Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 71 - 66.Red Rose

Ding-dong-dong~

The doorbell downstairs rang.

Guan Yongyi had just washed her face, wearing only a sky-blue nightgown, her cheeks flushed and dotted with water droplets, as slow notes drifted from the speaker in the room.

Being alone was truly a blissful thing.

Her body still unsettled by the alcohol, she wobbled towards the entrance in her slippers and was genuinely startled by the figure standing in the surveillance area.

Lu Jincheng?!

The man who had vanished for half an hour reappeared, reaching out to her upon sight.

"What, you’re back again?"

Guan Yongyi’s eyes widened.

"Here, the band-aid on your hand isn’t waterproof, so I went downstairs and bought a new box."

Lu Jincheng looked down at her with a smile playing on his lips.

"That was unnecessary. My hand’s already gotten wet."

Guan Yongyi pouted, yet she reached out to accept his kind gesture.

"It’s fine. After all, when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll still need to wash up."

The two stood facing each other by the door, too close to the hallway, their voices triggering the sound-activated light.

Suddenly, soft yellow light spread over them, Lu Jincheng in backlight, a filter casting its glow across his features.

Gazing at Lu Jincheng, who had come and gone then returned, the short-haired girl felt an inexplicable urge.

"Come in... have some water?"

"Sure."

The man raised his eyebrows.

The room was already somewhat tidy, courtesy of Guan Yongyi, and it held a modern decor with a touch of youthful warmth.

A familiar melody flowed to her ears, Eason Chan’s "Next Year, Today."

"To have met you in the span of life, I spent all my luck~"

He sat relaxed at the center of the sofa, back pressed against the soft foam, humming along with the tune.

"You can sing mandopop songs?"

Guan Yongyi brought a cup of warm water and a bottle of cola from the living room.

"This one is quite obscure, not as popular as ’Ten Years.’"

"Ten Years," the Mandarin version of "Next Year, Today," was widely known, with high sing-along appeal for people of all ages.

"I used to like that song a lot, but later it became too evocative, so I switched to listening to the Cantonese version."

Lu Jincheng smiled.

In his younger days, he had longed to touch base with himself a decade later.

Listening to Eason Chan’s song of the same name, he always thought ten years was a romantic term.

Like an untested knight-errant, eager to wield a sword named Ten Years.

But having actually lived through a decade, he turned to look back and realized all he held was a rusty blade.

"Pretending to be deep."

Her voice, tinged with night’s tenderness and a gritty magnetism, summarized his demeanor.

With the song’s end, Lu Jincheng immediately stood to say his goodbyes, no intention of lingering.

As if he really just came for a drink of water.

"I guess this time I can say goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She waved from the door, crossed the living room, and bade him farewell with her eyes once more.

He arrived like a breeze, left a thing, and was gone, as if he worried his previous attempt hadn’t cut deep enough and had returned to strike one more time.

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Just across a road from Nanhu University, Jiangnan Garden is a community boasting well-maintained greenery and good facilities—a popular choice for the school’s faculty and staff to buy houses.

Indeed, Guo Minjie’s chance encounter with Lu Jincheng occurred because she, too, resided in this community.

Building 20.

"How about next time? I’m really too tired today."

The master bedroom featured a large double bed with a wedding photo hanging above. In the photo, Guo Minjie wore a brilliant smile.

"Next time, next time, we’ve been married for three months already!"

Guo Minjie’s voice was filled with frustration and resentment, her gaze piercing as she looked straight at the man half-reclining on the bed.

"Today, I went to the pharmacy and bought the genuine medicine. Let’s give it another try, shall we?"

"No! I told you I’m too tired from work. This medicine is all fake, it doesn’t work!"

The round-faced man had a beard and a sturdy build, lacking distinct muscle lines. His belly was big and round, making him resemble a bear from a distance.

He furrowed his brows, his voice shrill, "Who makes their husband take medicine every day? Are you Pan Jinlian? Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Other people’s work isn’t exhausting? Only yours is?"

Guo Minjie, usually gentle and poised, suddenly raised her voice, driven by the emotions that surged from being caught by her students earlier that day.

"You women are really unreasonable."

The round-faced man displayed a look of disgust, pulled the quilt over himself, turned away, and closed his eyes, refusing to communicate.

Guo Minjie stared at him with red-rimmed eyes for a full minute before she angrily slammed the bedroom door shut and lay down in the adjacent room.

She didn’t understand.

Why had her husband, who had been so attentive and polite during their romance, changed like this?

The man she knew before respected women, never had any conflicts with her before their marriage, and was always cheerful when discussing anything.

Although he had a rough appearance with masculine features, he had always been gentle and honest with her.

She thought again of Zhang Ailing.

The vivid color had gradually faded, becoming dull and ordinary, breeding weariness in men’s hearts, like a mosquito bloodstain on the wall, conspicuous but no longer appealing.

Would her own bouquet of Red Roses eventually become just a mosquito stain on the wall?

But we’ve only been married for three months!

In the depth of the night, Guo Minjie lay awake with complex emotions, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She replayed the events in her head over and over but could not make sense of them.

Suddenly, a phrase popped into her head and kept circling near her temples.

"Either he’s had his fill, or he doesn’t like women."

Guo Minjie, who had never taken this phrase seriously, felt as though she had grasped onto something in the midst of darkness.

She got up, didn’t bother with slippers, and tiptoed to the master bedroom, all the while completely silent.

Pushing open the door, the man’s snoring filled the room. She crept to the edge of the bed and gently lifted the mobile phone beside the bed plug.

Since dating and getting married, her husband had surprisingly not been so clueless about women, was understanding of them, and had been completely accommodating to her.

Aside from being busy with work, coming home late, and being too tired for married life, she thought he was okay.

Therefore, being rational and understanding, she had never looked through her husband’s phone.

Until today.

The words of Lu Jincheng struck like lightning, suddenly illuminating her muddled thoughts.

She entered the password, but the unlock attempt failed.

But that was no issue, as Fat Bear generally slept deeply, his snoring a reminder of safety.

She gently lifted the phone, bringing it close to her husband’s thumb.

In an era without facial recognition, unlocking a loved one’s phone was just this easy.

As she scrolled through his phone, she found a strange app, blue and white in color.

She clicked on it.

The next second, a new world opened up to her.

Guo Minjie’s lips trembled slightly, lights flickering in her pupils as her complexion gradually turned as pale as paper, as if her whole world was collapsing before her eyes.

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She tried to wake the man up to say something, but in the end, only a light chuckle escaped her nostrils.

She decisively unplugged the phone, taking it to the next room, suppressing the urge to vomit, and captured the glaring chat histories and photos, one after another.

"What kind of Red Rose am I?"

She couldn’t cry; she just clenched her fingers tightly together, the fresh manicure digging deeply into her palms.

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