"Ha," Gu Junzhu sneered, "Let's hope so."
He leaned back, his back against the sofa, rubbing his temples: "I can't believe it—my Brother Chuan, such a clever guy, got played by a woman so completely. Just the thought of it infuriates me."
Ye Xingbei said softly, "I guess that's what they call 'a hero's downfall by a beauty,' isn't it? History is full of great heroes who succumbed to beauty; what's more, Brother Chuan is still young."
Gu Junzhu sneered again but didn't say anything.
"Alright, don't be mad," Ye Xingbei coaxed him, "You don't let Brother Chuan or our dad know anything, but look at you now, so angry. When Dad comes home and sees you like this, he's bound to ask why you're so upset, and then he'll know everything."
"Yeah, got it." Gu Junzhu took a few deep breaths, his expression softening considerably.
