Chapter 140: It's Warm Here, Will You Come Over?

He kissed her with such intensity and intoxication that he didn’t even notice Wen Zhixia furrowing her brows from struggling to breathe. She had drunk quite a bit and was already feeling unwell; his way of drawing in breath made her stomach churn violently. She wanted to stand up, but something pressed down on her body, rendering her powerless to break free.

She pushed back unconsciously, but with Gu Pingsheng, it was like being tickled by a sweet pea—she didn’t take it seriously at all.

Then—

Wen Zhixia vomited, and unfortunately, all over him.

The heat that had been rolling over Gu Pingsheng instantly extinguished. His complexion turned sour, but he could only lift her up and set her aside, removing her clothes and tossing the bedsheets out as well. After tidying up, a faint lingering smell remained in the room, so he found a bottle of perfume Wen Zhixia had left before. Without caring whether it had expired, he sprayed it into the air.

After handling everything, he found her some clothes to change into. But when he turned around, she was gone.

Gu Pingsheng’s temples throbbed sharply. She was half-dressed and still managed to slip away?

Just as he took a long stride to find her, he heard faint sounds coming from the bathroom.

He quickly turned and strode toward it. As expected, he found her drowsily leaning against the marble sink, her head resting there in a daze.

The marble countertop was icy cold, yet she leaned against it as if it were nothing. Gu Pingsheng pressed his temple and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Wen Zhixia, half asleep, turned in a circle against the wall and muttered, “Cold.”

Amused by her dazed response, he deliberately opened his arms wide. “It’s warm here. Come to me.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits, the world around her still spinning. After taking two steps, her head bumped into his chest with a muffled groan.

Gu Pingsheng gently covered her head with his knuckles. “Does it hurt?”

She obediently nodded, utterly docile.

Suddenly, he regretted not having given her more to drink earlier. Maybe then he would have experienced the agony of lovesickness earlier, holding her rosy little face—so petite, smaller than his hand—and said, “Xia Xia, who am I?”

Wen Zhixia lifted her head, blinking her thick lashes, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, but she said nothing.

He continued, “Who am I, Xia Xia?”

“I... I’m thirsty,” she murmured with a hint of grievance. “Why didn’t you give me water?”

“If you say you love me, then you get water,” he said.

Wen Zhixia pried his hand away, wanting to find water herself.

Gu Pingsheng watched her stagger and dared not let her wander aimlessly. When he reached out to stop her, she kicked his injured leg sharply, precisely hitting it. He gasped.

Wen Zhixia paused at the bathroom door, turned her head, and stared at his leg for a long while, lost in thought.

In truth, her head was foggy, her movements uncontrolled, with images of him kneeling in the rain flashing through her mind, making her nose sting.

Gu Pingsheng beckoned, “Xia Xia, come help me walk.”

His leg tingled from the kick; he knew her mind wasn’t clear and didn’t expect much, but she actually came over.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Sitting on the bed, Wen Zhixia fixed her gaze on him.

Gu Pingsheng, puzzled, asked, “I should be going back, Gu Pingsheng,” she suddenly said.

He stiffened. “You… sober up?”

How could she be so sudden?

Her unexpected words caught Gu Pingsheng off guard; he hadn’t anticipated her waking up now.

She lowered her eyelids and softly said, “Mm.”

Gu Pingsheng clenched his fingers on the bed frame. “It’s too late tonight. Tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll talk about it, okay?”

But Wen Zhixia had already risen and was wandering the room, searching for her bag. She pushed open the door and walked out.

Gu Pingsheng slammed his fist on the bed but immediately followed after her. She was barely dressed—how could she have no sense of danger? Wasn’t she sober?

Without thinking, he chased after her, trying to stop her, but—

Wen Zhixia didn’t go downstairs. Instead, she circled around in the hallway.

The second floor was a closed loop with the master bedroom.

So as long as she didn’t go downstairs, she would end up back where she started.

Gu Pingsheng raised a brow, leaning against the doorframe. Minutes later, just as he expected, she returned from the other side. Standing at the bedroom door, he watched her brush past him, drop her bag, kick off her slippers, pull back the covers, and lie down obediently, mumbling, “Turn off the lights.”

Watching her series of actions, he couldn’t help but laugh softly. She was still foggy-headed after all.

He sat on the bed, carefully studying her sleeping face, gently tapping her cheek with a finger. “After all that fuss, you sure sleep soundly.”

The next morning, Wen Zhixia woke with a throbbing headache. She hadn’t been able to drink much in recent years, usually just a sip or two. The fruity wine last night tasted sweet and sour, so she thought it was juice and paid no attention.

Now, holding her head, regret set in.

That regret peaked the moment Gu Pingsheng emerged from the bathroom, still damp, wrapped only in a towel around his waist.

Her eyes widened in shock. She threw back the covers and checked herself—she was no longer in yesterday’s clothes.

Gu Pingsheng observed her startled expression and approached. “You last night…”

Wen Zhixia snapped her head up. “Last night what?”

