Chapter 633 Mother and Daughter Confrontation "...Aunt Luo is here?" Lu Xuexue's voice suddenly rose, then she hurriedly covered her mouth. Half of the playing cards in her arms scattered with a "clatter." Without bothering to pick them up, she grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom.
She was a serious gambler.
Gu Ximan and Luo Shuhe followed closely behind.
There was indeed an indescribable smell in the bedroom, a mixture of the sweetness of snack crumbs and the stuffiness of a large group of people gathered together—the unique odor of a "gambling scene."
Gu Luo grabbed the clothes from the bed, turned to look at Shen Qingling, her fair cheeks flushed slightly: "Qingling, go open the door. I'm going to Xiaoman's room to get some fresh air and get rid of this smell."
Before he finished speaking, he had already pushed open the bedroom window, and the night wind rushed in.
Gu Luo ran towards Gu Ximan's room with the clothes in her arms, her footsteps making a crisp sound on the floor.
Soon, Shen Qingling was left alone in the empty bedroom. Looking at the mess of playing cards and crumpled cushions, she couldn't help but rub her temples, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
She didn't really intend to flip the table, but she did find it rather funny.
I don't know how to complain, it's really a case of the devil being one step ahead of the saint.
After the wind outside the window had carried away the smell in the room, the doorbell rang softly twice more. She straightened her skirt before slowly walking over to open the door.
Then I saw Luo Liang and Gu Feng. Luo Liang was clearly not in a good state; her eyes were bloodshot.
"Aunt Luo, Uncle Gu, hello."
Shen Qingling slightly stepped aside to let them in, her voice so calm that nothing seemed amiss.
Gu Feng smiled.
Luo Liang's gaze swept over her face, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded and walked straight to the living room sofa to sit down, his aura as cold as ice.
Shen Qingling walked back, pouring water as she spoke:
"Xiaoman and the others are taking a bath in the bathroom. Gu Luo is currently in a good creative state and is writing in his room."
As he spoke, he placed two glasses of warm water in front of the two of them.
"Why are you still here so late?" Luo Liang's tone was devoid of any warmth.
She clearly had no liking for Shen Qingling, and logically, she wouldn't have any liking for him either.
Shen Qingling didn't pull her hand away from offering water; instead, she smiled, her tone tinged with self-deprecation:
"Living alone is too boring, so I came here to chat with some people. But it seems I haven't integrated into their circle yet; no one even invited me to take a bath."
“We’re all neighbors living on different floors, so I can play with Xiaoman more often.”
Gu Feng took the bottle and sipped it lightly, which served as a way of smoothing things over.
He had no hostility towards Shen Qingling. Putting aside the fact that the rich and beautiful heiress genuinely liked his son, she had even followed him all the way from the capital to Caizhou.
Furthermore, with her around, the rumors about Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe and Luo Shuning can be diverted—it's better to spread news about Gu Luo and this heiress from the Beijing elite circle than about sisters fighting over a man; it's better for everyone.
"Hello, Aunt Luo." Gu Luo's voice came from the bedroom. He had changed into a clean light blue sweatshirt, and a polite smile was on his fair face.
I just spent some time in Gu Ximan's room, and the smell on me has mostly dissipated.
Luo Liang looked up at him, her tense lips relaxed slightly, and her tone softened:
"Your book, 'Is She a Mother or a Daughter,' is very good."
Gu Luo didn't feign modesty; he simply smiled and nodded, then turned and went to the kitchen to get a fruit knife and a fruit plate, skillfully peeling an apple.
He knew that Luo Liang was confused because she was worried, so he decided to do more than talk at this moment.
The apple peel was cut into a single, intact strip and placed in the trash can. He then arranged the cut pieces of fruit on a plate and presented it to the two men.
Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Luo Shuhe came out.
She was wearing a beige cotton nightgown, her wet hair was tied into a loose bun, and a few stray strands clung to her neck, showing the moisture from her recent shower.
Upon seeing Luo Liang on the sofa, she paused, neither dodging nor avoiding him, but simply stood quietly in the center of the living room, facing Luo Liang.
The air gradually solidified.
"Change your clothes and come home with me." Luo Liang spoke first, her voice calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.
She put down her water glass, the bottom of which made a soft sound as it hit the coffee table.
Luo Shuhe met her gaze, her back ramrod straight, and uttered only one word:
"No."
"Um... Shu He..." Gu Feng was about to speak when Luo Liang stopped him with a look.
Luo Liang looked at Luo Shuhe—her pretty face appeared exceptionally calm under the warm light, displaying the stubbornness inherited from the Luo family.
Shen Qingling ate fruit while quietly watching the silent contest between mother and daughter.
That's right, that's it.
Let's fight.
It would be best to escalate the conflict completely.
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