Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease! - Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Intentions

When the party was nearing the end, Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou left the event . Tonight’s party was basically a venue to wash Song Wuyou’s bad reputation clean .

Undoubtedly, Song Wuyou was really beautiful .

She is skilled in making clothes, plays the zither, that natural voice when talking, and her indifferent elegance made everyone look at her differently .

Though it was late by the time they reached the villa, Song Wuyou still made the time to change Gu Yanhao’s bandage and clean his wound .  Gu Yanhao stretched lazily on the sofa, watching Song Wuyou with a faint smile and a gentle gaze . Song Wuyou turned red . Self-conscious from being stared at so intensely, she rolled her eyes at him .

“What is the name of the song you played tonight?” He has never heard it before .

Song Wuyou pursed her lips . That was a song she used to play in her past life that did not manage to survive to this date, therefore he won’t understand even if she tells him .

“I simply played it . ” She lowered her eyes, long lashes concealing the flicker of emotion in her eyes .

Gu Yanhao’s unfathomable eyes were colored with suspicion, “Simply playing can produce such a nice melody?”

The actions on Song Wuyou’s petite slender fingers paused as she raised her head, answering with nonchalance, “I thought it sounded bad . ”

Gu Yanhao looked directly into Song Wuyou’s eyes, “When did you learn how to play the older zither?”

“When I was very young . ” This was the truth .

“How young?”

“Seven . ”

Gu Yanhao raised an eyebrow, the look in his eyes darkening as he looked at her, “Who’s your teacher?”

Song Wuyou looked back at him honestly, “Passed away . ”

It was her mother and Dongfang Xuan’s mother who’d taught her . Her mother died as part of the nine familial generations, whereas Dongfang Xuan’s mother died the day after he ascended the throne .

“What a pity . I was thinking to personally pay your teacher a visit . ”

“…… . . ” Song Wuyou lowered her head again as she continued attending to his bandage . Even if they’ were still alive, you wouldn’t be able to visit them personally ah .

His hand reached out, caressing her head . A tiny chuckle sounded from him, “Song Wuyou, the surprises that you give are building up to quite a list . ”

Song Wuyou blanked for a second before twisting her head to the side, “Don’t disturb me, I’m very tired tonight . ”  After a small pause, she continued as if recalling something . Looking up at Gu Yanhao she said, “Before we left, I saw Song Jiuyue getting into the elevator with Cheng Junhua . ”

The look in Gu Yanhao’s eyes turned slightly solemn: “I know . ”

Song Wuyou frowned, thinking about it, “Song Jiuyue isn’t planning to seduce Cheng Junhua, is she?”

He looked at her adoringly, “You snatched the position of Mrs . Gu, so she must be planning to grab the Mrs . Cheng spot . ”

“If she succeeds in becoming Mrs . Cheng, she will definitely use Cheng Junhua’s influence to get Yang Yuhui out . ” A hint of worry weaved into Song Wuyou’s voice .

Gu Yanhao’s lips curved into a devil-like smile . Cupping Song Wuyou’s face in his hand he said, “Cheng Junhua won’t have this chance . ”

“……” A flash of doubt flickered past Song Wuyou’s eyes . What does he mean? Could it mean that Cheng Junhua’s influence is lesser than his? But Cheng Junhua is a prime candidate for the next President, and he’s also the incumbent President’s nephew .

… .

The sun in the new morning was exceptionally beautiful, its radiance shining into the room despite the heavy curtains .

Song Jiuyue, who had a habit of sleeping with a sleep mask, had to do without one last night for she spent the night in a hotel room . The brilliant sunlight slipped into the room through the gaps in the curtain, making her eyes uncomfortable .

She blinked her eyes several times to ease the discomfort which evolved into a full body lazy stretch .

“Ah~…!” Just as she raised her arms above her head, the soreness of her muscles caused her to let out a little gasp of pain . This kind of soreness quickly made her aware the cause of it .

Last night she and Cheng Junhua… .

Song Jiuyue stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thoughts . The night before, Cheng Junhua was like a wild wolf ravishing her, famished as if he was about to swallow her into his stomach .  The sound of running water came from the bathroom . Song Jiuyue quickly regained her senses: Cheng Junhua is still here?

Her lips hooked up in a cold complacent smile . Isn’t it better that he’s still here? She could seize this chance to ‘negotiate’ with him .