CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 135 I DON’T WANT HIM TO MARRY_2

Gu Qimiao pretended not to hear. She didn’t want to cry either, but as long as she thought of him, even her eyes, slowly drying out, would be flooded again.

She never knew losing someone could be so painful. She used to think she could smile and give her blessings, but in the end, people are always selfish...

Gu Moming came back after putting away the clothes, and she was still hiding under the quilt.

He stood by the bed for a while, suddenly hearing a muffled voice from under the quilt. He didn’t catch what she said, so he lifted the quilt and asked her: "What did you just say?"

She sobbed and said, "I want red jujube milk."

Gu Moming didn’t understand why she suddenly wanted this, but he could only coax her now: "Wait here. Cover your ears if there’s thunder. I’ll be right back."

He took the car keys and walked out just as the rain outside started pouring down heavily. Thunder and lightning dominated the weather. Gu Qimiao slightly lifted the quilt, thinking the rain might stop him, but he was already gone.

A lightning strike flashed through, even felt through the closed curtains. Gu Qimiao immediately pulled the quilt tighter around herself.

Gu Moming drove into the rain, with the wipers working nonstop to barely clear the view ahead.

Where on earth can one buy red jujube milk?

Afraid she might be scared alone at home, he drove straight to a large supermarket with a wide variety of goods.

He found it by asking a salesclerk. There were many brands, and he didn’t know which one she usually drank, so he bought a bottle of each brand and hurriedly drove back home.

Despite the distance between the supermarket and the parking lot, he got drenched.

"I’m back." He walked towards her with a bagful of red jujube milk.

Gu Qimiao, upon hearing his voice, peeked out. She had been worried about him, and her tears had dried a bit. But seeing the red jujube milk made her think of Shen Yanchen again.

He handed her a bottle with a straw inserted: "Drink it and go to sleep."

She took it and started drinking, but soon began wiping her tears again.

"What’s wrong now? Does it taste bad? Should I get you another one?"

She handed him the half-drunk bottle and turned to lie down: "I don’t want to drink anymore."

Gu Moming looked at the milk bottle in his hand, puzzled, took a sip, and his eyebrows immediately furrowed. It was sour and sticky; he didn’t like it at all. Could it be that it tastes bad?

He asked her: "Would you like to try another bottle?"

She shook her head, sobbing: "...Go change your clothes, you’re all wet."

"I’ll shower first. You go to sleep."

She wasn’t that obedient. When he came out after his shower and changed into dry clothes, she was still awake. She seemed less sad than before, but her eyes were still void, tears still falling, which worried him even more.

Saying nothing, feeling somewhat irritated, he turned off the room lights, got into bed, and held her in his arms.

Her head rested on his arm, crying for a long time, wetting his sleeve completely. He didn’t know when she fell asleep, but his sleeve remained wet throughout.

He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, slowly drew his arm away, sat up, picked up the cigarette box by the bed, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.

He never thought he would have such a foolish idea, but seeing her cry so miserably, he actually wanted to carry it out.

The wet circle on his sleeve, warm earlier, was now cold from the wind. They were her tears, shed for that man.

Over the years, he knew how much she loved Shen Yanchen. Although distance separated them, in Italy, as long as she heard Shen Yanchen’s name, she would freeze. Seeing his news would make her cover her mouth and laugh secretly. Her phone held photos of him, all saved from news reports.

Anything related to Shen Yanchen, she especially cared about. Every year on a certain day, she would inexplicably buy a small cake. He initially thought she just wanted to eat it, only later did he realize it was Shen Yanchen’s birthday.

He probably wouldn’t understand his actions in the future, but he just wanted to see her happy.

Extinguishing the half-smoked cigarette, he ground it under his foot, turned to the wardrobe, got a change of clothes, and looked at her still slightly twitching in sleep. With a light sigh, he checked the time on his phone—past eleven. Grabbing the car keys, he quietly left the room.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, thunder rumbling. A bright red Ferrari sped through the rain...

At the Shen family villa, a dark grey Ghost stopped in the courtyard amidst the pouring rain.

A man got out of the car, drenched instantly without an umbrella.

Striding into the mansion, the butler and servants, wrapping up their work, were stunned to see the soaked Shen Yanchen.

"Young Master..."

Shen Yanchen strode inside, leaving water trails on the originally clean floor. He asked the butler: "Where is the madam?"

The butler answered honestly: "She’s gone to bed, Young Master. Is there something urgent? I can wake her up."

Shen Yanchen grunted, shook the water from his hair, and sat on the sofa in his semi-wet clothes.

"Yanchen!" Soon, an elderly woman’s voice came from behind, anxious: "Why are you here so late?"

Shen Yanchen looked at her somewhat resentfully: "You don’t know why I’ve come, Grandma?"

Supported by a servant, his grandmother smiled guiltily, changing the topic: "Help the Young Master change his clothes; he might catch a cold..."

"No need." Shen Yanchen said directly: "Did Lu Qianwen come to see you this afternoon?"

Grandma sat on the sofa opposite him, smiling self-consciously: "That did happen..."

Shen Yanchen coldly glared at his grandmother, questioning: "You agreed to the marriage without even consulting me?"

Grandma kept smiling, then earnestly said: "Yanchen, it was the Lu family who proposed this marriage. Qianwen’s intentions are good, isn’t it nice? She’s such a good girl, and she even took the initiative."

"Grandma still thinks the girl you brought home last time is lovely, but she’s not suitable for you."