Chapter 61: It Help Bolstered Our Feelings
Song Jiuyue had her suspicions, "Can a person change altogether after an accident?"
Song Jiumei was also extremely worried, "If Young Master Gu really fell in love with Song Wuyou, then what's going to happen to you?"
Having heard this, Song Jiuyue's face stiffened for a second. A strong glint of determination shone in her eyes as she declared, "I am absolutely going to win this year's fashion design competition! I must win the championship and attract Gu Yanhao's attention."
"You've gone as far as giving up the right to inherit Song Group so you can work for him. This time, after you get the first place in the competition, he'll surely be grateful to you."
Glaring at her sister, Song Jiuyue warned her with a heavy tone, "So you must not mess things up! Even if it's just towards Song Wuyou, you ought to restrain yourself!"
"Then should we just let that Song Wuyou swagger arrogantly?" Song Jiumei refused to give in.
"If Young Master Gu was to pursue the matter of the drink, you'd only suffer miserably!"
Reminded of this, a cold shiver ran down Song Jiumei's back. "Dajie, what do we do now?"
"I'll give Young Master Gu a call and apologize to him personally." Song Jiuyue took out her mobile and pressed dial on Gu Yanhao's number.
It did not take long for the call to be connected.
The moment Gu Yanhao's voice sounded from the other end, Song Jiuyue's voice instantly became tender and affectionate, even bearing a hint of remorse.
"Young Master Gu, Jiumei already told me about what happened. She just wanted to play a prank on Wuyou, but she hadn't expected..."
"You're talking about the drink?" Before she could finish her sentence, a deep male voice cut her short.
The coldness made Song Jiuyue freeze. She could do nothing but nod dumbly, "En..."
Suddenly from the other end of the line came a low chuckle, "Help me thank your meimei. Her little prank successfully bolstered Wuyou's and my feelings."
These words were like a jagged knife thrust deep into Song Jiuyue's heart. Her heart sank, and simultaneously she lost all color on her face, "Par...pardon?"
"Wuyou and I are now doing very well." The line disconnected with this sentence.
Right at that moment, Song Jiuyue felt as if all her energy had been drained. The hand which was still holding her mobile phone fell limp at her side as she stood staring blankly at the same spot.
Does this mean Song Wuyou was the 'antidote' for Gu Yanhao's 'poison'?
"Dajie, what is it?" Song Jiumei was terrified after seeing Song Jiuyue's expression. She was extremely worried as she wondered if Young Master Gu planned to do something to her.
She was truly frightened now...
"He said, he and Song Wuyou..." only bleak dullness could be seen in Song Wuyou's eyes.
Having heard this, Song Jiumei's eyes widened in shock, "Young Master Gu took Wuyou..."
Song Jiuyue's eyes turned icy as they glared at Song Jiumei and she roared in anger, "What do you think? All of it was to your credit!"
"I, I only wanted to play a prank on Wuyou. I didn't think..."
"You didn't think? You didn't think you'd end up pushing them together?"
"Dajie, are you saying it's all my fault?"
"Not only am I blaming you, I even want to smack your face!"
Song Jiumei looked apprehensively at Song Jiuyue.
Song Jiuyue's eyes grew colder, "Once a man sleeps with a woman, things will be out of one's control. Then, in the long run, feelings would naturally develop and love would sprout for this woman. But why must this woman be Song Wuyou?"
Song Jiumei gritted her teeth in distaste. This time, it truly had benefited that slut!
Thinking for a while, she then tried to comfort her elder sister, "In that kind of situation, it wouldn't involve any real feelings. It's just venting..."
"Venting is also sleeping..."
Song Wuyou went to a lot of places with her design sketches, but every master tailor that took a look at her designs shook their heads. None of them dared to accept the job.
Too complicated, don't know how to do ah.
Running in circles under the scorching hot sun made Song Wuyou sweat profusely, yet she still continued her quest in accordance to the original host's memories, shuttling between the roads and alleys.
She really had no idea how she would have survived in this unfamiliar new world without those memories.
As this time, she was taking shade under a tree in the public street.
Watching people rushing up and down the streets... as these people passed her by, she suddenly felt lost and out of place...
Chapter 62: The Man Was Extremely Good Looking When His Lips Curved Up
What had been the reason behind her appearance in this era?
Was it God or the Heavens that allowed her to be reborn? Or was it pity because she had been subjected to a very early death?
Later, would she be able to return to her era in the past?
Suddenly, the wind blew. It carried the heat of summer which caressed her long hair, making it sway in a slow dance.
She held her design sketches in one hand, eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked forward.
A black Rolls-Royce roared and passed right in front of her.
