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Chapter 67: 67: Exposed_1

Ye Mengyan took Gu Yuanzhou’s coat and hung it on the coat rack.

Then, she brought out a bowl of hot ginger soup from the kitchen and handed it to Gu Yuanzhou.

“President Gu, drink this ginger soup. I added brown sugar. It can keep out the cold and warm you up to avoid catching a cold.”

Seeing Ye Mengyan and Gu Yuanzhou showing off their affection, I tactfully went to my own room.

My phone was vibrating, it was a message from Wenya…

“These were taken by Ding Yinuo with a drone last night, take a look!”

Drinking my tea, I opened the photos one by one.

The photos were taken on a mountaintop at nightfall, the dim light made them blurry.

As I scrolled through them, the last few were clear. They were of me from the night before.

Ding Yinuo must have been trailing me with the drone all along…

“Hmm, I see!”

Wenya then started to gossip,

“Ayun, I think! Ding Yinuo doesn’t seem as bad as you said before, I feel like he is quite responsible and seems to care about you a lot.”

I thought about it seriously. Indeed, recently Ding Yinuo has been quite helpful.

“He wasn’t that bad to begin with, he just enjoyed opposing me.”

“Have you ever considered why he is being so nice to you now?”

“Of course, I have. He simply wants to use me against Gu Yuanzhou.”

“Che, you and your stubbornness. Haven’t you thought that there could be another possibility?”

“No! Absolutely not…”

I knew what Wenya wanted to suggest, but such a possibility didn’t exist. I immediately shut her down.

The poison that Ding Yinuo gave me is still in my bag.

No matter how nice he is to me, he just wants to use me to harm Gu Yuanzhou.

I told this to Wenya.

However, Wenya disagreed,

“Then why don’t you act now?”

“There’s no rush. Let’s wait for the trial! It won’t be too late to take action after the verdict.”

Anyway, what I am doing now is making Gu Yuanzhou not suspect me.

Then we started talking about his plan to send Ye Mengyan to France, Wenya seemed even more anxious than me.

“What? He’s arranging for Ye Mengyan to go to France? Ayun, you should be alert, he’s planning to flee!”

“Flee?”

“Yes, first he’ll transfer Ye Mengyan to France, then through some channels, transfer his assets under Ye Mengyan’s name. Once the trial is over, he will escape to France, thereby evading legal punishment.”

“That’s not possible, is it?”

“Nothing is impossible. I’m just giving you a heads up, be careful!”

While I was chatting with Wenya, Gu Yuanzhou suddenly entered the room.

I was taken aback and quickly hung up the call.

“President Gu!”

Gu Yuanzhou merely stood at the doorway, with no intention to enter.

He looked around the room casually and asked, “Are you accustomed to living here?”

With an attitude like a superior inspecting a subordinate, I nodded naturally, “It’s great, it’s much better than the place I rented.”

“Please come upstairs!”

“Oh, okay!”

After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.

I know the Maple Mansion is not solely inhabited by Ye Mengyan.

Actually, Gu Yuanzhou also occasionally stays here. His room is on the upper floor.

There is a master bedroom and a small study, with a large terrace outside, furnished with a few pots of Aspidistra and a circle of sofas.

There are sunshades and glass walls on the terrace. Even in the rain, you cannot be obstructed by the view and on nights with stars, it is quite pleasant to have a drink and a heart-to-heart talk with someone.

For the past four years, since I’ve been pregnant with my second child, he has probably secretly spent countless times with Ye Mengyan here.

The thought made me feel a bit nauseous.

Upon not finding him in the bedroom, I was just about to check out the terrace.

But his voice floated out from the study.

“Over here!”

“Oh, okay!”

I headed into his study.

The study was small, with only a bookshelf against the wall, although the desk was quite large.

The room was adorned with the ‘Four Treasures of the Study’, besides some simple office supplies.

I bet he seldom works here…

To put it bluntly, this place is nothing more than a sham. It’s simply set up like a study.

