Jing Yuan sat in his chair, his cold gaze sweeping over Gu Yunxiang's sleeping face. That face was so exquisite it made one pause: long, curved eyelashes, full lips, a slender nose… everything seemed perfectly arranged to make the person facing it want to touch it.
He lowered his head, his deep, dark eyes sinking. The corners of his lips curled up, half a smile, half contempt:
"Whoever it is… doesn't matter," his voice low and cold, "as long as they're still useful to me."
Jing Yuan sat silently, watching Yunxiang sleep soundly. His breathing was steady and carefree, making him want to laugh, yet also feel… something hard to name. He was used to controlling everything, but he couldn't control the strange feeling rising in his heart as he looked at the boy.
He was about to stand up, but Yunxiang's phone suddenly rang. Jing Yuan glanced at the screen, seeing the caller ID: Jiang Yu Chen. His eyes darkened slightly, a flash of disgust crossing them, but he still picked up the phone.
A familiar voice, slightly curious and tinged with contempt, came from the other end:
"Today… you went out with that guy, Yun Xiang?"
Jing Yuan didn't answer, just listened in silence, shifting his position. Wu Shen continued:
"I told you… that guy isn't simple, he approached you like that—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Jing Yuan interrupted, his voice icy cold:
"I approached you?"
Wu Shen was silent for a few seconds, then growled:
"Why are you holding her phone? You'd better stay away from her…"
Jing Yuan leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold, and said slowly:
"Why should I avoid the young master? Anyway…" He smirked, his voice full of sarcasm, "the young master… he was originally mine…"
The other end of the line went silent. Wu Shen growled, full of suspicion:
"You… what exactly did you do to her?"
Jing Yuan sneered contemptuously, not bothering to lift his hand:
"Trash." Then he hung up abruptly.
He then opened Yun Xiang's phone, scrolled through the empty message list. He frowned, a hint of suspicion in his expression, but finally put it back down on the table, glanced at the sleeping Yun Xiang, and turned to leave. Little did he know, that morning it was Wu Shen who had taught Yun Xiang how to set up automatic message deletion after an hour, making everything disappear completely.
The next morning, I was sitting at breakfast, my head still groggy from a sleepless night. My eyes were dark and puffy, my hair disheveled, and my hands trembled as I held the spoon. I had just finished a sip of soup and hadn't even caught my breath when Wu Shen appeared.
He grabbed my hand, pulling me so hard I almost spilled my milk.
"Yun Xiang, come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."
Before I could react, I stammered:
"You…you…slowly…"
But at that moment, another hand gripped my other wrist, coldly. I turned my head…and saw Jing Yuan.
His gaze swept down at my hand, which was being held by Wu Shen, icy cold and threatening:
"Would it be a problem if Young Master Jiang let go of my young master's hand?"
Wu Shen chuckled contemptuously, his grip still tight, his voice sarcastic:
"Oh, so you're back to that fake act today? If you're so good, why don't you repeat what you said yesterday?"
The two looked at each other, sparks flying between them. I was caught between them, my hands gripped tightly, my heart pounding. The atmosphere was tense, and I could only stand there dumbfounded, my mouth agape, unable to say anything.
Wu Shen frowned, his voice cold:
"You don't want to hear it, Yun Xiang?"
Jing Yuan smirked, his eyes sharp as knives:
"Young Master, if Young Master Jiang dares to cross the line again, don't blame me for being impolite."
I gasped for breath, my head spinning, confused and bewildered, I stammered:
"What…what are you two doing?"
I could only stand there, bewildered and not knowing what to do. With each passing moment, the pressure from both sides intensified, and all I wanted was to… disappear immediately.