Chapter 204

Chapter 204 - 204 197 Aphrodisiac Fragrance Reappears Who is Chapter 204: 197: Aphrodisiac Fragrance Reappears, Who is Affected? Chapter 204: 197: Aphrodisiac Fragrance Reappears, Who is Affected? Guan Sixing sat alone on a garden chair, his head bowed, looking unwanted.

Madam Tan felt pity.

“Baby.”

He looked up, “Has she left?”

“She’s left by car.”

This was Guan Sixing’s first romance.

It was also Madam Tan’s first time witnessing her son fall in love, and she was unskilled at it. She didn’t know how to comfort him, “Did you two have an argument?”

“She broke up with me.”

He appeared disheartened, his hands unconsciously scratching the chair, not knowing how many times he repeated the gesture, ruining the wooden chair as splinters dug into his fingers. There was little bleeding, but the splinters were deep, and he didn’t notice the pain, habitually repeating the movement.

Madam Tan’s heart ached to see him, “I’m sorry, baby, it was my fault, for coming to her house unannounced without warning.

Give me her number, and I will explain to her.”

He was listless, in the depths of being abandoned, “It’s not because of that, I lied to her.”

“What did you lie to her about?”

“I used a fake name to tell her I was a college student.” He looked at Madam Tan, his expression both helpless and bewildered, “Mom, can I go back to college? Can I change my name to Wang Shanxi?”

It seemed he didn’t love physics as much as he thought he did, because just now, while reflecting, he considered changing fields. If he didn’t switch, he would still be busy in the future, getting involved in many national weapons research projects, losing touch, unable to be with her.

If he truly changed fields, his grandfather might break his legs.

Let it be broken, he thought.

He looked earnestly at Madam Tan, hoping she would agree.

Madam Tan’s heart softened to mush, “If it’s what your girlfriend wishes, I have no objections, it’s just,” Madam Tan struggled to say it, but, “Baby, I don’t think that’s the issue.”

Guan Sixing understood, but he had no better solution.

He continued to pick at the wooden chair, new chips piercing his flesh, beads of blood appearing.

As the night deepened, the weather grew colder.

“Let’s go home.”

Uncle Liu, the driver, was already waiting at the villa’s gate.

Guan Sixing got into the car, “Uncle Liu, to Zhongnan Road.”

He didn’t want to go home; he wanted to go back to the rental house.

Madam Tan didn’t say anything, letting him have his way.

“Baby.”

When Guan Sixing was in a bad mood, he disliked interacting with people, becoming quite withdrawn.

Madam Tan didn’t want him to dwell on random thoughts, so she looked for a topic to talk about, “How did you meet Youyou?”

He looked outside, silent.

When he was sixteen, someone took him to the Jhiang Family; he couldn’t remember who, perhaps one of Gu Yihuan’s frivolous friends. Gu Yihuan always said he was a loner without friends, and when going to lively places, always dragged him along despite his reluctance, but Gu Yihuan was insistent.

That day was Jhiang Youyou’s celebration banquet for her academic advancement.

He found it too noisy inside and sat alone on the curbstone outside the villa, reading a college physics book. A backpack was tossed over the wall, and looking up, he saw Jhiang Youyou seated unladylike with her legs apart on top of the tall wall, clumsily trying to hold down her skirt blown by the wind.

Gu Yihuan’s friends said, “The fifth Miss Jhiang is unbelievably beautiful.”

He thought that must be the fifth Miss Jhiang, because she was very pretty, a hundred times more so than the antique vase his grandfather cherished most.

She glared at him, “What are you looking at?”

He lowered his head, turned a page of the book, even though he hadn’t finished the previous one.

She swiftly jumped down from the wall and stepped into a mud puddle. It had rained a few days earlier, and her leg was splashed with mud. She picked up her backpack and approached him.

“Hey, do you have any paper?”

He straightened his outstretched leg, placed the book on his knee, and tore the physics page he was reading to give to her.

She looked at him, somewhat speechless.

“Don’t you have any tissue?”

He shook his head.

