flushed.

That evening, after Jiang Chuyu finished washing up, she lay on the enormous bed in the master bedroom, wearing her pajamas, her body slightly stiff.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the door opened, and Gu Zeming emerged from the bathroom, his body still damp with sweat, wearing only a towel around his waist.

Jiang Chuyu's gaze drifted to his exposed chest, and her ears began to burn uncontrollably.

He walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

The mattress sagged slightly due to his weight.

Jiang Chuyu could feel the heat emanating from his body, and immediately held her breath in nervousness.

However, the expected "bullying" did not occur.

Gu Zeming reached out and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, calmly saying in the darkness, "Go to sleep."

"oh."

Jiang Chuyu was indeed tired, so she obediently closed her eyes.

After a while, he turned around, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her into his arms.

His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. Her back was pressed against his warm chest, and she could even feel his steady, powerful heartbeat, as well as a noticeable change and heat in a certain area.

Jiang Chuyu's body stiffened at first, but she slowly relaxed after realizing that he was not going to make any further moves.

"Gu Zeming?" she called softly.

"Don't move," his lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice lower and husky than usual, as if he were trying his best to restrain something, "You've been flying for over ten hours, aren't you tired?"

"Of course I'm tired."

"Then go to sleep, I'll hold you."

He tightened his arms around her, his chin gently resting against the top of her head.

The cool, masculine scent enveloped her. Jiang Chuyu took a deep breath, adjusted herself into a more comfortable position in his arms, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Before she completely drifted off to sleep, she seemed to hear a very soft sigh and a muffled whisper in her ear.

"It's good that you're back."

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During the National Day holiday, Caiyan and Liang Shu held their wedding at a hotel.

Caiyan said she liked white, so Jiang Chuyu designed a Western-style dress for her, with layers of white gauze and delicate beads, which suited her temperament very well.

Around 8 a.m., Jiang Chuyu and the makeup artist helped Caiyan put on her wedding dress.

Caiyan suddenly turned her head and asked her in a low voice, "I'm serious, you and Gu Zeming have been entangled for so many years, when are you planning to get married? We're all waiting to drink your wedding wine."

Jiang Chuyu paused slightly, "We probably won't get married in this lifetime."

Caiyan raised an eyebrow in surprise, then laughed and said, "Fine, it must be because you don't want to get married. Only Gu Zeming in this world can put up with your temper. I think you two are a match made in heaven, locked together for life."

Jiang Chuyu looked up at her in the mirror and smiled, "You and Liang Shu are truly a match made in heaven. Congratulations, Caiyan, happy marriage."

She gently hugged Caiyan and sincerely offered her blessings.

The wedding ceremony was warm and romantic.

The banquet was held in the hotel garden, with long tables covered with white tablecloths. The room was full of guests, mostly the bride and groom's relatives and friends, creating a lively atmosphere.

During the meal, some people teased Liang Shu, saying that he had pursued Caiyan for seven years and finally got married, making him a true model of deep affection.

Liang Shu smiled and waved his hand. He had drunk quite a bit of wine, and his face was flushed. His gaze swept over the crowd and looked at Gu Zeming, who was sitting quietly alone in the corner. He raised his voice and said, "When it comes to deep affection, I, Liang Shu, have only ever admired one person in my life."

He raised his glass to Gu Zeming.

For a moment, the people around the table began to whisper among themselves.

Who is he talking about?

"Who else could it be...that person."

"Impossible, right? President Gu doesn't seem like that kind of person. Who in Beijing's social circles doesn't know that he's so ruthless that he doesn't even spare his own family?"

"Why not?" Someone who knew some of the inside story lowered their voice: "I heard that back then, President Gu almost turned Beijing's social circle upside down in order to find someone. Even when Old Master Qin resorted to family discipline, he couldn't make him bow his head."

"And then what happened? Were they found?"

"And then? There was no later. Anyway, look at him all these years, he's been so clean, he hasn't even had a woman in his life, he looks just like the Black Widow."

The person asking the question gasped: "What kind of person would it take to make President Gu a widow?"

Someone joked, "Is there any need to think about it? She must be an absolutely stunning beauty."

Talk of gossip was constant; some congratulated the bride and groom on their marriage, while others discussed right and wrong.

Gu Zeming sat quietly in the corner eating, oblivious to all the discussions and stares directed at him, or rather, completely unconcerned.