Another burst of the hot breeze blew past her, leaving her hair in disarray.
"It's so windy but so hot." Song Wuyou could not bear this kind of hot weather.
Turning around, she headed towards the east this time.
There were many tailor's shops in that area. If the master tailors there dared not take her commission, then she probably would do everything by herself.
The body of the original host was very weak to begin with, hence it could not endure any kind of stress in the slightest.
Her body in the previous life had been very strong, therefore experiencing this feeling of weakness made her uncomfortable.
The green light on the opposite side of the street lit up, and Song Wuyou lifted her foot to cross the road.
Honk~ honk~!
At this time, the blaring honks reverberated.
The sudden loud noise startled Song Wuyou. Consequently, she looked around and a luxury sports car was speeding past her like quicksilver.
Song Wuyou was rooted to the spot. She was still in shock. Her mind went blank and she even forgot to dodge the speeding car coming her way.
Honk~honk~
Another burst of blaring honks.
Song Wuyou snapped back to her senses as she staggered backwards.
Unsteady, she twisted her leg and fell on her bum.
Whoosh
That sports car arrogantly sped past in front of her, not even slowing down one bit at the crossroad junction.
The carbon from the exhaust pipe blew against her face and Song Wuyou felt sand enter her eye.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and opened them again. Originally, she wanted to collect the design sketches that fell on the sidewalk.
What happened ah?
Why did her body feel so light? Why did everything seem to be shaking? Oi, don't tell me I'm going to faint?
Without further ado, Song Wuyou's legs gave out and her vision darkened as she fainted.
When Song Wuyou opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a silhouette of a man.
The man had one long leg elegantly crossed over the other as he sat on a chair next to the bed.
He wore a wine-colored shirt and white tie, paired with white pants. That colour combination vividly enhanced his well-built body.
She could only see the profile of the man's face.
The side of the man's face was as beautiful and as perfect as if it had been carved with the utmost care.
High-bridged nose, long lashes, and sexy thin lips... there was nothing to complain about.
Song Wuyou tried to prop her body up.
Her subtle movements had attracted the man's attention.
His eyes glanced over, meeting her sparkling ones. Then, a low, deep voice sounded, "You're awake?"
"En," Song Wuyou mumbled a reply as her eyes roamed around her unfamiliar surroundings a little warily.
"This is my house." Noticing her wariness, the corner of his lips curved up in a smile as he assured her, "Don't worry, it's very safe here."
"You saved me?" Song Wuyou looked at him before throwing a question his way.
It was only at this point did she realize his pupils were not black, but a pair of mesmerizing amber.
"En." The man was extremely good looking when his lips curved up.
A tiny frown appeared on Song Wuyou's brows as she shot a suspicious glare at the man, "You wouldn't be the driver that nearly ran me over, right?"
The man let out a low chuckle. The sound was pleasant to the ears, with a magnetism that seemed to pull you in unwittingly.
"I clearly saw you fall on your own."
Chapter 63: He Has Song Jiuyue, He Doesn't Need Me
"Wasn't it because you were driving like a mad bull?" Song Wuyou's voice was full of blame.
"I always comply with the traffic regulations."
"Then I'm the one at fault here?" Song Wuyou blurted out in disbelief.
A genteel smile appeared on his face, "You'd think so?"
Song Wuyou hit her own head lightly, feeling a bit loss, "I'm really muddleheaded now."
That sports car had sprinted away so fast. Thinking about it, how would the driver even notice that she had fallen down?
"No, you're not muddleheaded at all. If you're really muddleheaded, how could you create these designs?" Finished saying this, the man handed the design sketches in his hand to Song Wuyou.
His amber eyes were looking at Song Wuyou with a friendly smile, "These were designed by you, right?"
Song Wuyou nodded, "En."
"To participate in this year's fashion design competition?"
Song Wuyou conveyed her assent once again, "En."
Hearing her confirmation, a light flashed across the man's phoenix eyes, "Which company do you work for?"
Frowning, Song Wuyou looked at him in confusion.
The original host had a reputation that was not worth a single dime in M City. Furthermore, she also had the title of being Gu Yanhao's wife. How could the man in front of her be so clueless?
"No company would be daring enough to hire me." Song Wuyou said in a low voice.
He frowned, baffled: "Why?"
He was awed the moment his eyes had caught sight of these designs. Such a talented person, how could there be a company that did not want her?
"Because I'm Song Wuyou." Song Wuyou stated with a bitter smile.
"Song Wuyou..."
The man raised an eyebrow. The name sounded kind of familiar, but he could not pinpoint where or when he had seen or heard this name before.
"You must either have a record for embezzlement or of being a corporate spy," the man smiled. He thought these would be the only reasons no company would dare to hire her.
