Chapter 10: Gu Shisheng Is Someone Else’s Wife
The winter in Xiangcheng felt endless, probably extending directly over the entire spring. The outside sky lacked sunlight, appearing gloomy and dark.
Wu Nian handed a cup of coffee to Gu Shisheng in the office, and her eyes caught the slightly yellowed gardenia flowers on the desk.
“What a pity. I wonder where Jiang Zhaoxi went.” He had always been the one taking care of these flowers.
Gu Shisheng, following Jiang Zhaoxi’s methods, watered and exposed them to sunlight every day but couldn’t prevent them from withering.
“He resigned. He probably won’t come again.” Gu Shisheng spoke.
The young man seemed genuinely struck. That night, with red eyes, he asked Gu Shisheng why he got married.
Truly a childish way of thinking.
“I’m already 28 years old, a whole ten years older than you. Getting married isn’t strange.”
Jiang Zhaoxi left. His first experience of affection ended before it even started.
Back at the hotel, Jiang Zhaoxi was unwilling and arranged to meet some friends in the country.
In the KTV, some people were singing loudly, while others were drinking recklessly.
After just one small glass, when his friends turned around, they saw Jiang Zhaoxi hugging a bottle of alcohol, crying with tears and snot. That handsome face from his school days couldn’t withstand such degradation.
“Just a breakup, and it’s with someone else’s husband. We can find you another one—someone younger, tenderer, fresher. How about that?”
Jiang Zhaoxi shook his head while crying. The young man was still immersed in romantic fantasies.
“Just someone else’s husband, someone else’s husband.” He repeated it, convincing himself. He hated third parties the most. His biological mother was brought back by his father, leading to her distress. Jiang Zhaoxi despised third parties and couldn’t force himself to be one.
What was so good about Gu Shisheng? Even if he was excellent, he was already someone else’s wife.
Yes, someone else’s wife.
Jiang Zhaoxi cried again!
Gu Shisheng had no idea how Jiang Zhaoxi was doing, but from his perspective, it was impossible.
Too young.
Immaturity combined with excellence made young kids arrogant. Youthful arrogance always carried uncertainties, unlike Shen Qinghe. Shen Qinghe knew his position and was well-behaved.
Speaking of Shen Qinghe, he was about to graduate. A few days ago, he invited Gu Shisheng to attend the graduation ceremony.
The anticipation of youth transmitted through the phone to Gu Shisheng.
Careful and full of expectations.
Gu Shisheng couldn’t refuse.
After finishing his painting, Gu Shisheng had some time off. He left the gallery, where employees were discussing Jiang Zhaoxi’s sudden resignation these days.
The charming and talented young man, with a sweet tongue, had become the mascot, even though Jiang Zhaoxi seemed like a spoiled young master.
As Gu Shisheng left the gallery, he saw Lu Siyi’s car parked at the entrance.
He hadn’t heard that Lu Siyi was coming to pick him up. Curious, he approached. By this time, Lu Siyi’s secretary, Chen An, had already gotten out of the car and respectfully addressed Gu Shisheng, “Mr. Gu, Mr. Lu asked me to pick you up and take you somewhere.”
Gu Shisheng nodded, got into the car, and leaned against the car window, closing his eyes.
Through the rearview mirror, Chen An looked at his silent employer. He was indeed handsome. Since he was always pampered by Lu Siyi, even at 28, he looked like he was in his early twenties. Chen An remembered the first time he saw Mr. Gu. He stood quietly beside Lu Siyi, appearing docile without much personality. However, his beauty was impossible to ignore.
Chen An initially thought he was just a decorative piece, but he didn’t expect him to be a pearl in Mr. Lu’s heart.
Chen An handed a pillow to Gu Shisheng. “Mr. Gu, lean on this. It’s a bit far, you can rest for a while.”
Gu Shisheng was tired, looking at the pillow with a slight lift of his eyebrows. His misty blue eyes brightened with a hint of joy.
“Secretary Chen, are you Doraemon?”
“What?” Chen An was stunned.
“Nothing, I just think Secretary Chen is too considerate.” Gu Shisheng hugged the pillow, curled up. His slender body, in the shadow, revealed only a pale complexion. Paired with the smoke-blue trench coat he wore today, he looked like a scholar from the Ming Dynasty. His inherent sense of fragility made people hesitate to speak loudly to him.
Chen An’s heart trembled slightly. After recovering, he realized he had stared at Mr. Gu for too long, unprofessionally. It was the most unprofessional act as Lu Siyi’s secretary. Chen An suppressed the panic in his heart, and from then on, he didn’t say another word to Gu Shisheng throughout the journey.