When he wasn't speaking, he possessed a cold and dignified aura, truly resembling the bloodthirsty Black Widow. Only Jiang Chuyu knew just how beastly and despicable this man was once stripped naked.

Jiang Chuyu sat at the main table for the women, not too far from him, and the whispers drifted into her ears intermittently. Her fingers tightened slightly as she held her wine glass, her gaze falling on the swirling liquid inside, and she blinked.

The wedding banquet ended amidst noise and commotion.

The night was deep and slightly chilly.

A blue Bentley was parked at the entrance. Gu Zeming leaned against the car door and lit a cigar.

A bluish-white mist slowly spread out, blurring his deep eyes.

Jiang Chuyu walked over, reached out and took the cigarette out of his mouth, and asked him, "When did you learn this?"

Gu Zeming: "I forgot."

"Should I quit?"

"Um."

Jiang Chuyu casually tossed the cigarette into the trash can and bent down to get into the car.

She didn't like Gu Zeming having any other smells, not even cigarettes.

The interior of the car was enclosed, with an almost stagnant silence.

Gu Zeming started the engine, and the car smoothly merged into the traffic.

Along the way, the city's neon lights cast flickering shadows on his face through the car window.

Jiang Chuyu thought about what she had heard at the banquet, turned her head and looked at his profile.

The light was dim. He raised his chin slightly, focused on driving, one hand loosely resting on the steering wheel, his collar slightly open, his Adam's apple bobbing occasionally, and his neck strong and powerful.

Jiang Chuyu really wanted to bite him and kiss his Adam's apple.

"Gu Zeming," her voice sounded a little hoarse in the quiet carriage, "Have you ever regretted it all these years?"

His gaze remained fixed ahead, his fingers lightly resting on the steering wheel. He didn't answer immediately. After a few seconds, he asked calmly, "Regret what?"

Jiang Chuyu licked her lips, trying to make her voice sound calm: "I regret saving me back then."

The air inside the carriage seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gu Zeming seemed to smile slightly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

"No."

"oh."

Silence fell over the carriage once again.

After a while, he said, "Why do you ask that?"

Jiang Chuyu looked out the window and said softly, "They all say I'm an ungrateful wretch, the snake in the farmer and the snake story. I just think that if it weren't for me, you might not..." You wouldn't have had such a falling out with your family, you wouldn't have left behind those rumors that people would criticize, and you wouldn't be like this now, seemingly having everything, yet feeling utterly alone.

"Can't do what?" Gu Zeming interrupted her, chuckling softly. The laugh was cold and short, filled with sarcasm, whether directed at her or himself, it was unclear.

“Jiang Chuyu,” he called her name, pronouncing each word clearly, “I never regret what I do.”

He paused, his profile appearing particularly cold and obsessive in the light and shadow.

"Saving you was my decision. I will bear the consequences myself. It has nothing to do with you, and it's not your place to regret it for me."

Unknown to anyone, more than a decade ago, on the hill behind the school, sixteen-year-old Gu Zeming saved a fifteen-year-old girl, and in doing so, saved himself as well.

Without her, he wouldn't have survived until now.

He doesn't love this world at all; he just likes someone and wants to give her a future.

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Jiang Chuyu still has work and can't stay in the country for long.

After the National Day holiday, she began packing her bags, preparing to return to Paris.

Before leaving, Jiang Shan somehow got her current contact information and texted her to ask if they could meet.

Jiang Chuyu hesitated for a moment, then finally replied with a single word: 【Okay.】

Gu Zeming originally planned to go with her, but Jiang Chuyu refused.

This is the only thing she wants to handle herself.

When Jiang Chuyu arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop, she saw Jiang Shan sitting by the window from afar.

She walked over and sat down opposite Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan looked up at her; her well-maintained face showed few signs of aging.

Having money makes you age slower than others.

Jiang Chuyu ordered a caramel latte and then asked her, "Did you need something?"

Jiang Shan composed herself slightly and asked with some guilt, "Xiao Yu, do you hate your mother very much?"

"Hate?" Jiang Chuyu chuckled and nodded. "Of course, shouldn't I hate you?"

Jiang Shan was stunned, seemingly not expecting her to be so blunt.

She paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "I know you're resentful, but I'm doing this for your own good. No mother in the world wants to harm her own child. I love you very much..."

Jiang Chuyu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She interrupted Jiang Shan and said coldly, "Can you stop deceiving yourself? Is it so hard to admit you're selfish? Is it so hard to admit you're biased?"