"What are you talking about?" Song Wuyou retorted with an insulted look, "I'm Gu Yanhao's wife."
Surprise flickered in the man's amber pupils when he heard this, "You're that Gu Yanhao's wife?"
"You finally have an idea who I am? In M City, who doesn't know the notorious wife of Gu Yanhao?" Song Wuyou laughed, jeering at herself.
"I rarely pay attention to these matters," the man explained with detachment.
"Excuse me," Song Wuyou gave him an apologetic smile, "I forgot you're a man and not one of those obnoxiously nosy women."
Her smile was beautiful, making it hard for anyone to look away.
"You have an innocent smile, totally different from your reputation."
"Who are you?" Song Wuyou asked directly.
"An Zhanggong."
Song Wuyou could not recall anything about him.
An Zhanggong saw the placid expression on Song Wuyou's face, having not the slightest flicker of recognition after hearing his name.
The corner of his mouth curved up again as he added, "Anmei Group's President, An Zhanggong."
"Anmei Group..."
Song Wuyou tried her best to search her memories, and then the realization hit her. She stared at him, "You're Anmei Group's President, An Zhanggong?"
An Zhanggong cocked an eyebrow, looking at the woman before him. She was not shocked after finding out about his identity, her expression did indicate her surprise.
"You can choose not to believe me at this point."
Song Wuyou quickly nodded her head in vigorous movements, "I believe, I believe!"
Her name – Song Wuyou – was in the dumps, she had no money, and even her husband did not love her. Any swindler with brains would not choose her as a target.
"Since you're Gu Yanhao's wife, why didn't you enter Gu Group?" An Zhanggong asked out of curiosity.
Song Wuyou sneered at the question, "He has Song Jiuyue, he doesn't need me."
His lips curved up into a perfect smile, "Song Jiuyue's designs are quite the novelty, but..." His eyes spared a quick glance at Song Wuyou's designs, "Compared with only one of your designs, hers is much more inferior."
Song Wuyou blinked prettily, looking at An Zhanggong. Finally, she has met someone who acknowledges her ability.
Chapter 64: Behave, Don't Move
"Gu Yanhao rejected your designs?" An Zhanggong inquired.
"En," Song Wuyou nodded.
"Did you plan to submit these designs under the individual category of the competition?"
"En,"
An Zhanggong pondered for a while before he spoke again, "The dress looked perfect on paper. I wonder what the actual product will look like."
Song Wuyou revealed an exhausted look, "The actual product is not ready. I can't find any good master tailor willing to do it."
Again, the amber eyes gleamed, "Are you willing to come to our Anmei Group?"
By the time Song Wuyou returned to the villa from An Zhanggong's house, it was already time for dinner.
The moment she entered, she could see Gu Yanhao sitting on the sofa going through some design sketches.
Gu Yanhao looked up, his eyes cold, interrogating, "Where did you run off to the entire day?"
Song Wuyou lied smoothly, "Looking for a job."
Gu Yanhao cocked an eyebrow at her as his eyes evidently darkened. Seconds ticked by when he finally asked, "Did you find one?"
"No." Song Wuyou answered while changing into her house slippers.
Gu Yanhao's gaze was still fixed on her, "Had dinner?"
"No," finished changing into her slippers, Song Wuyou decided to go to the kitchen.
Coincidentally, his gaze caught sight of the band-aid on her hand and his eyes narrowed sharply.
His icy voice inquired, "Are you hurt?"
Song Wuyou was stunned by his question, and then she remembered the band-aid on her hand. She replied casually, "Just some minor lacerations."
–Dining Hall–
In the dinning hall, the dinner Xu Jing prepared for her was kept warm.
As Xu Jing placed the dishes on the table, Song Wuyou asked, "Young Master ate?"
Xu Jing nodded: "Ate."
Better that way since she doesn't want to eat at the same table with him.
After a quick dinner, Song Wuyou wanted to go back to her room.
She had been running everywhere outside today, and her legs were exhausted, so she planned to have an early night.
Just as she was passing through the living room, Gu Yanhao's domineering voice sounded, "Come here." Song Wuyou's face became cold. What she hated most was this kind of domineering tone. "Something's the matter?" Song Wuyou asked from afar.
"Something's the matter!" Gu Yanhao's eyes turned icy.
Song Wuyou pursed her lips and rolled her eyes in silence. She walked over reluctantly.
Gu Yanhao scowled as he commanded her, "Sit down."
Song Wuyou sat opposite him, looking at him with a bewildered expression. He has something he wanted to say to her?
Seeing she was seated, Gu Yanhao stood up and came beside her.
Without warning, a familiar scent filled her surroundings which made her shift back slightly.
