Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xu Weilai!

Everyone present knew of the history between Xu Weilai and Gu Yu. Upon hearing her name, they instinctively looked toward him. After all, no one could be certain exactly what his att.i.tude toward her currently was.

Gu Yu acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, and the look in his eyes remained unchanged. He continued lazing on the couch, rolling the stem of the crystal wine gla.s.s between his slender fingers.

When everyone witnessed his reaction, or lack thereof, they relaxed and the atmosphere regained its liveliness.

One of the men teased aloud, “That oldie from the Zhang family? Isn’t he the same age as Xu Weilai’s father? She really isn’t picky!”

The tall man replied, “Given the Xu family’s current situation, the fact that they can even find an old man willing to marry her is a surprise. She doesn’t have the luxury of being picky!”

Xu Shuai took a sip of wine and laughed humorlessly, “To a woman like Xu Weilai, all that matters is money! She can’t be bothered about who the man is! Stop talking about her. It’s spoiling the mood!”

“You sound really bitter, Master Xu! Please don’t tell us that your heart was broken by Xu Weilai before…”

Just as that statement was made out loud, Gu Yu suddenly placed his winegla.s.s down on the table. That small sound was enough to silence everyone at the same time.

The expression on his face remained emotionless, and no one could tell what he was feeling. He opened his mouth, and coolly declared, “I’m leaving.”

With those two words, he got up and strode out of the private room.

Xu Shuai watched Gu Yu as he left, and turned back to glare at the tall man. “You really don’t know when to shut up!” he commented coldly.

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By the time Gu Yu had walked out of the restaurant, his a.s.sistant had already readied the car and was waiting for him by the roadside. He walked over, but instead of entering the car, he leaned on the vehicle and took out his box of cigarettes. He retrieved a stick, lit it, and took a puff.

As the grey smoke curled in the air, his eyes turned as dark as ink.