"Everyone says blood is thicker than water. I thought you brought me back because you wanted me to be happy, but my parents seem to prefer other people's children and love my younger brother more."

"You make me wonder if I shouldn't have come into this world, if my birth was a mistake, if I am someone who shouldn't exist."

"I used to think that maybe it was because I wasn't good enough that you didn't love me. So I tried my best to be well-behaved, studied hard, climbed to the top of my grade, and became the top scorer in the college entrance examination that year."

"But in the end, what did I get?"

"A caramel peanut chocolate cake."

"Jiang Lekai and Zou Letong like peanuts, but I'll die if I eat them, don't you understand?"

Jiang Shan said with shame, "I'm sorry... it's my fault for not noticing these things sooner..."

Jiang Chuyu said coldly, "You don't need to apologize. Over the years, I've treated you like a daughter, and you've given me pocket money. We're even. We don't need to see each other again."

After she finished speaking, she got up and left the coffee shop.

Someone was waiting for her by the roadside in a car.

Jiang Chuyu opened the car door and got in.

On the way to the airport, Gu Zeming said, "I plan to set up a branch in Paris."

Cross-border relationships are not a long-term solution; someone always has to compromise.

Jiang Chuyu tilted her head to look at him.

After he parked the car, she rushed over, cupped his face, and kissed the corner of his lips.

A man's mouth is always cool, with little temperature.

Jiang Chuyu couldn't help but laugh, as if she had thought of something funny.

Gu Zeming shrugged and looked at her: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Chuyu wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly at him: "I don't understand, your chest is so hot, but your lips are so cold. Someone should kiss your lips raw."

Gu Zeming raised his hand and patted her bottom, looking at her with deep eyes and a hoarse voice: "Don't mess around, it will cause a reaction."

Jiang Chuyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped back from him.

"I'm leaving. You... you figure it out yourself."

Dragging her suitcase, she hurriedly walked into the airport under Gu Zeming's watchful gaze.

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After winter set in, Paris experienced frequent rainfall, so Jiang Chuyu built a greenhouse in her yard to grow spinach and carrots, planning to harvest them next year.

When Gu Zeming learned of this, he specially bought her neighbor's apartment and kept several large wolfhounds there, saying that when he was not around, they would help look after her vegetable garden.

As a result, she didn't see a single thief that month, but those big wolfhounds were idle all day and ate all her vegetables.

Jiang Chuyu suspected that Gu Zeming kept those big wolfhounds not to help her look after the vegetable garden, but because he was afraid that she would have an affair and keep a lover behind his back.

Jiang Chuyu was so angry when she saw those shameless big wolfhounds that she punished him by making him replant her vegetables.

It was a sunny day after the New Year. Spring had returned to the earth, and all things were reviving. The cherry blossoms and irises in the yard were in full bloom.

Gu Zeming came to stay at her place for a short while during his vacation.

Jiang Chuyu immediately punished him by making him do farm work.

“The soil on the east side needs to be loosened a bit more,” she said lazily. “If your dog hadn’t stolen my radishes, I could have pickled them this month.”

Jiang Chuyu leaned back in the rocking chair, her body swaying gently with the chair, holding Xiangxiang in her arms, but her eyes were fixed on Gu Zeming, who was busy in the vegetable garden not far away.

Gu Zeming had his back to her and didn't answer, but he did move the hoe in his hand to the east as instructed.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, his back soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscular physique.

Jiang Chuyu squinted as she watched him work, feeling quite pleased.

Who cares about some legendary godfather? To her, he's just a scumbag.

"Let's have cold noodles for lunch, and some pickled cucumber slices to go with the roast duck," she suggested, her mouth watering.

Gu Zeming didn't turn around, but Jiang Chuyu saw him nod slightly.

The spring sunshine was so warm that it made people feel lazy. Jiang Chuyu watched him work for a while, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep without realizing it.

In her sleep, she vaguely felt something soft gently brush against her lips.

One after another.

Like a spring breeze, or a butterfly alighting.

It must be a cat, she thought.

Xiangxiang always liked to secretly lick her while she was asleep.

But the touch was too soft, and the breath was too hot; it didn't seem like Xiangxiang.

Jiang Chuyu opened her eyes groggily and saw a handsome face very close to her.