Subsequently, Gu Yanhao followed her and shifted his position, one hand pressed down on her thigh: "Don't move!"
"What do you want to do?" Song Wuyou panicked, looking at the man's hand on her thigh, and then raising her head to look up at him in shock.
Gu Yanhao removed his hand and brought over the little First-Aid Kit on the coffee table.
Watching his actions, Song Wuyou was stunned speechless. Don't say he was planning to apply medicine for her?
It was exactly so.
Gu Yanhao opened the First-Aid Kit, and as he did that he explained: "Putting medicine on for you."
Song Wuyou flatly refused, "I've already done that."
There was no need to apply more. After all, she just had some light lacerations, not some serious wound.
"Behave, don't move." Gu Yanhao's voice was low, deep and somewhat sweet to the ears.
After he had the emollient ready, he raised her hand gently. His head bent down and he seriously, softly, applied medicine for her.
Song Wuyou was confounded and anxious at the same time. Putting medicine on for her?
She suddenly recalled that, in her past life when she was injured, that heartless man also put medicine on her with the same seriousness...
Chapter 65: I Can Support You
She remembered that one time, she took an arrow for him.
The velocity and power in it was alarming: It pierced through her chest and the arrowhead came out of her back. She was wounded badly that time, she even thought she was going to die.
Because she was in disguise and the wound's position was on her chest, he was the only one who could put on medicine for her.
At that time, she caught the distress in his eyes when he was wiping ointment onto her wound, eyes red-rimmed, holding back his tears so they would not fall.
The pain from the wound was hell, but when she saw his nearly crying face, she felt taking that arrow for him was worth it...
Song Wuyou suddenly missed the days they'd spent together during the war.
Although every second of the day was filled with danger, he of that time... in his eyes, in his heart, there was only her...
When that luxurious palace was built, feelings scattered. The love and affection he had for her was divided amongst other women. When that was gone, what was left behind was coldness and disregard...
Recalling these memories, Song Wuyou's eyes suddenly became red.
Looking at Gu Yanhao's face, she felt as if that same heartless man was right in front of her.
Seeing the glaring red lacerations on her white skin, Gu Yanhao's heart actually felt distressed.
At first, he himself was startled at his own reaction. Then he thought: a husband caring for his wife was something to be expected. What was he being startled for?
After cleaning the wound with disinfectant and covering it gauze and medical tape, Gu Yanhao looked up.
By chance, his eyes met Song Wuyou's sad eyes as she was watching him.
This gaze hit him directly, like a hand gently stroking his heart. The deepest part of his heart melted.
Gu Yanhao's gaze deepened. Looking back at her, their eyes met.
Song Wuyou's sad eyes looked like they were veiled with a layer of mist, delicate, captivating...
Gu Yanhao's eyes were unfathomable.
Watching this Song Wuyou, it was as if his heartstrings were tugged.
All of a sudden, he had a strong impulse to gather her into his embrace...
"It's done." His low, magnetic voice was laced with a gentleness that even he did not notice.
"Thank you." Song Wuyou was dazed for a moment, before quickly pulling her hand back.
Her brows furrowed slightly. Was it an illusion? Why did she feel he was being too gentle just now?
And his gaze, totally unlike the usual him?
Song Wuyou looked at the wound on her hand.
The wound was treated well; the gauze and tape were secure and covered the wounded area well. It felt as if there was a big hand protecting her wound.
Something flashed passed Song Wuyou's eyes, she was not sure whether it was because Gu Yanhao looked so much like him, or if it was the original host's residue love for she felt a little happy that he'd applied medicine for her.
While Gu Yanhao busied himself with packing the small first aid kid, he asked, "Why did you go looking for a job suddenly?"
"I don't want to act like a beggar every month, asking for allowance money from Song Nan." This was one of the reasons.
Hearing this answer, Gu Yanhao raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment before he spoke again, "I can afford to support you."
Song Wuyou froze, and then looked at him with clear astonishment, "Did I hear you wrong?"
Gu Yanhao's cold gaze swept across her face, "You did not hear wrongly."
"I remember this is not the way you used to treat me."
Gu Yanhao's gaze sharpened, "Do you remember what I said, that everything depends on your performance?"
Song Wuyou was baffled, "What depends on my performance?"
Did he say that? She cannot recall this on the spot.
Gu Yanhao shot her a cold, stern glare before he took out his wallet.
Song Wuyou watched his actions in confusion.
Seconds later, he slipped a black card from his wallet, passing it to her while saying: "Take it."
"What for?" Song Wuyou looked at his beautiful hands and that shiny bank card.
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Translator: Woodear Editor: Ocelot