He had intended to tell her she’d been drunk, but seeing her defensive demeanor, his words changed to: “You clung to me last night. I even have video. Want to see?”

Wen Zhixia twitched and shook her head. “Impossible.”

“Why impossible? Looks like...” He paused, a faint smile curling his thin lips, eyes narrowing with amusement. “Looks like that sickly patient really… couldn’t do anything.”

Wen Zhixia’s face darkened, yet she said nothing.

Gu Pingsheng’s teasing tone was half jest, half a test.

Her reaction thrilled him.

“You two really haven’t done it, right?” He suddenly stepped forward, cradling her face, his dark eyes filled with shocked delight.

Wen Zhixia pressed her lips together, silent, then impatiently pushed his hand away. “I should go.”

Gu Pingsheng pinned her to the bed, his gaze deep and unwavering. “Let’s be clear—did that sickly guy touch you or not?”

No man would be indifferent about such a thing, especially not someone like Gu Pingsheng.

Annoyed by his interrogation, Wen Zhixia snapped, “Who says he didn’t? We… mmph…” Before she could say more, Gu Pingsheng silenced her with a kiss, sealing her unspoken words.

Sober now, Wen Zhixia no longer showed the drunken silliness from last night. She stared coldly at him, raising a hand to push him away. In the struggle, her fingers caught the towel around his waist.

Looking up, she met his mischievous smile. “In such a hurry?”

She turned her face away, cheeks flushing. “Have some shame and put your clothes on first.”

He chuckled. “You pulled my clothes off—how is this my fault?”

“Put on your clothes,” Wen Zhixia said flatly, unwilling to argue.

“If I put on my clothes, you’ll probably run off somewhere... But if you want me dressed, you put them on for me,” he said.

Wen Zhixia glared. “Gu Pingsheng! Don’t push it!”

“If making my wife wear clothes is too much, then why does my wife never stay home and live with other men all the time? What does that make this?” Who says only women drag everything into their arguments?

“Will you put on clothes or not? If you don’t, we’ll just wait for Youzhi to come in and you can explain to him...”

“Dad!”

Before he finished, Gu Youzhi pushed the door open, eyes wide as he looked at Gu Pingsheng on the bed, covering his mouth hard.

Wen Zhixia probably never felt so embarrassed in her life. She pushed the man on her, “Get up already!”

What kind of father was this? Shameless!

Gu Pingsheng never imagined this scenario. Being seen like this by his son wasn’t a big deal, but the scene was still somewhat... awkward.

He quickly wrapped the towel tighter, cleared his throat, and looked at the little boy at the door. “Why didn’t you knock?”

Gu Youzhi tilted his head, full of innocent confusion. He looked at Gu Pingsheng, then Wen Zhixia, blinking his big eyes. “Pants.”

Faced with such pure eyes, Wen Zhixia suddenly felt guilty and shot Gu Pingsheng a glare. “Look what you’ve done!”

Gu Pingsheng ruffled his hair, watching the little boy struggling to wear his half-dressed overalls. Winter clothes were thick, and overalls were tricky for kids this age. “He’s still little... You take him back to his room to get dressed. I’ll change my clothes.”

Wen Zhixia, not wanting to be around this shameless man anymore, took the boy’s hand and left.

Back in the children’s room, it was her first time dressing a child, so she was a bit clumsy. Luckily, the little guy was adorable and cooperative, not minding her slow movements.

Aunt Zhao and Aunt Wang didn’t seem surprised when Wen Zhixia came downstairs with the little boy. “Good morning, Madam.”

Seeing their calm expressions, Wen Zhixia guessed they must have seen Gu Pingsheng bring her home last night.

Sweet Bean, after rolling around outside, sniffed the scent and scampered over to Wen Zhixia.

She crouched and scratched behind its neck; Sweet Bean lazily meowed twice.

Gu Youzhi clung to Wen Zhixia, mimicking her in a childish voice.

Watching his chubby cheeks, Wen Zhixia couldn’t help but smile. This little bundle had a heart-melting charm.

But she wondered...

“Aunt Zhao, who is Tuantuan’s mother?” Wen Zhixia stepped away slightly and called out to Aunt Zhao while the boy played with Sweet Bean.

Aunt Zhao blinked, recognizing whom Wen Zhixia meant by Tuantuan. Then she seemed even more puzzled. “Isn’t the young master’s mother you, Madam?”

Wen Zhixia paused. “Who told you Tuantuan’s mother is me?”

If she really had a child, how could she not know?

Besides, judging by Tuantuan’s age, when he was born, she was in Berlin. There was no way she could have had a child with Gu Pingsheng.

Seeing Wen Zhixia’s stern expression, Aunt Zhao hesitated. “...Gu, Mr. Gu.”

Wen Zhixia’s expression darkened. If that was Gu Pingsheng’s official stance, then no wonder the little boy had called her “Mom” from the first moment they met.

