Chapter 86 Do you want to kiss me? Changmu surrounded by flowers...
Standing before a long wooden door surrounded by flowers was a man. He was tall and distinguished, a striking presence that instantly captured the attention of the crowd. All the spotlights seemed to focus solely on him, dimming the light of those around him.
Gu Xingjue wore a pure black Henley-collared short-sleeved shirt, khaki silky drapey trousers, and a pair of black and white sneakers. He looked lazy and retro, reserved and elegant. With one hand in his pocket, he tilted his head to listen quietly to the woman beside him.
The woman standing next to Gu Xingjue was young and beautiful, wearing a short, elegant black skirt that accentuated her graceful figure. Her long, straight, black hair fell to her waist, floating gently as she walked. A gentle, bright smile graced the woman's face. It was unclear what she was saying to Gu Xingjue, who smiled faintly in return.
Chen Song felt a tightness in his chest. The alcohol had made his nerves a little excited, and the sound of his rapidly beating heart kept ringing in his mind.
Gu Xingjue seemed to notice the gaze, raised his eyes and looked over through the chaotic crowd. His eyes paused slightly, then his eyes curved and he smiled gently at Chen Song.
Chen Song's rapidly beating heart stopped for a moment. He blinked rapidly, his breathing became a little disordered, and he turned back, his eyes wandering across the glass table in a panic.
He didn't know why, but he felt like he was crazy to have such thoughts in his mind.
He wanted to rush up and ask Gu Xingjue who that woman was.
Gu Xingjue really has a wife, and everything she said to him before was a lie.
Is that ring fake too?
Do they have to choose the same wedding ring design that they made themselves? This is really disgusting.
Complex thoughts and depressed emotions were swirling in his blood. Chen Song felt that his chest was about to explode, his mouth was really dry, and he was so thirsty, too thirsty.
It must be because of thirst that I feel annoyed.
What does it matter to him whether Gu Xingjue has a wife or not? Didn’t he kick Gu Xingjue out of his world a long time ago? No matter who Gu Xingjue is with, he has no right to control.
The glass tabletop slowly spun, and the bottle of wine he'd enjoyed earlier was placed before him again. He picked it up and poured himself another glass. The icy liquid once again poured into his parched mouth, its spiciness followed by the sweetness of the fruit wine, alleviating the uneasiness in his heart. But after the uneasiness, a wave of loneliness and loss followed.
"Tsk," Liu Yuran curled her lips, "How can she be prettier than a celebrity? I thought she was so pretty. Huh, huh, huh."
Chen Song was still drinking, and his porcelain-like skin had already turned red from being burned.
"You're drunk, Chen Song. Stop drinking! We haven't eaten anything yet. Your stomach will be upset later." Liu Yuran took Chen Song's wine glass, leaving only a little wine in it. "If you keep drinking like this, how can you still enjoy the banquet later?"
Liu Yuran looked at Chen Song's confused eyes and couldn't help but smile. She took a tissue to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth: "Hey, tell me, who's prettier, me or Gu Mo's wife?"
Chen Song's eyes froze as he stared at Liu Yuran. After a long moment, he slowly said, "Neither of them looks good."
Liu Yuran paused as he wiped the corner of his mouth, threw the tissue to him, and laughed angrily: "Then tell me, what kind of woman is beautiful?"
Chen Song lowered his eyes, looked at the wine-stained tissue on his thigh, pinched a corner, and whispered, "Isn't it okay for a man?"
"What?" Liu Yuran was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.
Chen Song took a breath and said, "Aren't men good-looking? Does it have to be a woman?"
Liu Yuran looked at Chen Song in a daze. Chen Song lowered his head with a serious and lost look on his face. Liu Yuran suddenly laughed out loud: "You are really drunk, Chen Song. The wedding hasn't even started yet, why are you secretly enjoying yourself?"