Gu Zeming braced himself on the armrests of the rocking chair, trapping her between himself and the chair, and leaned down to kiss her.

Seeing that she was awake, he bit her lip, showing no panic, but just quietly looking at her with exceptionally deep eyes.

Jiang Chuyu sat up abruptly, the back of her head almost hitting his chin.

“You…” Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up.

Gu Zeming slowly straightened up, stood in front of her, and blocked part of the sunlight.

His shadow enveloped her, and his expression was indistinct in the backlight.

"Why are you like a cat?" Jiang Chuyu touched her lips and complained, "You usually look aloof and don't like to talk to anyone, but when someone falls asleep, you come over and kiss and lick them."

She paused, looked up at him, and said with certainty, "You're just a vixen."

Upon hearing this, Gu Zeming's lips curled up slightly.

"So, do you like that vixen?" He stared intently at her, his voice deep and resonant. "Do you like her or not?"

Jiang Chuyu was stunned.

She saw that his usually cold and aloof eyes were now burning with a dark fire, shining brightly.

After a long while, she nodded gently, her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

The dark fire in Gu Zeming's eyes suddenly blazed brightly. He reached out and pulled her up from the rocking chair, then lay down on it himself, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap with her back against his chest.

Jiang Chuyu's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, allowing herself to take his warmth.

Gu Zeming wrapped his arms around her waist, gently rested his chin on the top of her head, and slipped his hand under the hem of her clothes.

"Chu Yu." He called her name, his voice as soft as a whisper.

Jiang Chuyu unconsciously tilted her head back, and a soft groan escaped from her throat.

His kisses slowly moved down, then he took her earlobe into his mouth, gently licked it with the tip of his tongue, blew air into her ear, and called out again, "Chu Yu."

"What exactly do you want?" Jiang Chuyu was flustered and finally couldn't help but ask, her voice so soft it was unlike her own.

Gu Zeming chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest sending a jolt through her back. He released her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive neck.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said, holding her and gently rocking the rocking chair. “I just wanted to tell you…”

"Thank you for your hard work all this time."

Also, thank you for coming to this world.

Make me feel loved.

- The End -

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Author's Note: It's finished! Thank you all for your continued support!

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★A masked, aloof, and gloomy mixed-race bear x a sunny and cheerful young lady

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Xu Siwei, who was lost, stopped a young man in a Russian subway station.

The young man on the street was tall, wearing a black mask, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes. His blue-brown eyes looked over, and he was breathtakingly handsome.

Xu Siwei fell in love with him at first sight.

She tried to communicate with him for a long time using broken English and a translator, finally managing to confuse both herself and him.

He sighed: "I speak Chinese."

Xu Siwei: "..."

-

The passerby, with a stern face, helped her carry her suitcase and walked away quickly.

Xu Siwei followed behind him, panting heavily.

Upon arriving at her destination, before she could even say "thank you," the young man had already put down his suitcase and turned to leave.

Xu Siwei regretted not asking for his contact information, which became her only regret on this trip.

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A year later, the e-sports team that my brother invested in got a player of mixed Chinese and Russian descent.

"His name is Xiao Sizhe, full name Xiao Sizhe Fedorozhen Delev. He's half Slavic and the ace player on our team. He's a bit introverted, but has a great temper. Could you show him around and make sure he doesn't get bullied..."

Xu Siwei recognized him at a glance as the Russian bear from before, and was overjoyed: "Hey, Slavic beauty!"

Xiao Sizhe had a cold face, but his ears turned red.

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Xu Siwei frequently visited the e-sports base, full of enthusiasm. Xiao Sizhe, however, always maintained a stern, aloof, and taciturn demeanor whenever he saw her, displaying extreme coldness.

Later, Xu Siwei thought he didn't like her, so she decided to give up on this unrequited love and went on a trip abroad with her best friend.

She met a group of sweethearts in the United States, generously shared her travel experiences, posted group photos, and had so much fun that she didn't want to leave.

However, not long after posting the photo, she suddenly received several messages.

Why haven't you been to the base lately?

Don't you love me anymore?

Sweetheart, I miss your gummy bears so much...

Xu Siwei flew back to China immediately.

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In the dead of winter, with snowflakes falling, the man stubbornly stood at her doorstep. Wearing a wool coat, snow boots, and a black face mask, he looked like a little brown bear.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at her, his face full of grievance: "You're back? Baby, I want to kiss you."

Xu Siwei: "..."

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