Chapter 17: What’s Gotten Into You!

Wen Zhixia followed his gaze and, as expected, saw Gu Pingsheng, along with Zhao Fuhe standing beside him.

“Yes… Senior Wen,” Zhao Fuhe murmured, noticing Gu Pingsheng suddenly halt and spotting the woman turning towards the window. Her eyes flickered, but she wisely refrained from doing anything that might provoke speculation before Gu Pingsheng.

Gu Pingsheng strode purposefully towards Wen Zhixia, and Zhao Fuhe followed.

Before Wen Zhixia could speak, Zhang Zhiyan had already said, “Speak of the devil and the devil appears. I saw Gu always accompanied by a beauty that day, and today, here she is again.”

He was hinting to Wen Zhixia that the woman before them was the same one he had seen at Junyue.

Wen Zhixia’s expression faltered for a moment; she caught the scent of alcohol on Zhao Fuhe.

And at this hour, Gu Pingsheng should have been at the company.

“Zhang Zhiyan, I’ve warned you—stay away from her!” Gu Pingsheng said in a low voice.

Zhang Zhiyan paid no mind to his tone. “You worry too much, Gu. I’m merely having a meal with Zhixia—hardly compares to the envy of others seeing you with both old flames and new favorites at your side.”

He pushed a plate of new dishes toward Wen Zhixia with a smile. “Try this, it’s quite good.”

Wen Zhixia thanked him but didn’t eat; she had no appetite. Her eyes glanced at Zhao Fuhe.

She was recalling whether the woman she’d seen walking beside Gu Pingsheng earlier was indeed Zhao Fuhe.

Meeting her gaze, Zhao Fuhe smiled sweetly and introduced herself, “Senior Wen, I’m Zhao Fuhe.”

Wen Zhixia nodded faintly and looked at Gu Pingsheng. “Are you… finished with work?”

Had it been an hour since she left the office?

Her question made Gu Pingsheng pause, his eyes darkening.

Zhang Zhiyan sipped his tea with a mocking smile. “Zhixia, if you ask like this, Gu surely won’t have an easy answer. Rather than an invitation, a chance meeting is better. Gu, why don’t you and this young lady join us for dinner?”

Zhao Fuhe naturally looked to Gu Pingsheng for direction, but his attention remained fixed on Wen Zhixia.

And Wen Zhixia?

She calmly picked up some food and ate, chewing slowly, her movements graceful and poised, though she couldn’t taste anything. She didn’t look at Gu Pingsheng again.

“Try this,” Zhang Zhiyan said, placing another dish before her.

This time, Wen Zhixia took it.

Gu Pingsheng and Zhang Zhiyan’s gazes met in the air, the tension between them palpable.

The next moment, Gu Pingsheng abruptly pulled Wen Zhixia from her seat.

Wen Zhixia frowned. “Gu Pingsheng, let go!”

Zhao Fuhe hadn’t expected Gu Pingsheng to act so boldly in front of everyone. “Senior…”

Zhang Zhiyan wasn’t surprised at all by Gu Pingsheng’s actions; whenever Wen Zhixia was involved, his so-called younger brother always seemed to react as if someone had trespassed on forbidden territory.

Brother? Gu Pingsheng would probably never accept that title in his life.

“Gu Pingsheng, release me!” Wen Zhixia demanded.

Gu Pingsheng held her hand tightly, dragging her to the car, ignoring Zhao Fuhe’s calls behind them.

Bang—

The car door slammed shut. Gu Pingsheng pressed her against the car, his face grim. “Why are you entangled with him again?!”

Wen Zhixia was trapped between the car door and his chest, her arms braced against him. “Let me go first.”

Let go? To let her be with Zhang Zhiyan?

“Wen Zhixia, don’t even think about it!” He gripped her chin, his thin lips covering hers, his hand clamped around her neck, intent on stealing every breath, wanting her to be intoxicated and lost in him.

His hold was so tight her breathing became labored, yet he showed no sign of letting go. With no other option, she feigned compliance, then bit his lip hard. The taste of blood spread between them, and only then did Gu Pingsheng release her.

Blood welled at the torn corner of his mouth; he wiped it, feeling the sting.

Wen Zhixia pushed him away. “What’s gotten into you?!”