Accidentally Married to the Big Shot-Chapter 125 - : Let Him Take Responsibility for You
Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Let Him Take Responsibility for You
Su Meixi had already gone upstairs, while Qiu Wenyin was sulking alone downstairs.
Qiu Yurou noticed Zhou Yuan and Gu Cheng sitting together. Although there was over a decade age difference between them, they didn’t look mismatched. Gu Cheng was handsome, and Zhou Yuan was youthful and beautiful, making them somewhat resemble a domineering CEO and his delicate wife.
Qiu Yurou thought that being younger was better, easier to manipulate, less cunning.
So she called out to Qiu Wenyin, “You go back to your room first.”
“Auntie, aren’t we supposed to stay up together for the New Year?”
“Why don’t we go upstairs to play? There’s a cinema room where we can watch the Spring Festival Gala.”
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“What’s so good about that?”
“Then just watch whatever you like, you can even choose horror movies if you want,” Qiu Yurou hinted with a few glances, and Qiu Wenyin finally understood.
It was to create a chance for Gu Cheng and Zhou Yuan.
But those two didn’t seem to match at all. Big cousin is mature and stable, while Zhou Yuan is sharp-tongued, hardly any common ground, what is auntie thinking?
Ah, both cousins are pretty miserable—one married someone mismatched, and the other is being set up by his mother to trick a younger girl.
After the others had left, only Gu Cheng and Zhou Yuan remained in the living room.
Usually, people watched the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve. Gu Cheng switched the TV to the gala and then watched quietly.
Neither of them spoke, but Zhou Yuan unconsciously moved closer to him.
She was giggling silently.
This was New Year’s Eve, watching the Spring Festival Gala with Gu Cheng, a strangely wonderful feeling.
She took out her phone and, while Gu Cheng wasn’t paying attention, sneakily snapped a selfie of them.
Gu Cheng had already noticed her actions. Just as she was about to send the photo to Mr. Zhou, Gu Cheng said, “Don’t post it on ‘Moments’.”
Zhou Yuan awkwardly laughed, “No, I wouldn’t. I’m just beautifying the photo.”
Gu Cheng knew Zhou Yuan loved to post on ‘Moments,’ everything she ate, everything she saw throughout the day.
But he didn’t know that Zhou Yuan’s ‘Moments’ were visible only to him.
They continued watching the Spring Festival Gala.
It was a comedy sketch now, and Zhou Yuan laughed until her stomach hurt.
But looking up, she met Gu Cheng’s puzzled gaze.
Is it that funny?
It all looked the same. Someone couldn’t make it home for the Spring Festival, met a warm-hearted person, solved a problem together, then made dumplings together.
Zhou Yuan hurriedly explained, “I usually go on vacation over the New Year, I’ve never watched this, this is my first time, it feels somewhat funny, don’t you think?”
“Not really,” Gu Cheng rarely responded with a few words.
He had been wanting to leave, but since his mother had asked him to stay with the guests, he couldn’t go.
Indeed, he was a well-behaved, obedient son.
After the sketch, there were song and dance performances.
Zhou Yuan enjoyed watching the show, the Spring Festival Gala invited some popular stars to perform, some of whom she recognized.
But Gu Cheng found it increasingly dull. These stars, looking handsome and festively dressed, full of energy, these vibrant actors didn’t perform anything relevant to the youth, instead, they all sang about family joy.
It’s not that they couldn’t sing about family joy, let the older artists do that, younger people should perform things that the youth enjoys, he couldn’t believe these young stars usually sang these kinds of songs.
Although Zhou Yuan found the songs unappealing, she wasn’t there just for the music; she was there to see her idols.
After a few songs, she looked at Gu Cheng again, only to find him asleep.
His head rested against the couch, his large hands folded over his knees, even his sleeping posture exuded a sense of nobility.
Zhou Yuan saw this, quickly turned down the TV volume, then leaned closer to look at him.
Although he was nearly 38, his skin was still tight, his face smooth, his eyebrows thick, his nose prominent, his lips slightly thin, his neck slender…
From head to toe, Zhou Yuan thought the man before her was extremely handsome.
She gently called out, “Brother Cheng.”
No response.
Zhou Yuan suddenly had an idea: she wanted to spend the night with Gu Cheng!
The sofa they were sitting on was adjustable. Just by pressing a button gently, the back of the sofa would slowly recline, and the front section of the seat would extend upward, transforming it into a makeshift bed.
When she laid Gu Cheng down, he didn’t react.
Zhou Yuan then slowly lied down beside him.
She didn’t turn off the TV; that way, it would seem as if they had both accidentally fallen asleep.
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At 4 a.m., Gu Cheng woke up.
His biological clock had awakened him.
His ascent to becoming one of Feng City’s most outstanding young entrepreneurs wasn’t due to talent alone.
A great basketball player once said, “Have you seen New York at four in the morning?”
Success in a career often demands time, and Gu Cheng was such a person. He adhered to a very regular schedule, sleeping before 10 p.m. each night, waking up at 4 a.m., and napping for an hour at noon, sleeping a total of seven hours a day.
After waking up, he found the room’s lights on but dimmed to night mode.
The TV was still on, broadcasting commercials.
And next to him lay Zhou Yuan.
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Zhou Yuan’s sleeping posture was rather indecent; half her face was pressed against the couch, drooling, with one leg resting on his.
He moved a bit, and she seemed to feel it, but didn’t wake up; instead, she scratched her buttocks and continued sleeping.
He slightly furrowed his brow.
But after a while, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
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By the time Zhou Yuan woke up, it was already broad daylight.
She lay in bed for a while, then yawned and stretched lazily.
Something felt off about the bed, and she suddenly remembered—she was at the Gu Family’s house!
She hurriedly sat up only to find no sign of Gu Cheng, but Su Meixi, Qiu Yurou, and Qiu Wenyin were all sitting beside her.
The three of them were looking at her amusedly, as if she were a monkey at the zoo.
“Happy New Year, Yuanyuan,” Qiu Yurou greeted first.
“Aunt, happy New Year, where’s Brother Cheng?” Zhou Yuan couldn’t help asking.
“He left quite early.”
“About last night…” Zhou Yuan felt embarrassed, unsure if her little schemes had been exposed.
Qiu Yurou quickly said, “Last night, you both fell asleep on the couch, I came over in the middle of the night and saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn’t disturb you.”
“Really sound asleep, huh?” Zhou Yuan awkwardly lowered her head.
Qiu Yurou laughed again, “I even took photos of you two sleeping.”
“Really? Let me see.” Zhou Yuan was excited.
Qiu Yurou indeed showed her the photos and suggested, “Why don’t you send these to Gu Cheng, and make him take responsibility?”
“Ah?” Zhou Yuan looked at the photos; both were decently dressed, lying down just like two passengers who had fallen asleep next to each other on a high-speed train. How does that mean he should take responsibility?
