C7

Before this, although she was a bit disappointed, Jiang Yao kept telling herself that Gu Zhao must have gotten stuck in the company's business.

He was no longer the same as before, so how could he not come back on his birthday?

However, at this moment, he could hear a sound that was louder than the previous one. It was an extremely clear sound of breathing and moaning.

Jiang Yao couldn't help but tremble. She gripped her phone tightly, holding her breath as she stubbornly listened to the various voices that made people's faces turn red with lust.

The man didn't say a word. There was only heavy breathing, but Jiang Yao could almost confirm that it was Gu Zhao in a second.

The woman's voice was clear and gentle, seductive to the bones. She called Gu Zhao's name one after another, like she was whispering in love.

Jiang Yao could no longer bear to listen. She threw the phone onto the ground.

The phone made a crisp sound as it hit the marble floor. In the next second, it broke into pieces like her heart had been hurt beyond compare.

Jiang Yao hugged her knees slowly, burying her face between them and sobbing uncontrollably.

At dawn, Gu Zhao opened the door and returned home.

He immediately saw the dishes on the table and the pale-faced Jiang Yao on the chair.

She raised her head to look at him. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts. It was obvious that she had been crying all night.

The irritation in Gu Zhao's heart deepened.

I met that woman at the party yesterday afternoon.

Dressed in a red dress, she gracefully walked in front of him and toasted him.

Gu Zhao was not a romantic person to begin with. The only reason why he changed the women around him one by one was to provoke Jiang Yao.

Now that his heart was at work, no matter how beautiful the face before him was, he could not muster up the slightest bit of interest.

Just as Gu Zhao Jing was about to leave after drinking his wine, he was stopped by someone.

"Boss Gu, you didn't even ask for his name?" The woman smiled flirtatiously.

Gu Zhao raised his eyebrows without batting an eyelid.

"Chu Xiao."

she said slowly, word for word, looking straight into his eyes.

Gu Zhao's eyes suddenly squinted. At that moment, he only felt that they were familiar with each other.

Xiao Long, Xiao Hui.

How could his Xu Xiao still come back?

It looked like it was a natural one-night stand. As a rookie in the acting industry, she was called Li, and he was stuck in a nightmare.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, he received a few calls that dealt with government affairs. Only then did he realize that Jiang Yao had also called him in the middle of the night.

Jiang Yao rarely called him. The last time, it was because she had a high fever and was on the verge of death.

Later, he heard from Aunt Sunn that if he didn't call her over to take her to the hospital, she would probably have pneumonia.

Gu Zhao's heart suddenly tightened. He immediately got up, put on his clothes and walked out.

"Boss Gu." Chu Xiao sat up on the bed and called out to him in an alluring manner, "It's still early in the morning. What's the rush?"

Gu Zhao's hand that opened the door paused for a moment, then he turned his head and said with a sharp gaze, "I hate it when people touch my things without permission."

Jiang Yao's call had turned into a call without him even knowing what had happened between them.

The moment he said that, Gu Zhao walked out the door without any hesitation. He did not even notice the venomous look Chu Xiao had behind him.

Gu Zhao was a bit annoyed when he stood back in front of the restaurant.

What was he doing?

Jiang Yao did not expect Gu Zhao to return so early and thought she was hallucinating for a moment.

"Zhao?" She called to him tentatively and hesitantly.

The careful look on his face made Gu Zhao feel depressed.

"What are you doing?" He glanced coldly at the table.

"Yesterday was your birthday. I-I just wanted to celebrate it."

Gu Zhao still maintained a straight face after hearing it, his expression didn't change at all.

After a long while, he chuckled and pinched Jiang Yao's chin, forcing her to look at him. "You called me last night for this, too?"

Jiang Yao's heart felt as if it was tightly clenched by an invisible hand the moment the phone call was mentioned. The pain made it hard for her to breathe.

"Yes." Jiang Yao replied with difficulty.

"Then, do you know what I was doing when you called me?" He leaned close to her and whispered.

The cruel words were like a venomous snake spitting its tongue out, viciously biting at the weakest spot on Jiang Yao's chest. Instantly, the poison spread to her four limbs, causing her to wish that she was dead.

Tears welled up in Jiang Yao's eyes. She shook her head as she sobbed, begging, "Stop! I beg of you, please stop!"

Gu Zhao looked at Jiang Yao's broken eyes. The force that was being squeezed on her chin was gradually increasing.

"Jiang Yao, Miss Jiang, do you think that I will be grateful to you for what you have done? Don't worry about it, don't waste your energy. "

After he finished speaking, he immediately tossed Jiang Yao aside in disgust.

Jiang Yao's waist hit the corner of the table, causing half of her body to go numb. It took her a while before she managed to recover.

"Zhao, I'm not. Listen to me, I'm just … just …"

"It's just to satisfy your selfish desire for possession. It's just to make yourself happy. It's just to make everyone revolve around you as you wish." Gu Zhao closed in step by step, "If it's not as good as you think, then we'll kill you, right?"

At the end of his sentence, Gu Zhao was infuriated. He reached out his hand to grab a corner of the tablecloth, and with a tug of his hand, he threw the dishes on the table to the ground.

"Who knows if there's poison inside." Before he left, Gu Zhao said this agilely.

To Jiang Yao, to himself.

The hall instantly returned to silence. Jiang Yao seemed to have used up all of her energy and slowly slid down the corner of the table. Her tears fell like beads with broken strings.

How could she possibly be poisoned when she had spent so many hours making a meal?

Gu Zhao might never understand that to her, he was an existence that was even more important than her own life.

Jiang Yao forced herself to concentrate on cleaning up the scattered dishes on the ground, as if she was trying to piece together a broken heart.

All of these were meticulously prepared by her, but in the blink of an eye, they all turned into a pile of garbage.

A small wound appeared on his palm, and blood began to gush out of it.

Jiang Yao, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Her hands didn't stop moving. What was this blood compared to the wounds on her chest?

"Young Mistress!"

Unknowingly, Aunt Sunn had returned to the villa. When she saw the mess on the ground and the blood below Jiang Yao, she instantly screamed.