Chapter 147: Return Sister Nuannuan's Position to Her

Around eleven o'clock, Luo Xing was picked up by Gu Shiyan’s associates and taken to a villa in the bay.

It was said that Gu Shiyan had specifically commissioned new blueprints and renovations for this villa, wanting her to see if she liked it; he would be joining her there for lunch at noon.

Upon arrival, Luo Xing immediately recognized the signature style of Crise, a renowned French designer and her personal favorite. Unlike designers who chase superficial extravagance, Crise was known for adding a unique sense of domestic warmth to clean, spacious environments.

The two-story villa even featured a custom conservatory. It was perfectly sized, and all the furniture had already been moved in. Luo Xing had once mentioned that her previous home felt too large and cold, so Gu Shiyan had chosen this smaller bay-front villa. Opening the windows revealed a stunning seascape, where the deep blue water seemed to merge seamlessly with the azure sky.

"How is it? Sir mentioned that if there is anything you are unsatisfied with, please feel free to speak up," a domestic assistant said, standing nearby with a phone in hand, ready to record any feedback.

Behind the assistant, the designer’s head associate stood in anxious anticipation. Every detail had been finalized; making changes now would be a massive headache. They had already gone through dozens of revisions—Luo Xing had been quite the demanding client—but the pay was too generous to turn down. The team had no choice but to cater to the benefactor.

They had expected the mistress of the house to be just as difficult, but to their surprise, she simply nodded. "I'm very satisfied! It's wonderful."

Luo Xing praised the design several times, leaving the associate momentarily speechless. In their experience, the more money a client had, the more demanding they became—especially those who were accustomed to the finer things in life.

"That... that is excellent. If that's the case, may I return to report the completion?" the associate asked with a smile.

Luo Xing nodded and had someone see him out. She then told the domestic assistant that she didn't need to be followed and would look around the house herself.

Because Gu Shiyan had planned for lunch to be served at the new house, he had sent staff to prepare. Hearing some movement downstairs, Luo Xing didn't think much of it, assuming it was just the servants.

As she wandered through the rooms, she noticed a large pink box in the corner, tied with an enormous ribbon. *A gift?*

Luo Xing smiled, untied the ribbon, and opened the box with delight. She froze, stunned to find it filled to the brim with various adult toys.

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Luo Xing bit her lip. Her intuition told her this wasn't Gu Shiyan’s style, but his suggestive behavior from the previous night made her doubt herself.

She fell into deep thought and pulled a card out from the pile of scandalous items.

*Ji Rutang:*
*Yan, a wedding gift for you, no need to thank me! ~..~*
*(The dog collar was a gift from that brat Lu Xingjian—it'll help you keep Sister Xing on a tight leash, hehe! ~..~)*

Luo Xing: "..." *I have absolutely no intention of keeping a dog.*

She had spent the previous night pulling an all-nighter to finish the materials her advisor gave her on mechanical physics. That morning, because Ms. Jiang wasn't feeling well, she had woken up early to help her with her rehabilitation exercises.

She hadn't even put on any makeup before coming here. Remembering she was having lunch with Gu Shiyan, she pulled the few cosmetics she had in her bag to touch up. She had just finished applying her cushion foundation and was holding her lipstick when she heard a commotion at the door.

"Ma'am, someone outside is demanding to see you," a servant said.

Luo Xing frowned. "I just arrived; who could possibly be looking for me?"

"I don't know how they found us. We haven't been assigned security yet, and since there are only two of us servants here, we couldn't stop them. They're being held in the living room. What should we do?"

"Did they say why they're here?" Luo Xing asked, applying lipstick and pressing her lips together in the mirror.

"They said they're looking for you... They seem to be from the Gu family. I'm new here, so I'm not sure, but he said his name is Gu Qingyuan."

Luo Xing couldn't recall anyone by that name. She washed her hands and slowly dried them with a paper towel. "Did you call Gu Shiyan?" Being from the Gu family, he should be the first point of contact.

"I did, but Assistant Song answered. He said he's currently at a roadshow for a new project, and with the media present, he can't leave."

Luo Xing tossed the paper towel into the bin. "Very well, I'll go down."

As she headed downstairs, she instinctively grabbed the whip from the pink box. Upon reaching the living room, she realized there wasn't just one person, but four—all wearing luxurious, British-style school uniforms.

The leader resembled Gu Shiyan slightly; it had to be Gu Qingyuan.

"Can I help you?" Luo Xing glanced at him, sensing immediately that they were here for trouble.

The three people across from her—two boys and a girl—looked at her with open hostility, their gazes lingering on the whip in her hand. Luo Xing, annoyed that they might ruin her lunch, calmly sat down on the sofa.

Seeing the woman ignore him to sit on the sofa and leisurely pick up a piece of mango from a fruit platter, Gu Qingyuan lost his composure. "So, you're the one who registered your marriage with my cousin?"

Luo Xing arched an eyebrow. "Isn't Gu Shiyan an only child? When did he get a younger brother?"

Gu Qingyuan looked at her with a haughty, disdainful expression and laughed. "A woman who used a will to force my cousin to marry her wouldn't know our family affairs, of course. I'm his cousin."

Luo Xing nodded in realization. That explained why he looked familiar; she had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at the funeral. If he was a cousin, he must be the child of one of Grandfather Gu’s other sons.

"What you are is none of my business, and what does that have to do with me?" Luo Xing put down the fruit fork and leaned back against the sofa, observing the three of them.

The girl behind Gu Qingyuan stepped forward. "You stole Sister Wen’s place! Brother Gu doesn't like you at all."

The bespectacled boy next to her added, "Exactly. If you’re smart, you’ll hurry up and give Sister Wennuan back her place."

Luo Xing looked at the three indignant high schoolers and finally understood: they were fanatical "shippers" of Gu Shiyan and Wennuan.

The domestic assistant, also new to the job, realized these three were not to be trifled with. Fearing for Luo Xing, he stammered, "You three, there must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Gu Shiyan personally had me bring her here." He emphasized the words "Gu Shiyan" and "personally."

Gu Qingyuan stared coldly at Luo Xing. "My cousin was already engaged to Sister Wennuan. If the Wen family hadn't run into trouble, they would be married by now. You don't belong here. Until Sister Wennuan returns, I won't let someone like you take her place."

"Oh, so you're in love with that Wennuan girl?" Luo Xing shrugged, a mocking, provocative smile on her face.

"You!"