The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

The morning light seemed to have tried its best to squeeze out a few rays of light from the thick clouds that were piled up like cotton wool, and sprinkled sparingly on the earth, as if it was also sighing and lamenting the broken situation of Gu Yunqian and Su Xingya.

Inside the house, the remaining depression and restlessness from last night had subsided a little, but it turned into a layer of icy, bone-chilling frost that tightly wrapped the two of them, filling every inch of the air with a suffocating, icy breath.

Su Xingya was like a shabby doll with its soul sucked out. She slumped lifelessly on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling with empty and indifferent eyes, as if she had become numb to the chaos around her.

Even though they had been entangled like vines last night, with their skin touching each other, and their breaths were still intertwined in this small space, her heart seemed to be firmly sealed by a layer of ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

In the past, every morning, she would always be like a docile kitten, waiting obediently for Gu Yunqian to gently stretch out his arms, pick her up, and walk to the bathroom together to wash away the fatigue of the night. That was the unique intimate understanding between them, and the silent expression of love.

But today, she seemed like a different person and for the first time ever, she avoided any physical contact with Gu Yunqian.

When Gu Yunqian's fingertips accidentally touched her skin, she felt as if she was hit by high voltage electricity. Her whole body shrank suddenly like a spring, and a trace of disgust flashed across her face.

That look of disgust was like a carefully polished sharp steel knife, piercing straight and accurately into Gu Yunqian's heart, exactly the same as the scene he had imagined alone in the dark last night. It made his heart suddenly tighten and he almost suffocated with pain.

Gu Yunqian just stood blankly beside the bed, looking at Su Xingya's aloof look. His heart seemed to be overturned with all five flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. Before he could savor the bitterness in his heart, the urgency of reality came mercilessly like a surging and mighty tide.

The two of them didn't even have the chance to slowly sort out the mess left over from last night's farce caused by the room card. They had to hurriedly fix their makeup, tidy up their moods, and rush to the important meeting with the Lao Mo couple.

Before entering the box, Gu Yunqian was full of worries. He took a few quick steps, looking a little embarrassed, his steps hurried and hurried, and suddenly stood in front of Su Xingya, as if he wanted to use his body to build a barrier for the coming storm.

He bent down slightly, his eyes full of earnestness and anxiety, like a wounded little animal begging for mercy from its master. He lowered his voice and almost whispered, "I will explain some things to you after this is over. I understand that you are emotional now, but..."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, which came from a deep fear of the unknown, as if he was groping forward in the dark, and he didn't know when he would fall into an abyss.

Su Xingya seemed not to hear anything, as if she was immersed in her own world, blocking out everything from the outside world.

She did not stop, still moving forward mechanically, her eyes firm and cold, revealing a sense of determination.

Just as she was about to step into the box, she suddenly turned her head as if driven by some mysterious force, her eyes as cold as the sharpest frost blade in the coldest days of winter, able to freeze everything in an instant.

The corner of her mouth raised up into an arc full of sarcasm and resentment, which was like a cold scar engraved on her originally gentle face.

She said softly, "You sacrificed your looks to accompany Mrs. Mo last night, so today it's my turn to serve Old Mo. I know the rules!"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a blockbuster bomb that exploded in the silent corridor, making Gu Yunqian's head buzz and alarms rang, as if he was struck by lightning, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Gu Yunqian subconsciously and almost instinctively reached out to grab Su Xingya and stop her from having this crazy and terrifying idea.

But when he waved his fingers frantically in the air, he only grabbed a piece of empty space. His body staggered forward a few steps due to inertia, and he almost fell to the ground. He was completely different from his usual calm and elegant appearance.

At this moment, he was filled with fear and regret, as if he saw everything he had worked so hard for was about to collapse and vanish before his eyes. All his efforts would become a bubble and be swallowed up by this cruel reality.

Su Xingya stepped into the box first with an expressionless face, like a cold and elegant queen, disdainful of everything around her.

She glanced indifferently at the seemingly harmonious but spiritually estranged Lao Mo couple; her eyes were as calm as water, yet revealed an elusive chill, as if she had seen through all the intrigues and struggles in the world, and as if a bigger and more destructive storm was brewing beneath the calm, which could sweep across the entire box at any time and drag everyone into an endless abyss.

Gu Yunqian arrived late with a messy pace, and with a bit of dryness and panic, as if his throat was choked by something, he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, sorry for the long wait."

He tried his best to calm himself, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and tried to straighten his back, but the slightly trembling tone of his voice still betrayed him mercilessly, revealing his inner panic and anxiety.

The old Mo couple first looked at each other tacitly, with a hint of amusement and inquiry flashing in their eyes, as if two cunning foxes had smelled the scent of prey.

Then, their eyes were like searchlights, looking back and forth at Gu Yunqian and Su Xingya respectively. Their gazes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls. They tried to dig out the follow-up of the thrilling "drama" caused by the room card last night from the subtle expressions and movements of the two.

There was a bit of scrutiny and suspicion in Lao Mo's eyes, as if he was weighing the pros and cons and considering the impact of this farce on his business;

Mrs. Mo had a faint smile on her lips, but that smile did not reach her eyes. She showed a sense of gloating, as if she was enjoying a wonderful farce.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the box dropped to freezing point, as if the air had solidified into a hard block of ice.

After not seeing each other for a day, the four people who met again created a Shura scene full of suspicion, resentment, uneasiness and tension.

Every breath of air is filled with tension and oppression, making people feel as if they are on a battlefield, ready to break out at any moment.

Gu Yunqian sat in his seat, his back was so stiff as if it was injected with steel and cement, and it was almost exaggeratedly straight. His hands were unconsciously clenched under the table, and his palms were already soaked with sweat, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

His eyes would drift towards Su Xingya cautiously from time to time, as if he was guarding a rare treasure, or as if he was guarding against a time bomb. His heart was full of vigilance, fearing that if she wasn't careful, she would really put those cruel words into action and retaliate against him in such an extreme way as accompanying Lao Mo.

His flattery towards Lao Mo had become stiff and mechanical at this moment, completely lacking his former calmness and confidence. Every smile seemed to be frozen, hanging stiffly on his face.

Every greeting seemed to be carried by a heavy yoke, and it was difficult to utter it from the mouth.

Su Xingya always had a cold face, as if covered by a layer of frost. She turned a blind eye to everything around her, as if immersed in her own world of pain, enduring the inner torment alone.