roccoschili Chapter 226 Undercurrents of Emotion
Chapter 226 Undercurrents of Emotion
Confrontation under the cover of night
Lin Chuyue sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the neon-lit street scene outside the window, her thoughts drifting away. The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and subtle. Li Zhanchuan was focused on driving, his long, slender fingers resting on the steering wheel, his knuckles clearly defined.
She turned her head and glanced at him. The man's profile was cold and hard, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his gaze was calm, with a hint of his usual restraint.
Neither of them spoke, and a quiet atmosphere filled the car.
Suddenly, the car came to a slow stop. Li Zhanchuan turned his head and his deep gaze fell on Lin Chuyue.
"We've arrived." His voice was deep, carrying the calm of the night.
Lin Chuyue nodded slightly, her hand on the doorknob, but she didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, she turned slightly to look at him: "You've brought me here, aren't you going to say anything more?"
Upon hearing this, Li Zhanchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers, as if he was pondering how to respond.
After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "If you'd like, you can stay in the car, and I'll take you for a drive."
Lin Chuyue paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "President Li, do you think the scenery at night is particularly worth appreciating?"
"It's really nice being with you." His tone was calm, but it revealed a seriousness that could not be ignored.
Lin Chuyue looked at him, their eyes met for a moment, and finally slowly released the doorknob: "No, I have work tomorrow."
Li Zhanchuan's gaze darkened slightly, but he did not press the matter further.
She got out of the car and stood under the streetlight, her shadow stretching long. She turned back and smiled gently at him, her voice soft: "Goodnight."
Li Zhanchuan watched her retreating figure, a hidden emotion flickering in his eyes, before finally uttering only two words: "Goodnight."
The headlights came on, and the vehicle slowly drove away, disappearing into the night.
Lin Chuyue stood there, watching the car drive away, a subtle mix of emotions welling up inside her.
She knew that Li Zhanchuan was testing her, and also getting closer to her. And she... did not resist.
Gu Yanchuan's confusion
Meanwhile, in the president's office of the Gu Group, Gu Yanchuan sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface, his gaze fixed on a document on the table, but he didn't turn to it for a long time.
His thoughts drifted away.
After the engagement was broken off, he thought he would completely let go of Lin Chuyue, but as it turned out, things were far from that simple.
The scene at the banquet today, the way Li Zhanchuan stood up for Lin Chuyue, the tacit understanding between Lin Chuyue and him... made him inexplicably irritated.
He picked up the glass of red wine beside him and swirled it gently. The red liquid shimmered under the light, like an unfathomable game of chess.
"What are you thinking about?"
A gentle voice broke the silence.
He looked up and saw Luo Yurou standing at the door, holding a cup of tea. She gently placed it on his table, her eyes filled with tender concern: "Why aren't you resting so late?"
Gu Yanchuan snapped out of his thoughts and smiled faintly: "I'm used to it."
Luo Yurou sat down opposite him, looked at him quietly, and suddenly whispered, "Are you still hung up on her?"
Gu Yanchuan was slightly taken aback, looking at her intently.
Luo Yurou's voice was gentle yet firm: "Actually, you know very well in your heart that your feelings for Lin Chuyue are not love. But you have become accustomed to her presence, which is why you feel uncomfortable when she truly leaves your world."
Gu Yanchuan was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly: "You see things very clearly."
"Because I've been through it too." Luo Yurou sighed softly, her tone tinged with emotion.
Gu Yanchuan didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the red wine and took a small sip, looking at the night outside the window with a complicated expression.
Maybe she is right.
He should let it go.