Chapter 62: The Demeanor of a Bigshot

Chapter 62: The Demeanor of a Bigshot

"If you understand this, I can release you immediately," Lu Yi said respectfully.

Lu Xiwei raised her eyes and sneered, "Do I dare not understand?"

Lu Yi smiled slightly, "As long as Miss Xiwei understands. Release her."

"Yes." A bodyguard immediately stepped forward to untie the ropes.

With a cold face, Lu Xiwei tore the ropes from her body, threw them heavily onto the ground, and strode out.

...

Lu Chengzhou's courtyard.

A small three-room villa comprising a study, a bedroom, and a living room.

All of them were quite spacious.

The man pushed open the bedroom door.

The entire room was a clean and orderly palette of black and white, exuding a strong aura of abstinence, much like Lu Chengzhou himself.

"Go to bed and sleep for a while." Lu Chengzhou motioned with his chin toward the dark-colored bed.

Gu Mang pressed her lips together, her clear and bright eyes falling upon the black leather sofa, and said in a low voice, "I'll sleep on the sofa. Let me know when the old lady wakes up, and I'll go check on her again."

Lu Chengzhou did not force her. He took a blanket from the cabinet and handed it to her, saying, "It's new."

"Thank you." Gu Mang placed her thermos cup on the coffee table, took the blanket, and turned to walk toward the sofa.

She shook out the blanket, lay down on her side facing outward, and closed her eyes.

Watching the girl's natural movements, the corners of Lu Chengzhou's lips curled up involuntarily.

The girl's long, dense eyelashes cast a shadow beneath her slightly bruised-looking eyes, and her skin was very fair.

Beautiful.

Lu Yi walked to the bedroom door and happened to see his boss staring at Miss Gu.

Unwilling to disturb his boss's appreciation of beauty,

he was about to leave quietly.

Lu Chengzhou turned his head. Lu Yi paused his motion, watching the man walk out with one hand in his pocket and softly pull the door closed.

Lowering his voice respectfully, Lu Yi reported, "Young Master Lu, the matter with Miss Xiwei has been handled. Dr. Yu has expelled her from his lineage."

Darkness and frost were wrapped in the depths of Lu Chengzhou's pitch-black eyes. "From now on, Lu Xiwei is not allowed anywhere near the old lady."

Lu Yi: "Yes."

After a silence of two seconds, Lu Chengzhou gave another instruction, "Have the kitchen prepare some food, something on the sweeter side."

Lu Yi's eyelid twitched slightly. "Yes."

What was going on? Was his boss actually getting serious?

...

She did not know how long she had slept.

Gu Mang opened her eyes and slowly sat up. The blanket slipped from her body, and she grabbed it and placed it on the sofa.

Opposite her, Lu Chengzhou was half-reclining against the bed with his eyes closed.

It was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or not.

Gu Mang pinched the corner of her eye, walked lightly to the balcony, took a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and held it between her lips.

Leaning sideways against the white carved railing, she took out her phone, opened a game, and started a match.

The girl's shoulder-length hair hung lazily behind her, and her profile was half-concealed in the wisps of smoke, appearing and disappearing, exuding a touch of mystery.

Her brows and eyes were lowered, looking casual and carefree.

And rather cold and ruthless.

Lu Chengzhou watched quietly like this. He had seen plenty of women smoke.

Only Gu Mang appeared both pure and captivating.

He had no idea what kind of madness had seized him that day when he heard she and Lu Yang were going to the mall and assumed they were on a date.

With Gu Mang like this, Lu Yang probably didn't even count as a younger brother in her eyes.

A giant baby was more like it.

Suddenly, the girl raised her eyes and looked over slowly.

Her clean, pure eyes were as calm as a cold pool, dark and profound, carrying a bone-chilling coldness tinged with a wicked charm in the depths of her gaze.

Lu Chengzhou's gaze paused for a fraction of a second, and then he smiled from afar.

Gu Mang raised her eyebrows slightly, leaned over to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray, put away her phone, and walked back into the bedroom with an air of nonchalance.

Every single movement of hers reeked of unbridled arrogance and wicked charm.