"Of course men can be handsome too. You are very handsome." Liu Yuran looked at him seriously. "Gu Mo's wife is definitely not as pretty as a celebrity. But I think you are more handsome than many popular celebrities nowadays. Why don't any entertainment companies come to recruit you? Otherwise, why don't you give up medicine and go into entertainment? Being a doctor is so hard. You will definitely earn more as an actor. How about I introduce you to an agency?"
Chen Song's brain froze for a moment as he was trying to digest Liu Yuran's topic. How could the arc jump so dramatically in an instant? He could hardly wrap his head around it.
"Mr. Gu is here, please take a seat quickly, we have been waiting for a long time."
A voice echoed from the back table, and Chen Song froze. He felt a gust of wind pass behind him, lifting the hair by his ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Yuran turn and look toward the back table.
Chen Song felt a little breathless and didn't want to stay here any longer. It seemed like the air here was too thin, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Liu Yuran frowned and whispered in Chen Song's ear, "They were sitting right behind us. They didn't look close at all, not even holding hands. It's not as exaggerated as they say. They're not affectionate at all."
Gu Xingjue tilted his head to glance at Liu Yuran, his gaze as cold as a knife as he stared at her. Startled, Liu Yuran gave Gu Xingjue an awkward yet polite smile as a greeting, then turned back to sit upright, no longer whispering bad things to Chen Song.
But she always felt a chill on the back of her neck. She really wanted to turn around to see if Gu Xingjue was still staring at her, but she didn't dare.
Didn't I just say a few words to them? What? Isn't what I said the truth? Can't people speak the truth? Damn, damn, damn, damn, evil man!
The more Liu Yuran thought about it, the angrier she became. She wanted to go find Su Rou who was still preparing for the ceremony upstairs. When she stood up, her high heels stepped on her long skirt and she accidentally tripped. She frantically grabbed the tablecloth to maintain her balance, and the tablecloth pulled the glass over. The reddish-brown liquid flowed down the wall of the glass and poured onto Chen Song's white pants like a small spring.
Everything happened too fast. Chen Song stared blankly, unable to stop himself. His eyes slowly moved to his pants, which felt wet and sticky, very uncomfortable.
Liu Yuran exclaimed, causing quite a commotion, and immediately went to look for a tissue: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, where are the tissues, tissues, tissues?"
Dong Jingming was playing a game when he looked up and immediately stood up, stretched out his arm to grab a whole pack of tissues from a distance and handed it to her. Liu Yuran pulled out several tissues in a row and leaned over to wipe Chen Song's pants.
When Chen Song reacted and was about to come himself, the hand he stretched out was held by someone. When the familiar scar touched him, it was like an electric current awakening the memory in his body. The stiff muscles softened again and the cooled blood began to boil again.
Chen Song looked at the smooth, taut lines on the forearm, with a few plump, blue veins faintly visible. He gripped his hand and pulled him up with a little more force.
It didn't take much force, but it seemed like magic and made Chen Song stand up.
Gu Xingjue's sudden action shocked everyone present. Liu Yuran also stood there in a daze, bending over with a tissue in his hand.
"Mr. Gu..." someone called him from the next table.
Gu Xingjue pulled Chen Song out and nodded in apology. "Sorry, I'll take him to take care of it and be back soon. You guys eat first."
"Okay...Okay."
Under everyone's gaze, the two of them walked out of the dining area and went into the toilet at the corner.
Gu Xingjue pulled Chen Song to the sink and gently pressed the mirror, which popped open to reveal a storage cabinet. He had worked at this hotel before, so he knew it had everything.
Gu Xingjue took out a disposable towel and a small bottle of detergent, closed the mirror door, tore open the package of the disposable compressed towel, and rinsed the towel under water. The towel gradually became larger and stretched out. He wrung it dry, keeping some moisture on it, poured the detergent on it, then knelt on one knee and wiped the wine stains off Chen Song's thigh.
