Chapter 207(B): The Truth Was, He Likes Her
“Why are you still looking at him if you know?” Gu Yanhao accused with a sour blaming tone. “I’m right beside you, yet you’re staring after someone else. If I wasn’t around, you’d probably pierce a hole through that person with your gaze!”
“Can’t I?” Song Wuyou’s eyebrow rose lightly. “Mu Gu is the best friend I have, can’t I look at him?”
“Isn’t Xu Jing your best friend?”
“Xu Jing is my sister.”
“It’s the same.”
“The flowers are for me?” Song Wuyou indicated at the flowers in his hand.
“If it isn’t for you, who else would I give it to?” He had wanted to create a romantic atmosphere for her, but his mood soured.
“Why did you think of giving me flowers?” Song Wuyou asked.
“You really don’t know, or are you just pretending?” Gu Yanhao gave her a wintry expression.
“My birthday?” a tiny wrinkle appeared between Song Wuyou’s brows. No, that’s not it. The original’ host’s birthday as stated on the Identity Card was not today.
“Don’t tell me you don’t even remember your own birthday?” Gu Yanhao scoffed.
“It’s because it seems even stranger because, today is not my birthday.”
“Today is the Double Seven Festival!” 
“Oh…” So, today was the Double Seven Festival, Chinese Valentine’s Day.
“For you.” Gu Yanhao half-lobbed the flowers at her.
Song Wuyou caught the bouquet. Bringing it close to her nose, she enjoyed the very fresh scent of roses.
Gu Yanhao opened the tiffin box, half muttering, “Sis Song made you rib bone soup. She put a lot of rib bones inside. The oil has been removed, and it smells really fragrant.”
“You already had it?” Song Wuyou asked, putting the flowers to one side.
“Nonsense, don’t I need to eat too?” Gu Yanhao sat down, preparing to feed her.
“There’s something wrong with you today, like you’ve eaten gunpowder or something.” Song Wuyou pursed her lips.
“I’m in a bad mood from seeing you laughing so merrily with Mu Gu every single day. Does that satisfy you?”
“Me and Mu Gu are just friends. It’s dull staying in the hospital for so long. He just comes to spend some time with me. What’s there to be unhappy about?” Song Wuyou gave him a disdainful side eye, “You even hugged Song Jiuyue right in front of me that time, with that horrible attitude of yours, yet I didn’t say I was in a bad mood, did I? Now can you understand how I felt at that time?”
Gu Yanhao’s eyes dimmed considerably at Song Wuyou’s words as he stared at her quietly. Honestly speaking, he didn’t want to do that at that time. Who told her to be so vexing? That was why he acted out, why he deliberately tried to antagonise her and to teach her a little lesson, which led him to hugging Song Jiuyue in front of her that time.
Who knew she’d become worse instead of reflecting on her mistakes.
“No next time.” Gu Yanhao said solemnly, sounding like a promise.
“Of course I know there won’t be a next time, because right now you’re totally captivated by and enamored with the current me.”
“It’s not that.” Gu Yanhao was silent for a moment because he couldn’t exactly state that yes, he liked the present reasonable her, but he also liked the previous arrogant her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have married her―
Song Wuyou pouted slightly; she didn’t care whether it was true or not.
“I’ll feed you.”
“I’ll do it myself.”
Gu Yanhao looked at her sternly, “I don’t mind using force.”
Fine, fine, let him feed if her if wants to.
“How are you feeling?” Gu Yanhao asked as she began to eat.
“Running is no problem.” She even planned to start working on her strength once she was out of the hospital.
“Then, after finishing the soup, I’ll bring you to a place.”
In a dark house, a damp environment with heavy silence, where one couldn’t even see their own five fingers unless the lights were on…Many days had passed since Song Jiumei had been locked up here. She has had enough of this place! She was the Song Family’s Second Miss, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, loved and pampered everywhere she went… when did she ever suffer like this?
But no matter how loud, angry, or desperately she screamed everyday, other than the person delivering meals, no one bothered with her.
“Song Wuyou, I curse you, curse you a miserable death!” Song Jiumei screamed, turning round and round in the dark like a madwoman, hitting the four walls with her bare hands, mouth nonstop cursing at Song Wuyou.
 Qixi, or Double Seven Festival- Falling on the seventh day of seventh lunar month, the Double Seventh Festival in China, also known as Qixi Festival, is what Valentine’s Day is to the western countries. As it is a day of great importance to girls, the event is also called Young Girls’ Festival. Because of the beautiful legend about Niu Lang and Zhi Nu, the festival has been endowed with the meaning of great romance. In depth here.
p/s: Mark your calendar! Next Year’s Qixi falls on August 17, 2018.
Translator : Woodear
Editor : Ocelot, who is all things radiant and awesome!
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