Lady Gu Is Too Weak To Fend For Herself Chapter 5
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Gu Zheng's status truly surpassed Qiao Xi's wildest guesses. She'd only just reached Li City a short while back. Though aware that Li City's folks were not ones to cross, she never imagined the fellow she ran into possessed such a background, sparking a massive mistake.
Following a brief hush, Qiao Xi steadied her nerves and tapped her phone several times.
Qiao Rou's miscarriage issue wouldn't wrap up simply from some sharp words. The Qiao family would strike back later, and…
Qiao Xi curled her lips into a sneer. She refused to buy that Qiao Rou had truly been expecting.
Gu family offspring held far greater value than Qiao Corporation shares. A scheming sort like Qiao Rou surely grasped that fact.
While Qiao Xi handled her tasks, Gu Zheng stayed occupied too. The pair sat quietly in the rear seat, tending to their individual affairs.
Through the rearview mirror, the driver sneakily watched and noticed that despite being unknowns to each other, they oddly paired up well…
The driver chuckled to himself and shook his head. Was he really deeming this daring lady a fit for his young master? Madness.
Silence filled the ride as the vehicle smoothly entered the underground parking. Qiao Xi let out a yawn, grabbed her bag, and trailed Gu Zheng leisurely after stepping out.
Her mind wandered to ways she might savor Gu Zheng's fingertip once more…
Ding.
The fingerprint lock clicked open, yet Gu Zheng lingered outside. He nodded his chin toward Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi, “???”
Gu Zheng said, “Record your fingerprint.”
“Oh.”
Once inside, Gu Zheng guided Qiao Xi on a quick walkthrough of the villa. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere throughout, lost in who-knows-what schemes.
Gu Zheng let out an exasperated chuckle.
Glancing at the clearly distracted Qiao Xi, he spun around and led her to the third floor.
Unlike the lower levels, the third floor felt more open and luminous. Besides the gym, just a single room occupied the space.
Suddenly, Gu Zheng inquired, “What if you took this room?”
Qiao Xi scanned it casually. Spacious quarters with a balcony awaited, black-and-gray tones imposing yet not gloomy.
Yet…
A man's jacket draped over a chair, a masculine watch sat on the nightstand, and a finance tome lay on a nearby table.
“This is your room? I’m staying with you?”
“Why? You’re not willing? Don’t forget that we’ve already registered our marriage. How can newlyweds sleep in separate rooms?”
Qiao Xi froze for a moment.
Right away, she seized Gu Zheng's hand and drew it to her lips.
Stunned by her move, Gu Zheng instinctively tried pulling away. Qiao Xi glanced up sharply. “Why are you hiding? Isn’t it normal for newlyweds to kiss?”
All along, she'd pondered how to taste his fingers anew. She'd overlooked their marriage registration, granting her free rein to touch!
Without waiting for his reply, Qiao Xi flicked her tongue out to lap at his fingertip.
A tongue's feel differed from lips, of course. Lips brought warmth and softness; a tongue delivered wetness.
The moment her tongue met his fingertip, numbness shot through Gu Zheng's body!
In that split second, a jolt like electricity exploded from the contact point, racing to his scalp and surging everywhere!
Qiao Xi confirmed it now—Gu Zheng's fingertip tasted genuinely sweet!
Clutching his hand, she stroked it repeatedly. Her face stayed neutral, but her bright eyes sparkled intensely, betraying her delight.
Her spirits soared, but Gu Zheng's plummeted.
He'd merely floated the idea of sharing the room to toy with her, only for it to rebound spectacularly.
With a firm tug, Gu Zheng yanked his hand free, muttered for her to settle in as she liked, then bolted downstairs.
Qiao Xi propped against the railing, eyeing his retreat to the second-floor study with a pout, before turning into the master bedroom.
…
Be it work demands or dodging Qiao Xi, Gu Zheng holed up in the study all afternoon.
By five o'clock, Qiao Xi clutched her rumbling belly and descended.
Just then, the villa door beeped open from without. A poised middle-aged woman in a black suit stepped inside, standing roughly three meters from Qiao Xi.
She eyed Qiao Xi up and down carefully. Lifting her chin high, she sneered with contempt, “Though I have no clue how you managed to enter this villa, I’m granting you three seconds to leave. Don’t force me to say it again.”
Just how many threats had come her way by this point?
Qiao Xi quietly pondered in her heart whether she truly seemed like a pushover…
The moment the middle-aged woman showed up, the villa maids froze in place, too scared to step forward. Once she spotted them, the woman shot them a fierce glare and snapped harshly, “Why are you all just standing around idly?! You allow some random woman to intrude into the villa without a care? What good are you if Young Master is even paying you?!”