However, he was rational and mature. Given his age and experience, he knew that their relationship couldn’t continue like this. Not to mention the moral issues, with his status as a married man, their love could never bring happiness to Chu Ao. So, he could only withdraw.
“Chu Ao, you’re too young, and I no longer have the qualifications for romance. So,” he frowned, “we can’t continue like this…”
“Chu Ao stood stunned, bitterness growing in her heart.
Seeing her desperate eyes, Gu Yanzhi felt a painful twist in his chest. But he turned away in silence.
As he reached the door, Chu Ao suddenly rushed over. Before Gu Yanzhi could react, she tightly embraced him. He struggled, “Little Ao, don’t do this…”
But Chu Ao didn’t let go. She stood on tiptoe and unexpectedly kissed him, knocking their teeth together and causing him to groan. Taking advantage of this moment, she deepened the kiss, passionately kissing him with her eyes fixed on his surprised gaze.
Gu Yanzhi was bewildered. He hadn’t expected Chu Ao to be so bold. “Girl, you’re playing with fire!” He broke free from her, his breath uneven.
“I know that being with you feels warm and happy!” she panted, her face flushed and eyes sparkling. At this moment, she radiated beauty. This satisfied beauty made Gu Yanzhi’s rationality, reservations, and sense of morality collapse. He pulled her into his arms and deeply kissed her red lips.
This kiss was lingering, entangled, almost suffocating.”
This kiss completely drew them into the whirlpool of love, destined to be hurt by love and endure the torment, struggle, and pain of a moth to a flame.
That’s why people say that the poison of love is actually harder to quit than heroin. Because heroin can only destroy your body, but the poison of love can destroy everything!
Opening the computer to go online, Yun Lei’s QQ avatar was lit up, but she suddenly lacked the courage to face her. She nervously set her invisible status. Looking at Yun Lei’s carefree laughing avatar, she became distracted. If she were to find out about her relationship with Gu Yunzhi, would she still consider her a friend? She would probably despise and look down on her. Chu Yue forced a bitter smile.
Sighing, she casually opened a webpage and saw this text: Marry a thirty-seven-degree man!
A thirty-seven-degree man should have a sincere attitude; if you always play smart tricks, how can your woman trust you? A thirty-seven-degree man should have the courage to act; if you’re like a cripple shouting from a seated position or a scholar only good at theoretical discussions, how can a woman rely on you? A thirty-seven-degree man should have a romantic cell, because life is too dry and needs romantic elements as a seasoning. But not too romantic, because everyone knows that being constantly romantic can’t be used as bread. A thirty-seven-degree man should have a certain grace; if you lack grace, no matter how good your character or how noble your heart, you’ll struggle to touch a woman’s heart. A thirty-seven-degree man may not be the cream of the crop, but thirty-seven degrees is so close to body temperature, so warm, and such a man is the most likely to make a woman feel at ease, worry-free, and relaxed. Overall, a thirty-seven-degree man has five labels: One: career-driven but not a workaholic; Two: slightly handsome but not drop-dead gorgeous; Three: has some money but not a millionaire; Four: romantic but not overly so; Five: good-tempered but not spineless! So, a woman’s task is: find a thirty-seven-degree man, create a thirty-seven-degree man.
What fierce writing! It instantly stunned Chu Yue. In this way, Gu Yunzhi could be considered a true thirty-seven-degree man.
She excitedly pressed the answer button.
“What are you doing?” Gu Yunzhi’s voice was gentle.
Hearing the sound of him driving, Chu Yue glanced at the text on the computer screen, “Wondering if you’re really a thirty-seven-degree man!”
“Hm?” He sounded puzzled. Chu Yue laughed and read the text to him. Gu Yunzhi also laughed, “So, do you think I am?”
“Well, probably.” He chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the phone listening to Chu Yue’s sweet laughter. Happiness seemed to overwhelm him. How could he miss her so much after just a short while apart?
Returning home, it was past midnight. In the bedroom, Song Yunhua was still awake, leaning against the headboard reading. Gu Yunzhi casually glanced over, surprised to see the large characters “Hong Zhuang” on the cover. He hadn’t expected her to find this book from his drawer!
Seeing his strange expression, Song Yunhua raised the book, “Shen Chuye! An obscure little writer, a novel full of nonsensical, sentimental writing!” Her mouth curved with a hint of mockery, “I didn’t expect your taste to become so vulgar!” She looked at him strangely, “You read this kind of street-level writing that deceives young girls?”
Gu Yunzhi’s face darkened, calmly saying, “As you said, such a vulgar street novel is indeed not suitable for you to read. Please return it.” He took the book from Song Yunhua’s hand and turned to walk out of the bedroom.
Song Yunhua was stunned, her expression inexplicable.
“By the way,” Gu Yunzhi turned back, his tone still calm, “If you want to enter my study in the future, please ask me first. Thank you!”
Song Yunhua’s face alternated between pale and flushed. Their studies were usually undisturbed, and if someone wanted to borrow a book or find materials, they had to ask first as a sign of respect. This rule was originally proposed by Song Yunhua herself, so now Gu Yunzhi was using her words against her, leaving her speechless. But suddenly finding such a soft, feminine novel among his shelves of business and management books was truly shocking. She remembered that since she’d known him, he never read such sentimental writing. So where did this book come from? Song Yunhua was curious.
In the study, Gu Yunzhi sat in his chair, staring blankly at the “Hong Zhuang” book on the desk. Returning from Chu Yue’s warm little room to this big house felt like moving between two worlds. He felt oppressed. To outsiders, he and Song Yunhua appeared to be a model couple, happy and successful.
Everyone around them admired that in an era where marriages often became stale after three years, they had maintained their marriage for eight years and still respected each other. But only they knew that this marriage was not as perfect as it seemed; in fact, they were just trying hard to maintain this perfect appearance.
The Appearance of Chu’e Accelerated This So-Called Perfect Imperfection
Chu’e’s appearance accelerated this so-called perfect imperfection. For Gu Yunzhi, perhaps it was a rebirth, but for Song Yunhua, perhaps it was a destruction. Therefore, Gu Yunzhi dared not easily take that step. He knew that divorce, such a thoroughly failed matter, for Song Yunhua who pursued perfection in everything and was at the peak of her career, was impossible. She would rather maintain this seemingly imperfect marriage than agree to a divorce.
Since that time when the window paper was pierced, tacitly, their dates were all held at Chu’e’s home. She never sent him text messages, nor did she easily call him. Although Song Yunhua, following the etiquette of a high-class woman, never checked his phone, she also did not want to bring him any trouble. Nor would she ask him for any promises. When he came, she was happy.
They would play chess together, cook together, and cuddle on the bed watching discs. When watching horror movies, she would burrow into his arms in fright. When he left, she would help him organize his clothes and then watch him drive away. Being with her, Gu Yunzhi was relaxed, joyful, and happy!
Love can make all rational, mature people irrational and immature. Even if it means flying into the fire like a moth, they would do so without hesitation.
