Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 94 - 94 94 Might Be Sick

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Might Be Sick Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Might Be Sick Gu Jiaheng finished speaking, and neither Song Ye nor Lady Song said anything, only continuing to drink their tea.

The atmosphere was very calm, yet it made Gu Jiaheng feel an oppressiveness and suffocation that left him gasping for air.

Song Ye finally finished his tea and placed the cup on the tea table.

The sound of the teacup touching the table made Gu Jiaheng sit up straight.

Song Ye smiled kindly, “As for the incident that day, what’s past is past. We haven’t taken it to heart. Xingyu isn’t a petty person, and afterwards, we didn’t hear him mention it again.”

“Yes, Xingyu has always been magnanimous, and definitely hasn’t taken it to heart.” Song Ye’s words made Gu Jiaheng break out in a cold sweat.

It was as if anyone who brought up the incident was implying that Song Xingyu wasn’t generous enough.

“It’s really unfortunate to have you come all this way just for this matter, I’m sorry,” Song Ye apologized instead.

Gu Jiaheng didn’t know how to respond, but he knew that someone like Director Song, the more polite and meticulous they were, the more impenetrable they became, treating him like an outsider.

Lady Song also smiled as she put down her teacup, “Seeing you come all this way so formally, those who don’t know might think that Xingyu has caused some trouble again.”

“That’s not the case, not at all.”

“Since it isn’t, then that’s for the best. It’s getting late, I won’t keep you any longer.” Song Ye picked up his teacup again, this time signaling that the visit was over.

Gu Jiaheng had no choice but to stand up, still wanting to give his gift.

Song Ye said, “Xingyu is all grown up. What kind of friends he wants to make and what thoughts he has are all his own business. We won’t interfere. You can go back.”

Gu Jiaheng picked up on his implicit meaning—Song Xingyu could be friends with Gu Jiashun, but if Gu Jiaheng wanted to use that friendship for some purpose, then he need not bother.

Gu Jiaheng left the Song household with uneven steps.

He lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag to calm his nerves.

Just then, two cars drove up. Song Xingyu, Four-Eyes, and Gu Jiashun got out of the cars, laughing and joking.

The Song family’s cars were there to take everyone home, with the Song family’s house being the closest, so Song Xingyu was dropped off first.

Jiang Zhe, Xiao Meng, and Xia Enci were all there.

Gu Jiaheng caught sight of Jiang Zhe; she stood out in the crowd, impossible to ignore.

Why had she come? Did she know he was here and made a special trip?

Gu Jiaheng snuffed out his cigarette.

Jiang Zhe stayed in the car, idly playing with her phone, looking a bit bored.

Song Xingyu came over to instruct the driver to ensure their safe return.

“Mind your own business, don’t worry about us,” said Jiang Zhe, waving her hand.

“Let me know when you’ve arrived. Since I asked you out, of course, I have to make sure you get back safely,” Song Xingyu insisted.

Gu Jiaheng walked toward Jiang Zhe’s position.

Jiang Zhe’s eyes and eyebrows appeared cold, and though she seemed indifferent, Gu Jiaheng somehow felt she had come for him.

“Jiang Zhe,” he approached, “May I speak with you for a moment?”

Jiang Zhe didn’t answer. To some extent, she especially disliked being addressed this way, which superficially seemed like seeking permission, but in reality, it implied the speaker had already decided to proceed regardless.

Even if she responded that it wasn’t possible, the other party would turn a deaf ear and continue doing as they pleased.

Gu Jiaheng seized the opportunity to hand over the item he was holding, “Didn’t you like this figurine before? I’ve brought it for you, as a gift. I remember last time you looked at it for quite a while.”

This time, he had specifically carried it with him, and had even had the box custom-made, believing with certainty that Jiang Zhe would not refuse.

Jiang Zhe said to Xia Enci, “Enci, close the car door.”

Her seat was on the inside, making it inconvenient to close the door.

Xia Enci immediately closed the door.

Gu Jiaheng’s hand froze in place as he watched the car door being closed and then the vehicle started, driving away from him.

He couldn’t understand, what was Jiang Zhe playing at this time.

She had specifically asked him about this figurine before, and during one visit he made to the Jiang Family, Jiang Zhe had looked at it for quite a while.

But even then, she was cold and distant, and although Gu Jiaheng had intended to give her the figurine, Jiang Fanyue also liked it. Being considerate and thorough, she inquired about it, so he didn’t give the item to Jiang Zhe.

This time, when he remembered, he specifically wanted to find an opportunity to give it to Jiang Zhe, but she outright refused him!

And in such a way!

“Brother, let’s go back,” Gu Jiashun came over and saw the scene.

In the car, Xia Enci asked with confusion, “This Gu Jiaheng, isn’t he nearly engaged to Jiang Fanyue? Why is he still coming to bring you things?”

“He might be sick,” Jiang Zhe seriously said; otherwise, she couldn’t explain such an abrupt action.

Because she looked at that figurine a few extra times nearly ten years ago, now he’s bringing it to give to her?

Xia Enci laughed softly, “Do you really like that figurine?”

Xiao Meng, as if remembering something, said, “I remember, many years ago at our orphanage, there was a kid who liked that figurine, but it was sold out everywhere, and of course, we didn’t have the money to buy it. It was Xiaozhe who memorized what the figurine looked like and made one herself for that kid.”

This was the reason why Jiang Zhe kept looking at the figurine back then.

It had nothing to do with whose figurine it was; her interest was in the figurine itself, and it had absolutely nothing to do with Gu Jiaheng.

Jiang Zhe could now recall the incident only because it was related to her own past.

The car quickly arrived at the entrance to the No.1 Middle School, right when evening self-study was ending, surrounded by students. It wasn’t strange for Jiang Zhe and the others to get off and return.

As soon as Jiang Zhe got out of the car, she saw a familiar Lincoln parked not far away.

Qin Jingchen was standing by the car door, dressed in a rare dark formal suit, which made his already striking features even more captivating.

The line of his jaw was bright and distinct under the flickering streetlights.

Xiao Meng whispered to Jiang Zhe, “We’ll go in first and wait for you, okay?”

Jiang Zhe nodded and walked toward Qin Jingchen with her long legs.

Qin Jingchen handed her the box of fruit he was holding and slightly raised his eyebrows, “Working on problems?”

Jiang Zhe took the fruit box and unusually explained, “It’s Song Xingyu’s birthday.”

Qin Jingchen’s teeth touched his cheek, and Jiang Zhe asked, “Do you want me to do it for you now?”

“No need,” Qin Jingchen adjusted the collar of her open school uniform for her, as the weather was getting cold and the night wind was biting. She was even cold in between, “You better go back and rest early.”

“Okay,” Jiang Zhe, carrying the fruit box, turned and left.

A cool breeze blew, leaving a trace of warmth where it touched her neck.

It wasn’t until her figure completely disappeared that Qin Jingchen sat back in the car.

Fen Ye had become so numb with shock, just because of one message from Jiang Zhe, Qin Jingchen had canceled a meeting halfway through and hurried over here. Fen Ye thought he would at least stay a few more minutes.

But the two of them didn’t even spend a full minute together before Qin Jingchen was back in the car.