Chapter 87: "You're already an adult—it's no big deal to take a look."

But when he looked over at Luo Xing, he saw her little face flushed bright red, clutching her chopsticks with a wandering gaze, and suspicion crept into his heart.

Damn it, why did Yi Chuan send that message now of all times—right when Luo Xing was using the computer? Was it intentional?

He let out a heavy breath and set his chopsticks down.

“You go ahead and eat.”

Luo Xing mumbled a reply, her mouth stuffed full of rice.

Anyone who knew Luo Xing well was aware that whenever she got embarrassed, she tended to find all sorts of things to busy herself with—be it endlessly shoveling rice into her mouth, rubbing her hands together, or fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

Her head was nearly buried in her bowl. Only when Gu Shiyan walked away did she sneak a glance back at him.

Gu Shiyan entered the study and closed the door behind him with a practiced hand.

Luo Xing’s heart pounded even faster. Could he possibly know she had seen his files?

She swallowed her mouthful of rice with difficulty, but decided to feign ignorance and just keep eating.

Gu Shiyan turned on the computer. His eyes fixed on the screen, Adam’s apple bobbing—sure enough, the file had already been accepted.

Did she see it or not?

His gaze flickered as he moved the mouse to check the volume.

The volume was set to zero.

That confirmed it—Luo Xing had indeed watched it.

He clenched his jaw, lips pressed into a straight line.

Finally, he could let go of his anxiety.

Another message from Li Zhao appeared on his phone.

[Bro? Did Chuan’er send it to you?]

Gu Shiyan pressed his tongue to his cheek as he typed one-handed.

[He did.]

An emoji popped up in response.

[Did you watch it?]

Gu Shiyan’s lips twitched as he replied.

[I didn’t watch it. Luo Xing did.]

The other side’s “typing” notification flickered on and off for ages, before finally sending a single embarrassed emoji.

Gu Shiyan turned off the computer and sat back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment.

He got up and left the room.

Luo Xing had already finished her bowl of rice, still chewing the last mouthful.

“Slow down. What’s the rush?” he said calmly, sitting back down.

“Gu—Gu Shiyan, maybe you should just take me home?” Luo Xing stammered.

In her fluster, she forgot that it was a bit inappropriate for her—a woman—to be alone in a man’s home.

Suddenly, Gu Shiyan leaned over, bringing himself close to Luo Xing.

She looked up, meeting his gaze. Instantly, those mortifying images flashed through her mind again.

She could even recall... Gu Shiyan’s...

Back at Grandpa Gu’s house, she’d gone into the wrong room. That time, Gu Shiyan had only a towel wrapped around his waist, his abs sharply defined and beads of water clinging to his skin...

Her nose was flicked lightly.

Luo Xing snapped back to herself. “I’m a little hot!” she blurted out, standing up and fanning herself with her hand.

Gu Shiyan watched her face and neck flush all the way to her ears, a smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s fine if you saw it,” he said lightly.

Luo Xing shot him a glare. “What did I see? I didn’t see anything!”

Gu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, sliding his finger in front of her.

Luo Xing swallowed hard, the sound audible.

“You’re an adult. There’s nothing wrong with seeing something like that.”

Her face turned crimson in an instant. She gritted her teeth. “Pervert.”

She strode over to the couch and plopped down, muttering another curse at him.

“Finished your work?” Gu Shiyan asked, seeing how red her face was and deciding not to tease her further.

“Yeah,” she replied, staring determinedly out the window.

Gu Shiyan nodded. “I’ll be using the study then.”

But as he turned to go, Luo Xing suddenly called after him, her expression awkward. “Wait! You...”

Gu Shiyan looked back, waiting patiently as she struggled to get the words out. He pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow. “Me?”

She bit her lip, face still red, and asked, “You’re not going to... in that place... where I was sitting, are you?”

He frowned, trying to parse her meaning, and then finally realized what she was implying.

A laugh escaped him. “What are you thinking? I’m using the computer to work on some drawings. Xu Yan’s been nagging me in the group chat.”

Luo Xing went quiet, turning her back to him.

The room fell into a hush, Gu Shiyan’s teasing laughter still echoing in her ears.

Trying to appear composed, she settled on the sofa.

Gu Shiyan, noticing her discomfort, retreated to the study and left her the living room.

Luo Xing scrolled through her phone, reading the news.

There was an article about a collaboration between Kesheng Corporation and Lu Corporation.

Lu Corporation was that of Lu Yuanyi.

She clicked in to read further, then browsed some of the comments.

[No bidding? They just picked Lu Corporation outright? Are the two companies merging through marriage or something?]

[I heard it was all handled by the Gu family’s youngest grandson.]

[That was quick. Even if things move fast, it should take a few months, right?]

But Luo Xing knew their identities well. So, Gu Shiyan had really gone to the capital recently to help Qi Zhi dissolve his contract.

In just half a month, he’d done all that—even collapsing from exhaustion and being hospitalized.

She felt a pang of irritation and closed the news app, unsure what to do with herself.

Back home, she would usually be reading literature at this hour.

Gu Shiyan emerged from the study to see Luo Xing standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside, neon lights flickered across the skyline.

“Grandpa’s sent word,” Gu Shiyan said as he approached her. “The other side wants shares in Kesheng.”

Luo Xing frowned. “Chairman of Kesheng is Grandpa Gu. Will he agree?”

Gu Shiyan’s lips curled faintly. “You know, I think in Grandpa’s heart, no one compares to your grandmother now.”

Luo Xing suddenly remembered the bracelet Grandpa Gu had entrusted to her. She’d actually forgotten all about it!

She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Grandma must be alright,” she murmured. “I haven’t finished what Grandpa asked me to do yet.”

Gu Shiyan stood by her side, busy replying to messages on his phone.

“Go ahead and get back to work, don’t worry about me,” Luo Xing said, clutching her phone as she headed to the guest room Gu Shiyan had arranged for her.

“Oh, I need to go back tomorrow to get my tablet and laptop.”

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” he replied.

She didn’t refuse. Just as she was about to enter her room, she doubled back and looked at Gu Shiyan. “One more thing! My being here stays a secret—no one can know, especially Shen Que!”

The slight smile in Gu Shiyan’s eyes faded.

He regarded her for a long moment without speaking.

Luo Xing met his gaze. “What, you don’t agree?”

He suppressed the heaviness in his chest. “Alright. It’s a secret.”

After all, he was just someone she couldn’t let others know about.

Only then did Luo Xing go into her room and shut the door.

Gu Shiyan returned to his room to get back to work without pause.

Grandpa was merciless—he’d helped Gu Shiyan with one small favor, and in return, dumped a mountain of business on him.

Not that he cared if he worked himself to death.

He finished the drawings Xu Yan had been pestering him for, then began working through the documents Assistant Song had sent.

A surveillance video popped up on his phone.

Gu Shiyan tapped to watch—it showed the area outside Luo Xing’s door.

Just as Grandpa had warned, Gu Ming had sent someone to act. One grandmother wasn’t enough—he wanted to drag Luo Xing into it as well.