Yang Mu Xiao didn't react for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at Gu Qing Cheng.
Gu Qingcheng tapped his fingers on the car door twice and got in first. Yang Fuxiao stepped back half a step, opened the passenger door and sat down.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Yang Suxin's eyes turned red with anxiety. She shook her mother's hand and asked, "Mom, what should we do?"
A voice came from inside the Yang's house, "Don't be ashamed! What are you dragging and pulling at the door for? Come in and talk!"
Song Tianjiao turned around and saw her husband Yang Kuangliang standing at the door with a frown, his eyes filled with anger, and she knew that he had also seen what happened earlier.
It was indeed reckless, even if it was to teach Yang Duxiao a lesson, but it can't be exposed in public now. What if some reporters with ulterior motives take pictures and report them? It would definitely lead to another round of hype, and the Yang family can't withstand any more blows right now.
Back home, Yang Suxin rushed upstairs. Song Tianjiao called out to her twice but she didn't respond, so he just let it go and turned to ask Yang Duanliang: "What do you think Gu Qingcheng meant? Does he actually like Suxin or Yandu Xiao?"
Yang Dongliang rubbed his brow, "Do you think someone like him would be interested in anyone? They're just looking for a substitute."
"Uh..."
Song Tianjiao had just opened his mouth when he heard Yang Susu calling out from upstairs.
"Ah! Mom!"
Song Tianjiao was startled and hurriedly ran upstairs.
Yang Su had just opened Yang Fu Xiao's room door with a spare key, last time she only rummaged through the desk but didn't touch the drawers or bed.
She always felt that Yang Mu Xiao was hiding something from them.
As expected, her intuition was correct!
By her bed, she found a photo, which was a picture of two people, and it turned out to be Yang Fu Xiao and Gu Qing Cheng!
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Yang Mu Xiao didn't know why Gu Qing Cheng went and came back, she would rather believe it was for her.
"What's with always keeping your head down?"
The crystal chandelier above her head sparkled, Gu Qingcheng's slender fingers lifted her chin, slightly tilted her head to look at her right cheek, and his fingertips slid across her face, tapping twice.
Yang Mu Xiao didn't turn her face away, she just stared at Gu Qing Cheng's face.
Gu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, turned around, took out an ice pack from the refrigerator and handed it to Yang Fuxiao: "Your face is swollen."
Yang's eyes were slightly dull, and he moved his gaze to the ice pack in Gu Qingcheng's hand. He suddenly smiled and said, "Help me apply it."
Gu Qingcheng raised her chin, "Yang Fu Xiao, have I ever told you that I've never liked women who take the initiative? Being too proactive makes me feel cheap."
Yang Furong suddenly raised her head, and Gu Qingcheng had already applied an ice pack to her right cheek. He turned his head as if carefully examining her: "Not obedient enough in temperament, not steady enough in doing things, and not clever enough in means."
He moistened his lips, and his fingers had already trailed along Yang Duoxiao's chin, down her slender neck, and brushed against the delicate collarbone exposed outside.
Yang Mo's lips pursed slightly, and suddenly she understood what Gu Qingcheng meant.
Gu Qingcheng thought she was just pretending to be close to him.
She hooked her lips, pale face, and red lips like blooming flowers.
"You look very much like my ex-boyfriend," Yang Xiao said, "no, not just like him, but exactly the same. He died in an accident three years ago."
Gu Qingcheng loosened Yang Fuxiao's jaw, removed the ice pack and looked at her profile, seemingly reduced swelling. He then threw the ice pack into an ice bucket on one side, turned around and took out a bottle of wine and two wine cups from the wine cabinet with elegant movements.
Gu Qingcheng walked over, handed Yang Fu Xiao a wine glass, and leaned against the high-backed chair behind him, asking leisurely: "What unexpected event?"
