Just reading that phrase made her think of Ming Li’s eyes. Those gentle eyes, when they unconsciously turned sharp and predatory, would make her body grow slick with moisture.
In almost any other situation, she rarely had a physical response. Before her marriage, she had been borderline asexual. Even her instances of self-pleasure could be counted on one hand per year. If her biological functions hadn’t been working normally, she probably wouldn’t have had the need at all.
It was only after marriage that her desires had become so frequent.
Gu Qingshuang felt it was too reductive to judge “love” based on physical reaction alone. Yet, she also knew that the body’s primal responses didn’t lie.
Sincere Love.
Just thinking about it—thinking about Ming Li—made her thighs press tightly together.
Despite having received a modern, open-minded sexual education, Gu Qingshuang still felt a sense of shame. How could she surrender so completely before the other person had even launched an attack—before they had even arrived?
The mere thought of it brought her more pleasure than the last time she had hidden under her covers with a toy.
As if possessed, Gu Qingshuang opened her old chat logs with Ming Li. Even after Ming Li had blacklisted her, Gu Qingshuang hadn’t deleted the contact. The history was still there.
There were a few scattered voice messages from Ming Li. In them, Ming Li’s voice sounded cool and clear. Gu Qingshuang tapped through them one by one.
The physical reaction intensified.
In the end, she had to rely on her fingers to reach a peak. It was the very first time she had ever done something like this.
Afterward, Gu Qingshuang sat there, her mind a total blank. She suddenly, desperately wanted to know: Does this count as liking her?
If she could achieve such a “grand event” just by listening to Ming Li’s voice, then surely her physical attraction had reached its limit? But what about her heart? Was it dependence, habit, or love?
Gu Qingshuang felt these questions were too difficult—harder than publishing two SCI papers.
But then she thought… even if it was love, what of it? She could only move forward.
The next evening after work, Gu Qingshuang prepared to head home straight from the hospital. To her surprise, someone was waiting for her in the underground garage.
Two burly bodyguards in black suits stood respectfully by her car, bowing as she approached.
Gu Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, wondering what Gu Xueqiang was up to now.
“Young Miss,” one of the bodyguards said, “President Gu has instructed us to ensure you are delivered to Miss Zhou’s presence.”
Gu Qingshuang: “…”
Is she insane?
Gu Qingshuang cursed inwardly, her face darkening.
“Please don’t make this difficult for us,” the other bodyguard pressured.
“And if I refuse to go?” she asked coldly.
“President Gu said that even if you were dead, we would have to carry your corpse there.”
Gu Qingshuang: “…”
Truly a loving mother.
While Gu Qingshuang was deadlocked with them, a message from Gu Xueqiang arrived: [It won’t kill you to just meet her. Miss Zhou is tall and beautiful—175cm. Even taller than Ming Li.]
Gu Qingshuang typed: [What the hell does that have to do with me?]
She immediately deleted it and sent: [I’m not interested.]
Gu Xueqiang: [Shuangshuang, you are my daughter. You have to do something.]
Gu Qingshuang: [Gu Mengdie is the one getting engaged, not me. Why do I need a date? Grandmother isn’t going to revoke your inheritance rights just because I don’t have a partner. Why are you so obsessed with this?]
When angry, Gu Qingshuang’s typing speed was blistering.
Gu Xueqiang’s reply was brief: [You must go.]
Gu Qingshuang: [For the sake of argument, even if you don’t inherit the Gu Group, what’s the worst that could happen?!]
Gu Xueqiang: [I would die.]
Gu Qingshuang: [You’re blackmailing me again.]
Gu Xueqiang: [I’m serious.]
Gu Qingshuang’s eyes stung at the words. She hammered out a reply: [Then I’ll just die with you.]
Gu Xueqiang: [Just go and meet her. See if Ming Li is really the only one for you.]
Gu Qingshuang: […]
Ultimately, Gu Qingshuang ended up in the car on her way to the appointment. Or rather, the date President Gu had arranged for her.
The meeting spot had supposedly been chosen by Miss Zhou. It was a rather elegant Chinese restaurant—not top-tier, but trendy because it was a new opening. The place didn’t even have private rooms; everyone sat in the main hall.
When Gu Qingshuang arrived, Miss Zhou was already there.
Her name was Zhou Jing’an—a very traditional, dainty-sounding name. However, she had the striking features of a mixed-race model and stood nearly 180cm in her heels.
Gu Qingshuang didn’t keep a sour face the whole time. She politely exchanged names and engaged in small talk while ordering. Gu Qingshuang wasn’t good at initiating conversation, but Zhou Jing’an was a talker. Gu Qingshuang only needed to provide brief answers.
Eventually, her curt responses seemed to sap the other woman’s interest. The atmosphere turned quiet, which Gu Qingshuang actually preferred. She wished she could just eat alone.
Sharing a table with a stranger made her want serving chopsticks, but Miss Zhou had already taken a shallow taste of every dish as it arrived. Gu Qingshuang looked at the otherwise appetizing food and fell into a silent, germaphobic dilemma.
“You don’t like Chinese food?” Zhou Jing’an asked. “The flavor is quite good.”
Gu Qingshuang was too embarrassed to admit it was because of her cleanliness obsession—it would be too rude. Instead, she said, “I ate a little something before coming. I’m not very hungry.”
She resorted to just picking at her bowl of white rice.
Zhou Jing’an brought up President Gu’s instructions. “Am I supposed to attend Miss Mengdie’s engagement party with you? When is it?”
“No need,” Gu Qingshuang rejected instantly.
“Is it because I’m too tall?”
“No,” Gu Qingshuang said.
The meal was awkward for Gu Qingshuang. Seeing that Miss Zhou was a direct person, Gu Qingshuang decided to be blunt as well. “I’ve been married before.”
Zhou Jing’an took it in stride. “I know that, of course. To that fallen socialite from the Ming family, right? We were classmates in primary school.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Zhou Jing’an clicked her tongue. “Well, talk about a coincidence.”
She raised a hand and waved. “Ming Li!”
Gu Qingshuang turned her head at the name. She saw Ming Li and Lin Xun standing side-by-side. A server was leading them to a table three rows behind them. Lin Xun naturally pulled out a chair for Ming Li.
Hearing her name, Ming Li looked over and saw a familiar face sitting with Gu Qingshuang.
…What a coincidence indeed.
Lin Xun suddenly “remembered” something. “Oh right, I believe today is the day of Miss Gu’s blind date.”
She didn’t quite dare to look at Ming Li’s face, only adding, “That must be Miss Gu’s date. President Ming, do you know her?”
Ming Li’s lip twitched. “She looks familiar, but I can’t place her.”
Just then, the woman walked over. “I’m Zhou Jing’an. You probably don’t remember me, but I used to pull your pigtails when we were kids. Does that ring a bell?”
She spoke with complete frankness. Ming Li felt a surge of helplessness. “I remember now.”
This girl had been a wild one since childhood, but she was loyal.
Gu Qingshuang slowly walked over as well. Upon seeing Ming Li, she felt a sudden flash of guilt. She lowered her head and murmured, “Ming Li.”
She sounded as sheepish as if she’d been caught doing something wrong.
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