Chapter 693 We can rest for a while. The night was thick, like ink that could not be dissolved, staining the city's tall buildings into a silent silhouette.
Inside this luxury hotel, human joys and sorrows are separated by exquisite walls, creating two completely opposite worlds.
Instead of slinking home in a disheveled state, Zhao Shuo lay on his back on the messy bed, a dull ache in his forehead reminding him of the embarrassing situation he had just been in.
His face was ashen, his eyes fixed on the expensive crystal chandelier on the ceiling with a sinister look, and his teeth were grinding together.
Tonight, instead of venting his anger, he was severely reprimanded by that junior assistant, which only deepened his frustration and humiliation.
"Wang Teng... and those damned spoiled brats around him..."
Zhao Shuo squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his hands unconsciously clenching the bed sheet beneath him, tearing the expensive silk out of shape.
The room was very soundproof; he couldn't hear any other sounds except for his own heavy, unwilling breathing.
The silence hurt him more than any mockery.
Just a few floors above, in the master bedroom of the presidential suite.
The air here is scorching hot and humid, filled with an indescribable atmosphere.
The rap rhythm did not stop because of someone's brief departure.
Gu Luo is a tireless top-tier rapper, the kind who enjoys having his hair done and has a particular fondness for girls from vocational high schools. He possesses absolute control over rhythm and power.
And then there's the internal conflict between the left and right hemispheres of his brain: half a second ago he felt sorry for his older brother, half a second later he felt sorry for his sister-in-law; half a second ago he felt sorry for his older brother, half a second later he felt sorry for his sister-in-law again...
This rapid switching between the left and right hemispheres of the brain, instead of creating an obstacle, strangely catalyzed a stronger sense of conquest and possession.
Driven by "rhyme" and "flow".
Gu Luo seemed to possess an inexhaustible internal combustion engine, with surging power that never ceased.
Sing your heart out.
The living room was relatively quiet.
Luo Shuling staggered out, her steps unsteady.
The bedroom door was closed casually.
She was only wearing a loose shirt that she had grabbed at random, which belonged to Gu Luo. The hem barely covered her upper thighs, and it looked even more empty, making her look weak and powerless at the moment.
Her two straight and slender legs trembled slightly, barely able to support her body weight.
She threw herself into the huge velvet sofa in the center of the living room, the soft material instantly enveloping her aching body.
"call......"
A long breath escaped from the girl's lips, her chest heaving violently.
The blush on Luo Shuling's cheeks had not yet faded, her eyelashes were wet, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused and blank.
She's just a beginner who hasn't been into rap for long; she can't hit the high notes at all.
They're not even on the same level.
And... Xiaoman... is too... too beyond my comprehension.
I know he's a bit silly and wild, but could you please not be so wild?
We need to slow down, we absolutely must slow down.
Eat a sandwich cookie to calm your nerves.
My gaze swept across the empty living room, where the huge floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the dazzling yet cold city lights.
It's so quiet here that you can hear your own rapid heartbeat gradually calming down.
Luo Shuling couldn't help but think, if... if Qingling and Lu Xuexue were here...
Those two were quite different. One was passionate and self-possessed, while the other was charming and gentle, yet possessed inner resilience.
If they were there, could they... suppress... no, could they... at least... share the spoils?
At least, they won't be like me, needing to come out for a drink of water to soothe my throat in such a short time, right?
After taking a few more deep breaths, Luo Shuling managed to prop herself up, which was feeling a little weak, and walked to the minibar to pour herself a glass of warm water.
Holding the glass in her hand, the warmth seeped through her palm, giving her a sense of security.
Taking small sips, the warm water slid down my parched throat, soothing my overly agitated nerves.
When I reached for my phone to check the time or contact someone, I realized I was practically penniless.
Where are Qingling and Xuexue?
When did they leave?
Why didn't you say anything?
If it were the Luo Shuling of the past, who was used to being in control and meticulous, she would have already mobilized her network of relationships, figured out everyone's movements within minutes, and put everything back on track.
But now.....
Luo Shuling put down her water glass, curled up her legs, and huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging a soft cushion.
Some things seem to have changed quietly.
Since her relationship with Gu Luo was completely settled, the heavy shackles on her shoulders, called "family mission" or "future princess", were suddenly gone.
The outcome is decided.
There's no need to calculate every step anymore, no need to tense up to maintain perfect posture and layout.
All that's left seems to be a little patience, watching Gu Luo accumulate power and expand his territory like a hero rapidly developing in a game.
And she could perhaps comfortably step back from the spotlight and enjoy the relaxed role of a "wife" who no longer needs to compete for everything?
Although the process was sometimes a bit too intense, exceeding the tolerance of the beginner village.
Luo Shuling buried her face in the cool fabric of the cushion, listening to the faint rhythm and feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar lingering sensation deep within her body.
The initial curiosity about Qingling and Lu Xuexue's whereabouts was gradually replaced by a deeper emotion, a mixture of shyness, exhaustion, and a hint of secret anticipation.
Perhaps... half an hour of rest for the throat really isn't enough.
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