๐Ÿ’ฎ Chapter 1: What right do you have to come in?

Yifeng District was a well-known high-end residential area of โ€‹โ€‹class and luxury.


In front of a gorgeous European classical villa, a black Audi Q7 slowly drove into the yard, parking by.


"Sir, you're back."ย 


The butler Xu Shu respectfully greeted him as he took the car key.


"Yes." Wen Niannan took off his jacket and rubbed his neck before walking into the house. Then he paused, asking what was wondering on his mind.


"Is he back?"


The butler replied after a moment of surprise: "Yes, the master came back at noon. The plane arrived overnight, now he's resting in the study."


Wen Niannan hurried to the second floor after hearing the reply he was hoping for. While he walked, he thought that he hadn't seen Gu Yansheng for a whole week, he missed him very much but he chose not to show it on his face.


After stopping at the entrance of the study, Wen Niannan raised his hand to knock on the door but something caught his mind, slowly he lowered his hand, pressing his palm, then he knocked on the door softly.


"Yansheng."


Wen Niannan didn't get a response after calling out.


"Yansheng, can I come in?"


There was still no response in the room. Wen Niannan gently opened the door, walking in. What caught his eye was the sleepy face of a man who was leaning on the sofa.


Wen Niannan walked without making noise and squatted down to look at his delicate and beautiful face for a long time, stretched out his hand to caress his face muttering: "When will you care for me..."


Wen Niannan walked to the window to close it. He picked up the documents scattered on the floor and looked up at the picture frame on the table.


In the photo, two teenagers were sitting in front of the piano, both of them looking at the camera with radiant smiles.


Wen Niannan showed a bitter smile. He obviously recognized those two people. One was his husband who had been married for three years, Gu Yansheng, the head of the Gu family, and the other was the person his husband had always loved in his heart...


"Who allowed you to come in?" A strong voice full of magnetism could be heard.


Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Niannan quickly turned around wanting to put the photo frame back in its place, but because of the tension, the photo frame couldn't be held firmly, it fell to the ground with a snap.


"I...I'm not...I just couldn't hold it firmly, I didn't mean it." Wen Niannan quickly turned around to apologize kneeling to pick up the broken frame.


Gu Yansheng stepped forward and pushed Wen Niannan away. He quickly picked up the photo, checking it. After confirming that the photo inside was intact, he felt relieved.


Wen Niannan was pushed backing off a few steps, looking at the picture of Gu Yansheng, he was a baby back then, but now, it was ironic but enviable.


Slap!


A loud slap in the face interrupted the silence in the study.


Wen Niannan's face was harshly slapped to one side, he was taken aback for a moment, when he reacted, he slowly turned his face to look at Gu Yansheng who was sullen and angry at him.


Gu Yansheng grabbed his collar, shouting: "What right do you have to come in here? Who allows you to touch my things, do you hate him so much? Even if all his traces in this house disappear, I won't like you a little bit!"


Gu Yansheng felt that the man in front of him was extremely hypocritical. The lover he had been in love for so many years suddenly disappeared after breaking up, with no news of him...


Seeing that person start to tremble again from his touch, Gu Yansheng became even angrier.


"If it wasn't for my mother who forces me to came back, do you think I would come home to see your hypocritical look? I feel sick looking at your shitty face." After saying that, he let go of him with disgust...


"I just wanted to see you. You haven't come back from the business trip for a week...I missed you very much," said Wen Niannan with a pitiful grin.


"Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"


Bang!


Wen Niannan turned his back, closing the door, he looked at his bleeding hand that was cut by a piece of the broken glass, a bit of bitterness began to spread in his heart.

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