Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Should I call you Ming Yao or Gu Fuzhen?

Ming Yao was caught off guard.

The moment her body fell, her hands braced against the ground, grazing the skin off her palms.

She lowered her brows and inhaled sharply.

This damn thing really gave her no face at all!

“Miss, are you alright?” Sang Yu hurriedly helped Ming Yao up.

Dusting off her hands, Ming Yao sat back up and smiled breezily, “I’m fine, just slipped and fell.” As she spoke, she slyly lifted her foot and kicked hard towards the man opposite her.

But the cry of pain didn’t come from him; it came from Lu Zhou, who was sitting on his other side.@@novelbin@@

Lu Zhou’s face crumpled in pain, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

Ming Yao, “…”

Damn man, quick to dodge! Assistant Lu, sorry about that, seems you took a hit for your tyrant boss!

Ming Yao knew very well how forcefully she had kicked; Assistant Lu’s calf was probably bruising.

After dinner, Ming Yao took a stroll around the back mountain of Hope Primary School and picked some herbs that improved blood circulation and reduced bruising. She then knocked on Lu Zhou’s door.

After being kicked by Ming Yao, Lu Zhou was limping as he walked.

When he opened the door and saw Ming Yao, his injured leg instinctively shrank back.

Although he hadn’t seen what happened under the table before, he was aware of the undercurrents between Fourth Master and his wife.

The wife was pushed and fell by Fourth Master, and to retaliate, she planned to kick Fourth Master.

But Fourth Master was too clever—

the one who ended up suffering was him!

“Assistant Lu, I kicked the wrong person earlier, here, I got some herbs that improve blood circulation and reduce bruising. Applying them should make it heal faster.”

Lu Zhou looked at Ming Yao with a surprised expression.

The wife knows about herbs?

Could it be some kind of poison meant to harm him?

“Madam, you’ve misunderstood, Fourth Master and I are clear and clean; we are both straight men, you don’t need to be jealous of me—”

Ming Yao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

How could Assistant Lu be so amusing?

“Why would I be jealous of Assistant Lu? Even if you and Fourth Master had something, I would just happily ship you guys!”

Ming Yao, who was naturally stunning, laughed vibrantly, her thick and curled eyelashes trembling lightly like butterfly wings. Under the light of the street lamp, her eyes appeared lively and spirited, her skin so fair it was reflective, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye added a unique charm.

Lu Zhou, mesmerized by the smiling Ming Yao, found himself unable to look away for a moment.

Gu Siting, coming out from the bathhouse after showering, happened to witness this scene.

Ming Yao’s smile was sweet as she looked at Lu Zhou with focused and interested eyes.

And Lu Zhou, he was utterly enchanted by Ming Yao.

Gu Siting pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, attempting to light it, but a gust of wind blew the flame out.

He pinched the cigarette between his index finger and thumb and crushed it into a ball.

The instant Gu Siting came out, Ming Yao saw him.

As he walked towards her, she stuffed the herbs into Lu Zhou’s hand.

Acting casual, she turned around and bumped into the approaching man’s arms.

As if startled, she staggered back a few steps after bumping into him.

Just as she was about to fall, the man finally extended a long arm, encircling her slender waist.

The man’s solid, broad chest was right before her eyes, and the scent of cold, bracing fir invaded her nostrils, quite pleasant to smell.

Ming Yao did not hurry to leave the man’s embrace.

She really liked the smell on him too much.

Although she had slept for two days and two nights, the moment she smelled his scent, sleepiness seemed to surge back up.

Her fingers clutched the clothes on his body, and her small face snuggled into his embrace.

But the next second, her waist was released by the man, and she was also pushed by him.

The man walked forward, and when he passed Lu Zhou’s room, he gave Lu Zhou a cold glance.

Lu Zhou’s scalp went numb in an instant.

Fourth Master, he definitely had no thoughts about the wife at all!

Gu Siting walked to the door of his own room and, seeing that Ming Yao was still standing at the door of Lu Zhou’s room without moving, he said coldly, “Come here!”

Lu Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, “Wife, Fourth Master is calling you, later you explain to Fourth Master that I’m innocent, don’t involve me in your quarrel, okay?”

Ming Yao gave Lu Zhou an OK gesture.

Ming Yao walked to the door of Gu Siting’s room where he stood in front of the window smoking, dressed in a black thin sweater and casual trousers, looking austere and serious, noble and cold, unreachable.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, he turned his head, glanced at her through the curling smoke, “Should I call you Ming Yao, or Gu Fuzhen?”

His voice was very cold, like the ice and snow on a high mountain.

Goosebumps rose on Ming Yao’s arms.

She knew her Little Maid guise had already fallen!

Ming Yao walked towards the man’s tall figure, standing in front of him.

His towering form enveloped her like a wide net.

She tilted her head slightly, her fair and radiant little face drew near him, “If you hadn’t disliked me so much in the beginning, I wouldn’t have had to don the guise of a Little Maid, husband, now you know how much I care about you—”

Before she could finish, the man’s hand holding the cigarette suddenly pinched her chin.

With a slight move, the scarlet ember of the cigarette would scorch her tender, fair skin.

The man didn’t believe her words at all, the pressure of his big hand on her chin increased, his black eyes deep and cold, “Ming Yao, not telling the truth, huh?”

Care about him?

When he had caught her in an affair with Xiao Yixuan, she had clearly agreed to sign the divorce papers but later reneged, even disguising herself as a Little Maid to win his favor—this woman, she must have some unspeakable secret!

He didn’t think she cared for or liked him that much at all, it often seemed like she was using him!

Ming Yao’s delicate eyebrows furrowed as Gu Siting’s hand pinched her, and she forcefully slapped his big hand away, knowing that if she continued to bluff him, it might not end well for her.

She shrugged her shoulders, her gorgeous lips slightly parting, “Do you still remember a condition that you promised me?”

Gu Siting’s tongue touched his cheek, seemingly amused by her shamelessness.

“You still have the face to talk terms with me?” she had fooled him thoroughly, disguising herself as the Little Maid, watching him apologize to her personally, defend her personally, even personally sending her boyfriend a shirt—her heart must have been laughing secretly!

Everyone says Fourth Master Gu is shrewd and wise, yet he’s been played by the woman he despises most like a fool!

The Little Swindler in front of him, not a single word true!

Gu Siting’s face darkened, wishing he could strangle her on the spot.

Ming Yao felt the murderous intent rising in the man’s body, blinked, and a crystal-clear tear rolled down from her eyes.

With a plop, it fell onto the back of the man’s hand.

Looking at her lashes wet with tears, trembling slightly, the man’s eyebrows furrowed deeper, “Ming Yao, stop pretending in front of me; you’re not weak, Gu Fuzhen is a persona you created!”

Ming Yao raised her eyes, brimming with tears, her lips trembling, “Husband, actually, I don’t want to make you dislike me either, it’s just that I suffer from insomnia and only by smelling the scent on you can I fall asleep…”