Children were adorable, but being mistakenly labeled as the mother so casually unsettled Wen Zhixia.

While they talked, Gu Pingsheng finished changing and went upstairs.

“What were you talking about?” Wen Zhixia asked, pursing her lips.

“Dad.” The little boy approached, holding Wen Zhixia’s hand and standing protectively in front of her, puffing out his cheeks to glare at Gu Pingsheng.

Gu Pingsheng looked down at his son. “Hmm?”

“Why do you have to... have your butt naked... mmph mmph mmph...” Before the boy could finish, Wen Zhixia quickly covered his mouth.

Gu Pingsheng, the main party involved, didn’t mind. After all, it was his home, and even if he wanted to be close to his wife, it wasn’t a problem.

“Tuantuan, what happened just now is a secret, okay?” Wen Zhixia crouched and whispered in the boy’s ear.

Gu Youzhi didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t ask why “Dad was naked and bullying mommy,” but he nodded obediently.

Still, he looked at Gu Pingsheng with displeasure—bullies were bad guys!

Gu Pingsheng lifted the boy up, playfully tousling his cheeks. “Little traitor, already betraying me, huh?”

The boy squirmed his short legs, unwilling to be held, turning his head and looking pitifully at Wen Zhixia.

Gu Pingsheng’s leg hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he couldn’t hold him long and put him down.

Little Youzhi stood on tiptoes, stretching out his arms, cutely wanting a hug. Wen Zhixia hesitated, but Gu Pingsheng behind her said mercilessly, “You’re too heavy; she can’t carry you.”

At the dining table, the little boy wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, refusing to eat.

Wen Zhixia picked up a steamed dumpling for him. He took a bite and then pushed it aside.

Aunt Zhao looked worried. “Is the young master unwell? Doesn’t he like breakfast? Why won’t he eat?”

The boy didn’t answer, but Wen Zhixia seemed to know why. She glanced at Gu Pingsheng, who was eating heartily, and shot him a look. “And you still have appetite.”

If it weren’t for him calling Tuantuan fat, would the boy refuse food?

Gu Pingsheng raised his brows. “He’ll eat when he’s hungry. You can’t spoil kids.”

Wen Zhixia frowned. “Is that how you’re raising him? What if he gets sick from hunger? He’s so little!”

How irresponsible!

“I’m busy and don’t have much time to care for him. Boys need to learn independence quickly. After all...” He paused, looking at Wen Zhixia with a half-smile. “...he doesn’t even care about the ‘mommy’ he keeps calling.”

Wen Zhixia had never seen anyone so shameless. Ignoring him, she turned to the boy. “Tuantuan, don’t listen to him. Eat more so you can grow tall.”

Gu Pingsheng watched her feed the child, lightly twirling his chopsticks.

After breakfast, Gu Pingsheng said he would drive her to work.

Wen Zhixia wanted to refuse, but Gu Pingsheng had already brought Gu Youzhi along. It was nearly impossible to hail a taxi nearby, so she had no choice but to get in.

Gu Youzhi sat beside her in the back seat. Wen Zhixia assumed they were taking the boy out for something and didn’t ask.

Gu Youzhi pulled out a pack of popping candy from his pocket and offered it to her. Wen Zhixia pinched his cheek. “You keep it for yourself.”

“He can’t eat too much candy,” Gu Pingsheng said as the car stopped beneath Wen Zhixia’s building.

Wen Zhixia raised her eyes. “If he can’t eat candy, why do you keep buying him so much?”

Every time she saw the boy, he had candy from his pocket. She thought he just loved sweets.

Gu Pingsheng arched an eyebrow. “Someone started it. Since he got a piece of candy from an unknown source, he’s been stuffing his pockets with sweets.”

He said “unknown source,” but his gaze shifted to her.

Wen Zhixia was momentarily speechless.

“Give it to me,” Gu Pingsheng unbuckled his seatbelt, slowly reclined the seat, and stretched out his hand.

Without thinking, Wen Zhixia handed him the popping candy.

As Gu Pingsheng took it, he beckoned her closer. Before she could resist, his large palm pressed at the back of her neck, their lips met. He stuffed the entire pack of popping candy into his mouth, prying open her lips as countless crackling pops exploded in their mouths.

Wen Zhixia’s eyes went wide, the sensory overload so intense she forgot to push him away.

After a moment, Gu Pingsheng reluctantly released her, chuckling as he pressed a finger to her lips. “Sure enough, the candy is sweet.”

Only then did Wen Zhixia remember herself, shoving him away, pursing her lips, wanting to slap his mischievous face, but instead grabbed her bag and hurriedly opened the door to get out.

It looked like a hasty escape.

Gu Pingsheng watched her hurried steps through the window, his smile broadening.

But then he caught his son’s disapproving and accusing glare: “Dad’s a bad guy! Bad guy!”

Gu Pingsheng covered his mouth and cleared his throat. “Next time, close your eyes.”

Wen Zhixia entered the office building, still flushed, and was met by a familiar face in the lobby.