Mr. Gu's wife is a little naughty

Chapter 110: Roll Over, Fan Jiang (Part )

Lin Tao's residence was completely silent, with only the gentle mingling of Gu Ling's and his breathing remaining. Like a lost child returning home, Gu Ling stood on the edge of the soft sofa, head lowered. Guilt and uneasiness quietly shone through her every movement.

Lin Tao slowly emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of steaming noodles steadily in his hands. The rising white mist seemed to subtly melt the tense atmosphere. His voice, unlike his usual coldness, held an indescribable warmth. He gently called out, "Come here. You probably haven't eaten anything this morning."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ling's eyes instantly lit up with joy, as if she had received a great pardon. She leaped to her feet lightly, taking a few steps at a time to reach the dining table, her movements filled with a childlike joy. After sitting down, she furtively glanced at Lin Tao. Her clear eyes held a ripple of grievance and a hint of caution. Seeing that Lin Tao's expression was gentle and not blaming, she finally mustered the courage to ask in a mosquito-like voice, "Brother Tao, are you... not mad at me anymore?"

Lin Tao slowly took a seat across from her, his hand unconsciously caressing Gu Ling beside him, a gentle touch that seemed to soothe every inch of the air around them. Gu Ling's eyes, like a clear mountain spring, shimmered with a longing for the unknown, yet also held a subtle tinge of uneasiness.

After a long moment, Lin Tao sighed softly, a sigh mingled with a touch of helplessness and a touch of fondness. His eyes softened. "Hurry up and eat! Xiao Ran is on his way. I'll arrange for you to go back tomorrow."

"I don't want it!" Gu Ling pouted slightly when she heard that, with a bit of childish stubbornness, "I finally came out here, can't I just have some fun for once?"

Lin Tao smiled helplessly, "My princess, you are the princess of Siam, the future crown prince, and the future king. If something happens to you here, how are we going to explain it to Siam and the king and queen?"

"Then can you protect me?" Gu Ling affectionately put her arm around Lin Tao's and looked at him expectantly.

"I can't, I have something to do!" Lin Tao reluctantly broke free from her arms. "You know, I have something important to do when I come back this time. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you then."

"Well, well, wouldn't it be the same if Sister Xiao followed me?" Gu Ling didn't want to give up. If she was caught this time, it might not be so easy for her to escape again.

"I don't have the final say on this. You have to discuss it with your sister Xiao." Lin Tao stood up and left, walked straight to the sofa and sat down.

Ling's heart sank upon hearing this. The noodles in her hand seemed to have lost their former alluring aroma and become bland. She sighed softly, a subtle sense of loss creeping into her heart.

Lin Tao didn't intend to dwell on this issue any further. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already late. He didn't plan to go back to Tian Tian's place tonight. As for confessing to Tian Tian, ​​he had actually made plans a long time ago. Since he had already confessed his identity to Beichen, he felt that it was time for him to confess to Tian Tian and those old foxes.

"It's time to let Lin Tao return to their sight." Lin Tao thought secretly, stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

"The guest room has been prepared for you. Just go and rest after you finish eating."

Gu Ling looked around the room and asked curiously, "Sister Tian doesn't live here?"

Lin Tao paused slightly, then opened the door of his bedroom and walked in without explaining.

The lights in Tian Tian's room were still on. Xia Tian hadn't returned home all night, and no one answered her phone calls. Tian Tian wasn't worried about him getting into trouble; instead, it only solidified her suspicions. He might really be the person she'd been searching for.

In my mind, I kept overlapping Gu Cai, Xia Tian and Lin Tao, trying to find their common points, but it seemed that the three of them seemed to have an inexplicable connection, but I couldn't grasp what the connection was.

"Right!" Tian Tian seemed to have thought of something. Xia Tian was afraid of thunder, and during the six months she had spent with Lin Tao in the orphanage, Lin Tao had also seemed to be afraid of thunder and lightning. She still remembered how she had mocked him for this. Now that she thought about it, if they really had any connection, it was only this.

It was already three in the morning, and Tian Tian wasn't the only one awake. Hong Momo, Tian Tian's best friend, couldn't sleep either. Ever since she learned Gu Cai's true identity, she felt guilty towards her best friend. Tian Tian carried too much on her shoulders, and while others might not know, Hong Momo knew it.

After thinking it over again and again, she still called Tian Tian, ​​no matter what time it was. She felt that if she didn't tell Tian Tian, ​​she would not be able to bear it anymore.

Tian Tian picked up her cell phone, saw Hong Momo's number, and answered the call.

"Hey, sister, it's so late, aren't you asleep yet?" Tian Tian's voice was very lazy, and she seemed extremely tired.

Hong Momo didn't expect Tian Tian to answer her call so quickly, and she seemed a little curious. "Why, you haven't slept either?"

Tian Tian hugged the little bear in her hand tighter and leaned against the headboard, "No, I can't sleep."

"how?"

"No, it's just that Xia Tian didn't come back one night, and I was a little worried."

Hong Momo frowned. "Your husband... Xia Tian didn't come back? Didn't he tell me where he was going?"

Tian Tian shook her head. "No, he wasn't there when I got home. No one answered my calls, and no one replied to my messages."

Hong Momo thought seriously for a moment and said, "Then wait, I'll be right there."

"Huh? What?" Before Tian Tian could react, Hong Momo hung up the phone. "Oh my god, what's going on?" Tian Tian mumbled a few words, staring at the phone for a long time without saying anything.

Fan Jiang seems to be really not at peace tonight.

On the banks of the dimly lit Fan River, Binhai Avenue embraces a tranquil corner where Wangjiang Hotel nestles quietly. Unassuming yet unassuming, it exudes a distinctly down-to-earth atmosphere. While not one of the city's most glittering and eye-catching luxury destinations, its unique warmth and convenience attract ordinary travelers from all over the country. They are businesspeople, just passing through, each carrying their own stories, finding a spiritual haven here.

A white business car pulled up outside the hotel lobby. The door swung open, and a monk stepped out. His figure, caught in the interplay of night and lights, was striking. His complexion, like rock bathed in the highland sun, was dark and tough. A veil partially obscured his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as a pool, seemingly capable of penetrating the world. Those eyes radiated a tranquility otherworldly, yet held a hidden secret.

He wore a monk's robe meticulously sewn from gray linen, the sleeves swaying gently in the breeze. Though a bit simple and even a bit slovenly, it couldn't conceal his inner solemnity and extraordinaryness. In his hand, he clutched a rosary, each bead round, as if carrying the accumulation of countless years of prayers.

His eyes were remarkably clear, like a pool of pure water, compared to the ordinary eyes of ordinary people, which were tainted by worldly concerns. He glanced around, then looked up at the night sky, which was stained a hazy red by the lights. He whispered something before pushing open the lobby door and walking in.

There weren't many people in the lobby. The night security guard didn't seem to have any prejudice against him when he came in, but was rather respectful. The receptionists at the front desk also noticed him and stood up properly, not daring to say a word.

"Is the room ready?" A hoarse voice, as if coming from the mountains, came from under the veil.

The receptionist quickly placed the room card and a black leather bag that had been prepared long ago on the counter.

The monk clasped his hands together and said something in Tibetan that no one understood, then picked up his things and left.

After his figure completely disappeared from the lobby, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. The receptionist and the night security guards breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their respective posts.