Butler Zhang replied, hung up the phone and turned to look at the man in front of him who was crying and laughing. His voice had become cold again: "Mr. Su, please come with me."
Su Jinyu curled the corners of his lips, but his smile was worse than crying. He hurried forward and stumbled behind Steward Zhang like a child just learning to walk.
Taking the elevator all the way to the third floor, Butler Zhang led people straight to the door of the study, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
This time, a low, muffled voice came from inside: "Come in."
Butler Zhang opened the door and stepped aside to let the people behind him.
"Sir, Mr. Su is here."
The man who was working behind the desk didn't know when he had pushed his wheelchair to the bedside, his back turned to them, leaving only the two of them with indifferent backs.
"Butler, you go down first."
"Yes." Butler Zhang bowed his head in response. Before leaving, he glanced at Su Jinyu as if he had lost his mind. The warning in his eyes was self-evident.
Su Jinyu ignored him at all, or in other words, from the moment he saw Gu Peilang, he was the only one left in his entire world.
The back in front of him overlapped with those in countless previous dreams, and Su Jinyu subconsciously let go of his breathing. Although his eyes were sore and his vision became blurred, he still did not dare to blink, for fear that he would be in front of him in the next second. Everything will disappear without a trace, just like the previous dream.
The man in the study seemed to be a little strange after waiting for a long time, and turned around while controlling the wheelchair. That face, the face that Su Jinyu was thinking about day and night, broke into his eyes without warning.
Gu Peilang looked at the person standing by the door, frowned slowly, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Aren't you coming in?"
Hearing this voice, Su Jinyu, like a robot who had received instructions, lifted his stiff legs mechanically, and slowly, step by step, walked towards the man.
As soon as Gu Peilang approached, he saw the crystal clear tears on the other's face. The fingers of his hands resting on his legs twitched nervously for a moment, and then returned to normal in the next second.
Su Jinyu came to Gu Peilang step by step, and the appearance of the person in front of him gradually became clear and vivid, not as vague as in the previous dream.
He squatted down in front of the man carefully, raised his head slightly to look at him, and then slowly raised his hand under the troubled and confused gaze.
The touch is soft and warm, no longer cold and untouchable...
Gu Peilang looked blankly at the person in front of him, his handsome brows were slightly twisted, as if distressed, puzzled, or something else.
The hand that touched his face was trembling, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the other party took a step ahead of him and called him with a trembling voice: "Gu... Pei... Lang..."
The wheelchair slid back because of the other party's sudden movement, and hit the floor-to-ceiling window with a clear sound. Gu Peilang stiffened and let the person in front of him hug him tightly. It is a mask of indifference that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with traces of cracks.
"Gu Peilang... Gu Peilang..."
The person in his arms kept calling his name as if stunned, one after another, his voice trembling and hoarse, like crying blood, with despair, guilt, and happiness...
His hands were stiffly raised in the air, Gu Peilang blinked and noticed the wetness between his neck.
The bright study room was quiet, the clock on the wall was walking tirelessly, ticking over and over again, and apart from that, there was only Su Jinyu's suppressed crying.
Gu Peilang, who had recovered from the shock, had returned to his indifferent and calm appearance again.
The man in his arms was still sobbing, holding him tightly and not letting go.
Gu Peilang raised his hand, put his long and powerful hand on the other's shoulder, and then pushed the person away from his embrace with a gentle but strong force that could not be rejected.
Su Jinyu, who was pushed away, widened his eyes in confusion, Gu Peilang did not miss the fright and anxiety that flashed in his eyes.
Lowering his eyes expressionlessly, the man controlled the wheelchair away from the window, and also left the range that made Su Jinyu feel at ease.
Su Jinyu subconsciously got up and followed him for two steps, but was frozen in place by those cold eyes.
Cold, utterly cold.
"Pei Lang..."
Gu Peilang looked at him with indifference and alienation, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never met.
"Mr. Su, do you have anything to do with me?"
Is there a problem? Su Jinyu never thought that a simple sentence, if asked from a man's mouth, could hurt him completely.
What can he do? He just wanted to see the man again, apologize to him, tell him that he knew he was wrong, and he regretted it... But it seems, it's too late, is it that a sinner like him can't be forgiven even if he is reborn
Gu Peilang didn't look at the pained and numb expression on his face, he just thought that the other party was eager to get the book that could cut off all connections between the two, he said, "I have signed the divorce agreement, and the divorce certificate is in Liu's hands. There, I originally planned to let him deliver it to you tomorrow, if you can't wait, I'll call him now and let him deliver it to you."
"No... No... I'm not..." Listening to Gu Peilang's words, Su Jinyu just shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes again, his thin body kept trembling under the cold light, and he looked as if he had suffered from great grievances.
Gu Peilang looked at him calmly, listening to his choked voice saying things he couldn't understand intermittently: "I don't want a divorce certificate... I don't want... divorce..."
In the daytime, he threatened himself with his life to set him free. Now he was crying heartbroken. The only thing he repeated in his mouth was the words "Don't get divorced". Gu Peilang was really puzzled, but it was only for a moment. He had just smelled a strong odor of alcohol on the man.
This is how much alcohol you have to drink to get drunk like this, turning around and throwing away the freedom that you finally won.
"You're drunk." Gu Peilang raised his head and looked at him coldly.
Su Jinyu shook his head and didn't speak, his expression was humble and pitiful. He stumbled to the ground and grabbed Gu Peilang's hand on his knees. His red, wet eyes looked like a pitiful puppy.
He couldn't say anything when he was full of words, so he could only keep apologizing: "I was wrong... Gu Peilang... I know I was wrong, don't want me... don't want me, okay... We won't divorce... woo... not divorce..."
Gu Peilang didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have the whole world collapsed, his thin pink lips pursed into a sharp line.
In Su Jinyu's intermittent voice, an inaudible sigh suddenly sounded, with a strong sense of exhaustion and helplessness, as well as a trace of unknown bitterness.
"Jin Yu, what do you want me to do..."