“President Gu, what can I help you with?”

“Do you know how to write calligraphy?”

“Oh, I have some minor skills in it!”

“Then write a few characters for me to see!”

I couldn’t fathom why Gu Yuanzhou suddenly developed this taste for elegance. Ye Mengyan was heading to France, shouldn’t he be making better use of the time to have some intimate moments with her?

“Sure!”

He readied the ink, brush, and paper and then handed them to me.

“What characters would President Gu like me to write?”

“Why not craft a poem!”

As he watched the rain outside the window, he recited a poem by Li Qingzhao from his memory:

“The rain was heavy last night, and the wind was strong. I failed to sleep off the remaining effects of the wine. I asked the one who rolled up the curtain, ‘Is the begonia still there? Do you know? Do you know?’”

I was slightly taken aback, and an echo of this poem seemed to resonate somewhere in my memory, though I couldn’t recall where.

I jotted down the poem as he instructed.

“President Gu, what do you think of it?”

He came and stood behind me, looking at the characters I’d written with an inscrutable expression on his face,

“Your calligraphy is quite impressive!”

“So-so, my family forced me to practice it when I was a child.”

“Oh, sign it with your name.”

“Sure!”

I wrote it down in one go.

During elementary school, my calligraphy had won numerous awards. Writing a few characters was certainly no issue.

As I finished writing and put down the brush, Ye Mengyan came upstairs and called us for dinner.

“Xiaoyun, Brother Gu, dinner is ready!”

“Alright!”

I didn’t want to linger around, so I rushed downstairs quickly.

Ye Mengyan and Gu Yuanzhou came downstairs shortly after.

The table was already laden with several small dishes and a pot of well-stewed soup. I must admit, Ye Mengyan’s cooking skills were quite exceptional.

The dishes made by her were colorful, aromatic, and tasted delicious.

Ye Mengyan quickly filled a bowl of chicken soup for Gu Yuanzhou,

“President Gu, your health has been off lately. Please have some more chicken soup.”

As Gu Yuanzhou sat down and picked up his chopsticks, he shot a meaningful glance at me.

“Do you know how to cook?”

I shook my head awkwardly,

“Sadly, I’ve never learned to cook in my life! The best I can manage is instant noodles!”

Indeed, as the heiress of the Song Family, I’ve always had a pampered and privileged upbringing.

We had several maids at my uncle’s luxurious house, so I had never needed to cook.

Even when I initially started dating Gu Yuanzhou, the only thing I could make was instant noodles.

Ye Mengyan, with a chuckle, picked up a shrimp, peeled off its shell, and put it in Gu Yuanzhou’s bowl,

“I wasn’t much of a cook either. But my mom always told me that a woman must master her cooking skills. Only then can she properly care for her man.”

“Yeah, cooking is indeed an essential skill to learn!”

I picked up my rice bowl, but had no appetite left. I knew Ye Mengyan had hidden intentions with her words, yet I didn’t want to refute them.

As I sat in between them, I began feeling like an uninvited guest.

Gu Yuanzhou was unusually silent; he didn’t say a word.

Only Ye Mengyan was talkative, dishing out food into Gu Yuanzhou’s bowl, while keeping me engaged in conversation.

Having rushed through my meal, while I went to keep the dishes in the kitchen, Ye Mengyan followed me in. She grabbed my hand and conspiratorially said, “Xiaoyun, why did you write Mrs. Gu’s name?”

“What do you mean by Mrs. Gu’s name?”

I was clueless and didn’t remember having done anything wrong.

Her face turned anxious,

“Don’t you know? Ever since Brother Gu lost his wife, he’s been pretty upset. Your deliberate choice to sign Mrs. Gu’s name under that poem would surely upset him!”

I broke into a cold sweat as soon as I heard this!

Only then, did I recall that when Gu Yuanzhou asked me to sign my name, I had instinctively written Song Yun!