☆, Chapter 68 First a friend, then a sister, and finally a little baby
"Are you sick, Gu Shi?"
Her sweet voice contained a hint of anger.
Murphy's Law is infallible.
What you least want to happen, is most likely to happen.
Seeing Meng Ruo linking her arm with the man's, Gu Shi felt even more remorseful and began to explain, "Ruo Ruo, listen to me..."
Before he could finish speaking, she was interrupted, her lips curling into a cold smile, "You speak."
“I…” Gu Shi looked at the cold indifference in the corners of his eyes and was stunned for a moment.
He was almost certain that he had lost her.
So clear, so obvious.
It was so hurtful.
A self-deprecating smile played on her lips, but the smile quickly vanished. "I'm sorry, Ruoruo."
Meng Ruo remained noncommittal, not even glancing at the man, and simply supported Jiang Chen, saying, "Let's go."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, pleased to be taken care of by the girl.
He wasn't entirely honest; he only spoke his true feelings after seeing the girl.
He admitted that he was deliberately provoking Gu Shi.
He was insanely jealous. For so many years, the girl he had longed for had been following other men.
But she never saw her turn back.
He will stop at nothing to seize any opportunity.
Even if it's not entirely aboveboard.
After the two left, Li Muli looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
Gu Shi leaned against the table, his brows furrowed with loneliness and desolation. After a long while, he gave a bitter laugh, "Mu Li, tell me, did I do something wrong?"
"I once thought I liked you, and then I thought I didn't like anyone. That day she said she liked me."
I rejected her three times.
He paused for a moment, then continued, his voice low, "The one who leaves first has no right to say they regret it."
Li Muli patted his shoulder, offering silent comfort.
They're all good friends; it wouldn't be right to help either of them.
After a moment of silence, Gu Shi finally spoke first, "I'm leaving now."
Li Muli nodded and calmed down to start drawing the design.
Two hours later.
My lower back and back ached, so I reached out and pressed my shoulders to relieve the pain from looking down for so long.
An unread message from Yin Hanzhi.
"Miss Li, would you like to have dinner together sometime? I'm heading back tonight."
In an instant, her thoughts were drawn to that man.
A man I didn't know, yet I felt a sense of familiarity with him.
It can't be her so-called blood relatives, right?
Since something like rebirth has already happened, what else is unacceptable?
"Okay," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
Yin Hanzhi: "Then send me your address, and I'll come pick you up."
"No need, I'll send the address myself."
Li Muli's approach to rejection is always simple and direct.
She prefers to rely on herself rather than depend on others for everything.
With confidence, ability, and strong backing, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
Afraid that her clingy husband would overthink things, she sent a voice message to gently coax him.
"Honey, I won't come to see you at noon. Love you, muah muah muah muah!"
Fu Chenyan frowned when he heard that the person wouldn't come to see him anymore.
But upon hearing the following sentence, his expression miraculously softened considerably.
Her kisses.
We need to meet in person to make it up.
"Okay, baby."
Soon, Li Muli arrived at the destination the man had mentioned.
Hot pot restaurant.
Li Muli's lips twitched. So everyone knows she loves hot pot?
The man was already seated, and his elegant demeanor could not be concealed even in the noisy and bustling environment.
As the girl approached gracefully, the man rose, a smile playing on his lips. "I've heard that Miss Li's favorite food is hot pot."
"Thanks"
There was an inexplicable tacit understanding between the two, and there was not a trace of awkwardness or restraint.
Yin Hanzhi chuckled softly, then looked up at Li Muli earnestly, "I always feel a strange connection with Miss Li."
Li Muli chuckled softly, her red lips parting slightly, "Perhaps we are long-lost siblings?"
The speaker meant something, and the listener meant something.
Yin Hanzhi felt a little guilty and lowered her eyes, pretending to be seriously picking up food.
Little did he know that Li Muli had seen through his momentary guilt.
Having lived a second life, she was already adept at reading people's expressions and moods.
To explore the human heart.
So, he means they really have a relationship?
Yin Hanzhi used serving chopsticks to put food on her plate, a smile playing on his lips. He seemed to be tentatively asking, "Since we're so lucky, you could consider me your brother."
Li Muli: "..." That's really unnecessary. That's such a jerk.
A sentence suddenly flashed into my mind: First a friend, then a sister, and finally a little darling.
Thanks for the invitation, she also wants a waist.
Seeing that the girl didn't respond, the man paused for a moment and then casually said, "I just feel like we're destined to meet, and I really like Miss Li."
"How much do you like it?" the question asked unexpectedly.
Yin Hanzhi was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the girl to respond in this way.
Why aren't you playing by the rules?
"I like her so much I'd be willing to be Miss Li's brother for free."
Li Muli chuckled softly, raised her eyes to look directly into his, and smiled brightly, "First brother, then lover?"
Yin Hanzhi was taken aback, and her lips twitched. Why was he being so direct?
Is this something that can be said?
Besides, he doesn't have that kind of guts.
The sweet voice continued, but the sarcasm was clear: "Let me guess, Mr. Yin fell in love with me at first sight? And then chose to slowly boil me like a frog? Or perhaps he's trying to steal me away?"
Yin Hanzhi pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
The girl in front of him was much more difficult than he had anticipated.
Li Muli tapped the table with her fingertips, a faint smile playing on her lips, her voice soft and sweet, "Or perhaps Mr. Yin could explain this to me?"
He commands respect without anger.
Her appearance almost perfectly matched the image of the person in my memory.
Yin Hanzhi chuckled, "Miss Li is too kind. I just felt a connection with you and was unconsciously drawn to you."
He clearly sensed the girl's rejection of him.
Especially after she said something like they were siblings.
She was resisting him.
Li Muli slightly parted her lips, stood up, and smiled charmingly, "Thank you, Mr. Yin. I'll be leaving now."
She had a strong intuition that there must be some kind of relationship between them.
The Yin family in the capital.
Li Muli.
For some reason, she resisted him.
Especially after suspecting they were related by blood.
Perhaps it was resentment, perhaps it was unwillingness, perhaps it was a combination of all of them.
Or perhaps she simply didn't want to step out of her comfort zone, so she subconsciously resisted him.
Sometimes, seeing things too clearly isn't romantic at all.
Li Muli pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and drove to the Fu Group.
Whenever I'm unhappy, I want to see him.
She wanted to snuggle in his arms and act coquettishly, wanting him to kiss, hug, and comfort her.
After the official announcement, Li Muli had no hindrance at Fu Corporation, and the president's private elevator became her exclusive privilege.
As he thought, everyone knew he loved her.
Seeing Fu Chenyan standing by the window gazing into the distance, Li Muli wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, unconsciously whining and pouting:
"Ayan..."
Fu Chenyan turned around, hooked his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace, his voice low and gentle, "What's wrong, baby?"
He noticed it the moment the girl pushed the door open.
Only she could move freely on his territory.
Whether it's his territory or his heart.
She can always do as she pleases and come and go freely.
Li Muli lowered her eyes and saw the man's gentle and doting gaze. She unconsciously pouted, "I want a hug."
Fu Chenyan let out a soft laugh and wrapped the girl in his arms.
"I miss you, baby."
Affirmative tone.
With a hint of provocation, with a hint of a smile.
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