Chen Song leaned one hand on the washstand, his eyes lowered as he stared at Gu Xingjue. His heart was beating fast, and he took slow, deep breaths. The cool breeze from above blew on him, and even though it was supposed to be cool, he still felt hot. His head was restless, and a nerve on his forehead kept throbbing, as if someone was hitting him on the head with the eraser end of a pencil.
The two of them said nothing. Chen Song looked at Gu Xingjue's fluffy head and felt that he looked like a large furry dog again. Now it was as if it was licking the dirt off his body.
"Gu Xingjue," Chen Song was the first to speak, breaking the silence, "You'll leave your wife alone on the dining table like this. She'll be angry."
Gu Xingjue was stunned for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Are you angry?"
Chen Song didn't say anything. He blinked lightly, and after his chest rose and fell steadily for a moment, he said, "I'm talking about your wife, not me."
"You are my wife." Gu Xingjue was a little confused. Looking at Chen Song's red face and watery gray eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly. He lowered his head and continued to wipe Chen Song's pants. "How much have you drunk? You are drunk. Can you tell me why you are angry? Hmm?"
Chen Song thought for a while and muttered, "You have two wives. This is not good. This is not right."
Gu Xingjue was amused by Chen Song's words: "I only have you, how can I have two wives?"
"Then who is the woman you brought?" Chen Song said somewhat unconvincedly. He took a deep breath and gripped the washbasin a little harder, with an attitude of arguing for his own point.
Gu Xingjue paused, wiped off the last bit of wine stain, stood up and threw the towel into the trash can, then turned to Chen Song and said with a smile: "Is our little Songbao jealous?"
Chen Song's pupils dilated slightly, and he tilted his head to look at the towel in the trash can: "I don't have it."
"I eat wine," he added, his tone firm but his momentum weak.
Gu Xingjue laughed so hard that his chest trembled slightly, making a very pleasant sound that was very catchy and gently hit Chen Song's sensitive eardrums.
"That person is a business partner. We just know each other, so we can be considered friends. She, the bride's father, and I recently had a collaboration, and we also sent her an invitation. We just met at the door and came in together. I wanted to sit next to you, too, but there's no room next to you. I came too late."
"Then I'm sorry, okay?" Gu Xingjue touched Chen Song's little ear and rubbed it gently. "I was wrong, honey, please don't be angry. Okay?"
Gu Xingjue's fingertips were covered with thick, hard calluses, rubbing his sensitive earlobes, sending a tingling sensation into Chen Song's heart. Chen Song unconsciously shrank his neck, but did not avoid it, allowing him to continue touching him.
Chen Song breathed slowly, raised his eyes and asked Gu Xingjue: "Why are you here too?"
"Have you forgotten? When I was in the hospital, the bride invited me. She told me to bring the charming Mrs. Gu," Gu Xingjue said, deliberately prolonging the ending of each word and pinching Chen Song's ear a little harder. "Come together. But Mrs. Gu left me and came first, so I had to come alone. You forgot about me, and I'm the one who should be angry, Mrs. Gu."
Gu Xingjue's rubbing made Chen Song feel a little uncomfortable. He quickly pushed Gu Xingjue's hand away and said with a disordered breath: "I am a man. Not Mrs. Gu."
"Then what do you want to be called? Mr. Gu's lover? Is that okay?"
"I'm not." Chen Song lowered his eyes and said softly, his face getting redder and redder.
Gu Xingjue smiled, put his hands back in his pockets, and said, "Then I'll try harder and hope to get it done someday. Then let's go back to the banquet. You've drunk so much, you need to eat something, otherwise your stomach will be upset."
Chen Song said nothing, as if he agreed tacitly. As soon as Gu Xingjue turned around and took a step, Chen Song grabbed his hand.
Gu Xingjue stopped and turned back to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Chen Song kept looking at him with half-closed eyes, his eyes were filled with tears catalyzed by alcohol, and his Adam's apple on his rosy neck moved slightly. He said:
"Do you want to kiss me?"
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