roccoschili Chapter 227 The Desire of the Heart
Chapter 227 The Desire of the Heart
Li Zhanchuan's persistence
The night was deep, and moonlight filtered through the treetops outside the villa, casting dappled shadows. Li Zhanchuan's car slowly pulled up in front of Lin Chuyue's house. He didn't get out immediately, but leaned back in the driver's seat, his deep gaze fixed on the lights outside the door through the car window.
His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, a slow but powerful rhythm, like the echo of a beating heart. He was aware of his own emotions, emotions that were no longer as impulsive and fiery as in his youth, but rather like a long-dormant undercurrent, silent yet impossible to ignore.
He had always known what he wanted; he just hadn't broken through that hidden restraint before. But now, he wasn't going to wait any longer.
He would no longer wait for her to take the initiative, nor for the so-called "right time." He wanted to control his emotions, just as he had always done in the business world.
Li Zhanchuan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the faint smile Lin Chuyue gave him before getting out of the car tonight. That smile was elusive, like a night breeze brushing across a lake, calm yet subtly rippling.
He opened his eyes, his gaze resolute, and took out his phone to dial a number.
The phone was answered after two rings, and the other party's voice was respectful and quick: "President Li."
"Check the recent cash flow of the Lin Group, and the projects she's currently negotiating." His tone was cold, exuding an unquestionable authority.
The other party was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered: "Understood, I will give you feedback as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Li Zhanchuan leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Since she was unwilling to take the initiative to get closer, he would take the initiative, whether in his career or in his relationship, he would no longer hesitate.
He wanted to stand beside her, instead of observing everything from a distance as before.
Lin Chuyue's decision
After returning to her apartment, Lin Chuyue went straight into the bathroom for a hot shower, then changed into a loose silk robe, sat down at her desk, and opened a document.
The warm light from the desk lamp fell on the documents and also illuminated her slightly tired face. She rubbed her temples, her gaze falling on a piece of data, her brows furrowing slightly.
Although Shen Fang has left, the hidden dangers she left behind have not been completely eliminated. There is still some unrest within the company, especially some financial loopholes, which she has to deal with carefully.
"Looks like we need to tighten things up a bit more." She murmured to herself, her long fingers tapping lightly on the document, a cold glint in her eyes.
Just then, her cell phone vibrated.
She picked it up casually and saw it was a text message.
—Li Zhanchuan: Let's have lunch together tomorrow at noon.
The few words were brief, the tone as direct as ever, without any further explanation.
Lin Chuyue stared at the screen for a few seconds, her fingers gently stroking the edge of the phone, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
Is this an invitation or an order?
She tapped her fingertip lightly and replied with a single word: "Okay."
She also wanted to see what this man was up to.
Gu Yanchuan's Awakening
Meanwhile, in the president's office of the Gu Group, Gu Yanchuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city lights in the night, his expression complex.
He held a cup of black coffee in his hand, the cup slightly hot, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.
He recalled Lin Chuyue's indifference towards him that evening, and a bitter sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
Perhaps, he has been deceiving himself all along.
He considered his feelings for Lin Chuyue to be a habit, an unfulfilled responsibility, but only now did he finally understand that what he cared about was never just that marriage contract.
However, he realized it too late.
He slowly closed his eyes, recalling Luo Yurou's smile, her gentleness, her determination, and even the occasional stubbornness she showed in front of him.
The heavy feeling in my heart seemed to finally ease a little.
After a moment, he sighed softly, slowly opened his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Perhaps, he really should let it go.
He picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and finally stopped at Luo Yurou's name.
He hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the dial button.
The call was quickly answered, and Luo Yurou's voice was light and cheerful: "President Gu?"
Gu Yanchuan looked out the window, his tone unusually gentle: "Do you have time? Let's have a meal together."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft chuckle: "Okay."
He paused for a moment, then smiled.
At that moment, he finally made his decision.
This was not just an invitation, but a turning point in his life.