I transmigrated into a book, becoming a money-grubbing relative in the female lead's family.
My money-grubbing mother, through moral manipulation, made me join the male lead's company...
That's a really quick change of attitude.
He had said he would try to stop his brother's relationship in advance, but now it seems like he's just openly confronted him.
He could already foresee the chaos that would ensue when his brother brought Cheng Qicai back home.
Should he book a flight early and go into hiding to avoid being implicated?
"We've arrived." Gu Rongqi's voice remained cold, indicating that he hadn't calmed down yet.
Gu Liji had barely stepped off the bus and stood still when all he could see were the car's taillights.
No, are you that angry? My wheelchair hasn't even been taken down for me yet.
There was nothing he could do; he couldn't afford to provoke Gu Rongqi, so he could only reluctantly call the butler and ask him to help him inside.
When Gu Rongqi got home, he didn't get out of the car immediately, but sat in it for a long time.
Gazing at the bouquet of roses in the rearview mirror, I could faintly smell their fragrance.
After a long silence, he turned around and picked up the rose. This time, the scent that lingered in his nose was not the fragrance of flowers, but the sweet and sour smell of green apples.
He strode into the villa.
When Wang Ben saw the large bouquet of roses in Gu Rongqi's hand, his expression faltered slightly. "Rongqi, these flowers?"
Gu Rongqi looked at the flowers in his hand and handed them over, saying, "Put them in my bedroom."
Wang Ben reached out to take it, but Gu Rongqi withdrew his hand and went outside, changing his mind and saying, "Never mind, I'll find a suitable vase and bring it to my room later."
Wang Ben was silent for a moment, then replied, "Okay."
Finally, Wang Ben delivered a porcelain-white vase to Gu Rongqi's room.
Gu Rongqi carefully arranged the flowers one by one and then placed them in the vase.
Looking at the porcelain-white vase with pink roses, he recalled the scene of Cheng Qicai presenting the flowers to him, with her porcelain-white hands and pink roses.
A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips, and the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipated considerably.
The room's minimalist gray-toned style is given a new vibrancy by this touch of pink and white.