Chapter 40

Chapter 40 - 40 039 Fourth Brother was bewitched by a little Chapter 40: 039: Fourth Brother was bewitched by a little demoness! (Second update) Chapter 40: 039: Fourth Brother was bewitched by a little demoness! (Second update) The formal jacket was carelessly held in his hand, and he didn’t mind at all that the expensive fabric was brushing against the ground’s dust, “Ready to go back?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not easy to hail a cab here.”

Wen Changling glanced at her phone, with no one accepting her ride request.

Xie Shang made a call, “Kaiyun, lend me your car.”

Gu Kaiyun agreed.

Then the call ended.

“Have you been drinking?”

Xie Shang said, “No.”

Wen Changling turned off the ride-hailing app and quietly waited.

It wasn’t long before Gu Kaiyun arrived.

He saw Wen Changling and simply nodded his head, his gaze polite, without any unnecessary probing. He handed the car keys to Xie Shang, “Xiao Huan seemed to have something to ask of you, won’t you wait for him?”

“Let him contact me by phone,” Xie Shang located the car, parked a bit far away, “I’m leaving first.”

He glanced at Wen Changling, signaling her to follow.

Gu Kaiyun’s car was exceptionally low-key among the diverse array of luxury cars, with a pure black leather interior and not a single garish thing inside.

Xie Shang first opened the back door of the car.

Before boarding, Wen Changling expressed her thanks, “Sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all, it’s on my way.”

*****

Gu Yihuan arrived half an hour late with Guan Sixing. The reason for their tardiness was that Gu Yihuan insisted on driving the car with a low undercarriage, but given his driving skills weren’t up to par, they ended up scratching the paint along the way.

Refusing to continue, they had to head back and switch cars.

Guan Sixing gave him the cold shoulder all the way.

Gu Yihuan was also displeased, “Don’t you always dislike these kinds of gatherings?”

“I do dislike them.”

Then don’t show up, acting all irritated when hitching a ride.

Gu Yihuan sarcastically teased him, “Is the sun rising from the west today?”

“I’m here to see someone.”

Guan Sixing stood still, scanning the area, searching for someone.

Gu Yihuan was the most curious, “Who?”

“Not telling you.”

Guan Sixing walked ahead, leaving Gu Yihuan far behind.

Gu Yihuan glared at him, “Who wants to know.” He turned his head and went the other way.

These two had incompatible vibes.

Gu Yihuan found Guan Sixing too old-fashioned and lacking in romance, always immersed in the research institute, turning himself dull. Guan Sixing found Gu Yihuan knew nothing but pleasure seeking, empty-headed, ignorant and rash. In summary, they didn’t get along.

Yet both were good friends with Xie Shang.

Gu Kaiyun was at a less crowded table, not drinking, not dancing, not playing with his phone, just sitting there with a glass of water next to him.

“Brother.” Gu Yihuan approached, “Where’s Fourth Brother?”

“He left.”

“Didn’t he say he would wait for me?”

“He left with a girl.”

“A girl?!” Gu Yihuan panicked and blurted out, “Which little witch is seducing him now!”

Gu Kaiyun frowned, “Xiao Huan, mind your words.”

Gu Kaiyun and Gu Yihuan had personalities as different as heaven and earth. Gu Yihuan was the eternally immature kid, while Gu Kaiyun was like an old prude who acted eighty at the age of eighteen.

The old prude had a handsome face, good demeanor and posture, and just sitting there was like a painting of a gentle breeze and bright moon.

“Tell me, who is the girl who took Fourth Brother away?”

“Mind your own business.”

Gu Kaiyun was always tight-lipped, one of the few gentlemen who knew when to speak and when to be silent.

*****

As the Birthday Boy, Jhiang Youyou was led by her father to toast with everyone, casting a wide net, intent on not missing any potential suitors. Her father’s idea was this: In this pool of golden sons-in-law, they were bound to reel in one.

“Jhiang Youyou.”

Someone was calling her, and she looked over with wide eyes.

A person was standing by the palm trees.

Jhiang Youyou couldn’t see clearly, squinting her drunken eyes, “Who are you?”

The person came closer, tall.

Who is that? She didn’t recognize him and thought he might be one of the potential sons-in-law that Jhiang Zhenghao had in mind. Thus, she drunkenly inquired of the young talent, “Does your family own mines? Coal mines won’t do, I want gold mines, diamond mines, jade mines. If not, don’t talk to me, I’m a woman who intends to marry into a wealthy family.”

She was drunk, spouting nonsense.

After her jumbled speech, she kicked off her high heels, stepped onto a garden chair, hugged her knees with both hands and looked up, unsure whether she was gazing at the street lamps or the moonlight.

Guan Sixing sat at the other end of the chair, “You haven’t had a drink with me yet.”