Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: He introduces: My wife, Ming Yao

Gu Siting originally wanted to say ridiculous, nonsense!

But the image of her clutching his clothes those couple of times unavoidably sprang to mind.

Combining that with some of her other abnormalities, he started to believe she wasn’t lying.

His scent could put her to sleep?

So, her calculated closeness and pleasing behavior toward him were all to cure her insomnia.

In other words, from beginning to end, she had only seen him as a tool for her to sleep.@@novelbin@@

Gu Siting’s tongue pressed against his back molars, his handsome profile became even more sinister.

It was bad enough being used as a sleeping aid, but she also had the nerve to pay him off with a coin for a night’s sleep!

Ha!

He, who had always been shrewd, had actually been played by this detestable woman!

The angrier he got, the more he felt the heat within him rise, and with a long reach, he rudely grabbed the woman’s slender wrist.

Ming Yao thought he knew her purpose and was on the verge of an animalistic outbreak, recalling the painful memories of that night without any pleasure, she began to struggle, “Husband, I didn’t come to offer myself…”

A cold, mocking chuckle came from the man’s throat.

Then, he pushed her towards the exit of the room.

With a bang, he shut the General’s Residence’s door.

Offer herself?

Thinking back to the muddled memories of that night, a restlessness stirred within Gu Siting.

He lit another cigarette and started puffing relentlessly, as if only by doing so could he cool the heat inside him.

His jaw tightened, and with a dark expression, he cursed under his breath.

Damn woman!

With just a few words, she could actually set him on fire!

It wasn’t a problem without any women before, but after that one night, having tasted the marrow, sometimes even his dreams—

His other, unoccupied hand balled into a fist, and his narrow dark eyes flashed with a terrifying crimson due to the suppressed struggle.

His whole body tensed, the muscular lines of his abdomen rigid, and only after a long while did he manage to calm down.

After being pushed out by Gu Siting, Ming Yao was stunned for a long while.

Wasn’t he about to lose control?

A trace of embarrassment appeared in her beautiful eyes, soon replaced by humiliation and anger.

What did he mean by pushing her out?

She had confessed to him; did he not want her to get close anymore?

Ah, ah, ah!

What was she going to do in the future?

Jing Hang hadn’t found the Secret Manual to cure her insomnia yet; she could only rely on him for now!

The agony of those past days when she desperately wanted to sleep but just couldn’t, she really didn’t want to experience it again!

Ming Yao looked at the firmly closed door, wanted to knock with a thick face, but after raising her hand, she slowly put it down again.

It seemed her rest room still had one of his jackets, so she might as well make do and sleep for the night!

Ming Yao returned to her room, and hugged the man’s jacket to sniff it.

Maybe because she had clung to it for two days and nights, the scent belonging to the man on the jacket had already faded considerably.

Damn it!

Did that mean she still had to go find him tonight?

With his attitude toward her, he definitely wouldn’t give her any attention.

Her confession to him was like handing over a handle to him.

Wouldn’t that mean if he told her to go east, it would be difficult for her to go west?

Ming Yao raised her head, wishing she could howl at the sky.

O Lord, why did you insist on tying me to Tyrant Gu?

Unable to sleep, Ming Yao felt a frenzied restlessness inside her.

She stepped out and sat on the steps of the corridor, staring at Gu Siting’s room just like the Waiting-husband Stone.

Tyrant Gu, you dishonest dog!

You promised to grant me one wish, but now you’re reluctant to follow through!

Just you wait if I catch hold of something on you one day, otherwise—

Ming Yao gnashed her teeth in anger, not realizing that the man inside the room had seen her expression through the slightly ajar window.

What, did she think of him as a tool for helping her sleep and still felt wronged and angry?

Gu Siting decided not to bother with this Little Swindler after finishing a cigarette, he laid down on the bed to rest.

But as he lay there staring at the ceiling, sleep eluded him entirely.

Getting up, he glanced through the crack in the window; the Little Swindler was still sitting on the steps, gazing resentfully at his room.

Gu Siting could imagine she was cursing him out internally!

After all, her mouth could twist black into white, lies into truth!

Thinking of how she had fooled him around when he was treating her like a Little Maid, his anger flared up again!

Raising his long fingers, he pressed against his brow, not wanting to be cursed or sworn at in her mind any longer, so he grabbed a coat from the rack and threw it out with an indifferent face.

Ming Yao was caught off guard when the man’s coat suddenly covered her head, leaving her momentarily stunned.

The crisp scent of cold spruce filled her nostrils.

She quickly pulled the coat off her head and looked up towards the man’s room.

With a bang, the door was closed by the man again.

Such arrogance!

Ming Yao chuckled.

Two days later, the weather cleared up, and the dangerous bridge at the base of the mountain was repaired; Gu Siting prepared to leave.

During these two days, Gu Siting hadn’t spoken a word to Ming Yao, and she hadn’t shown any eagerness towards him.

Their encounters were no different than those with strangers.

However, if he was leaving, she naturally had to go with him.

Lu Zhou was supposed to drive, but after being kicked by Ming Yao, his leg was still lame, so he had to sit in the passenger seat, with Gu Siting driving.

Of all people, Sang Yu found it hardest to say goodbye to Gu Siting.

Sang Yu, a university student from the hills, was able to finish her studies thanks to Gu Siting’s support.

For her, Gu Siting was both a benefactor and an admired mountain.

She brought over two large bags of local specialties, “Fourth Master, this bag contains dried small river fish; this one has white pepper skins… Although I know these things are trivial, they are all tokens of my gratitude…”

Gu Siting’s high bridged nose and thin, red lips were pressed tightly, his whole body exuded an air of cold indifference and power.

He looked at Sang Yu, who hung her long eyelashes, too timid to meet his gaze, and he didn’t miss the blush of shame and anticipation on her face.

Gu Siting’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the woman standing by the SUV, who watched the drama with amusement, and in a low, cold voice, he said, “Ming Yao, come here.”

Ming Yao stood up straight and immediately walked over to Gu Siting, “Fourth Master, did you call me for something?”

This was the first time he had initiated conversation with her in the past two days; she couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Gu Siting extended his large hand, taking hold of Ming Yao’s delicate small hand.

The moment his palm enveloped hers, the roughness and softness intertwining, an unusual surge of emotion sprang up in Ming Yao’s heart.

Although they had been most intimate with each other, at that time, her mind was blurry, feeling nothing but pain—

Ming Yao instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but the man noticed and tightened his grip slightly.

He didn’t look at Ming Yao; instead, his expression was detached as he said to Sang Yu, “My wife, Ming Yao.”

With one sentence, any little hope and fanciful thoughts Sang Yu had harbored were extinguished.

Her pretty face instantly turned ashen.

“So, you’re married,” Sang Yu forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying, “Congratulations to you both.”

After speaking, her eyes reddened, and she turned and ran away.

Almost the moment Sang Yu left, the man released Ming Yao’s hand.

Ming Yao, “…” So now, she had become a tool for him to ward off unwanted affection?