She grudgingly accepted the page, bent over, and wiped the mud off her leg.

He glanced up briefly, saw the girl’s slender, fair legs, and the skin touched by the stiff paper turned red; he lowered his head again.

“Thanks.”

She crumpled the physics page into a ball and threw it in the trash, then walked away with her backpack.

That day, Jhiang Zhenghao wanted her to meet a wealthy son, saying that if he was suitable, they could settle it early, but she had just graduated from high school, so she pretended to have a stomachache and ran off.

Once she was far away.

Guan Sixing went to pick up the physics paper that had flown away.

*****

After eleven at night, Gu Yihuan received a call from Lady Tan Linglan.

“Hello, Auntie,” he said.

Madam Tan asked, “Do you have time right now?”

“Yes, what’s up?”

“Come to Zhongnan Road, and keep your cousin company.”

Were the cousins that close? Gu Yihuan often found Guan Sixing annoying, that little green tea who only knew how to read and do experiments.

“Why should I keep him company? What about his girlfriend?”

Madam Tan spoke gravely, “His girlfriend broke up with him.”

Another breakup?

Why are everyone’s love lives so fraught with difficulties?

Gu Yihuan’s thoughts wandered, “Auntie, it’s not because you played Cupid in reverse, is it?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, it’s because of other issues.” Madam Tan sounded anxious. “Stop beating around the bush, just go. I’m worried about him being alone.”

Gu Yihuan, with a tone of ‘alright, alright, no choice’: “Alright, nothing works in this family without me.”

Madam Tan: “...”

Gu Yihuan had always been a poor student.

Generally, parents don’t like poor students and tell their own children not to hang out with them, but Gu Yihuan was an exception.

He was quite likable.

Although he wasn’t good at studying, he was like a warm little cotton-padded jacket; although he would always be up to mischief, climbing roofs and trees, he was like a warm little cotton-padded jacket; even though he was quick-tempered and explosive at times, he was a warm little cotton-padded jacket; even though neither studying nor working were his strong suits, he was a warm little cotton-padded jacket.

Gu Yihuan didn’t go alone, he brought along Song Sanfang, whose experience with relationships was quite rich.

Song Sanfang drove fiercely, accelerating around bends, then suddenly slamming on the brakes—

Gu Yihuan’s head knocked against the back of the seat, and a perfume bottle on the rear window ledge, due to inertia, tumbled into a bag filled with beer.

It was the Aphrodisiac Fragrance that Gu Yihuan had obtained from Xie Shang for Song Sanfang, who, after using it, had carelessly left it in the car.

With his head knocked, Gu Yihuan exclaimed, “Can you even drive?”

“Then do you want to drive?” Song Sanfang yawned, clearly irritated at having been called out of the arms of his lover by Gu Yihuan.

Gu Yihuan: “I’m busy.”

He was busy messaging Guan Sixing.

Valley Mouth Singing God: [Pick up the phone!]

Valley Mouth Singing God: [Pick up the phone!!]

Valley Mouth Singing God: [Pick up the phone!!!]

The calls wouldn’t go through, it was maddening.

From the rearview mirror, Song Sanfang glanced and said, “Am I your driver? You sit in the back.”

Shamelessly, Gu Yihuan replied, “Yes, Driver Song, drive properly.”

Driver Song: “...”

They arrived at Guan Sixing’s place.

Gu Yihuan knocked on the door, “Guan Sixing.”

“Open the door.”

“Open up, open up, hurry and open up. Don’t hide there in silence; I know you’re home.”

He would keep knocking if the door wasn’t opened.

“Guan—” Sixing.

The door opened.

Guan Sixing, with furrowed brows and an incredibly upset look, said, “Don’t disturb the peace.”

Gu Yihuan squeezed past him, slipping in like an eel, looking around on the bed and floor, “What are you doing in here?” He hoped Sixing hadn’t given up on everything.

“Sleeping,” Guan Sixing said listlessly. “Why are you here?”

Gu Yihuan raised the bag of beer he was holding, “I’m here to teach you how to drink.”