The main difference, though, was that he couldnāt just drag her onto the bed and teach her a hard lesson without any explanation, as he used to do.
He could only endure.
Eleven didnāt mention his engagement to Shang Muxue, acting as if she knew nothing.
Their relationship had changed, but one thing remained the same: she wouldnāt ask unnecessary questions.
However, if Eleven didnāt bring it up, Gu Liancheng didnāt plan to explain either.
It was a boring topic that would only alter the atmosphere in the room if mentioned.
Eleven did not understand the financial news, she mumbled: "Did you know that Grandpa Jiu started watching financial news last year? I still donāt understand all the professional jargon, but he seems to enjoy it thoroughly. I always thought heād be fine if he followed you, and you insensitively had him start from scratch, but I didnāt teach him... Is it innate?"
She had always thought it would be fine if the children were safe and sound. Whether they would be successful in the future would be up to their own fate. But everything seemed predestined. Itās likely that Jiujiu would inevitably become something she had never anticipated.
Eleven casually rambled on: "Thatās why sometimes you just have to believe in fate. Who would have guessed that I would have your child? We are from two separate worlds, the overlap is a one-in-a-million chanceā"
She was peeling an apple for him. When she didnāt hear him respond, she turned to look. He was propped against the bed with his eyes closed, likely asleep. Consequently, she didnāt continue.
Once upon a time, any single choice she made differently would have branched them off into different paths, and they would never intersect.
She labeled this result as fate.
Looking at Gu Liancheng with his brows furrowed, Eleven shook her head.
Even in his sleep, he was still frowning.
Eleven leaned over, gently smoothed the furrow between his eyebrows. Only then was she satisfied. He looked much better without frowning. "Havenāt all the problems been solved? And in the end, you got the woman you wanted. What are you worrying about?"
As Wen Qianxi said, she had given him an injection to lower his fever, but since she did not dare to give him the full dose, it had not had the deserved effect. She touched his forehead; it was still hot.
If his fever did not subside tonight, regardless of the circumstances, he would have to be sent to the hospital. It wouldnāt be good if he died from fever at home.
Wen Qianxi called her, she walked out to answer, not wanting to disturb his sleep.
"Has he gotten any better?"
"It doesnāt look like it. A shot in the butt would have been better."
"Probably still feels strange."
Eleven didnāt reply.
If she did not know about that thing, she might have said there was nothing strange about it. But now that she knew, she chose silence.
Wen Qianxi didnāt say anything else, just worried if Eleven could handle taking care of this big man alone. Eleven politely refused her help. She would not do anything inappropriate.
She figured if she called Wen Qianxi over, he would be upset but wouldnāt know how to voice his complaints. Hence, itās better to avoid the situation altogether, right?
While Gu Liancheng was resting, Eleven didnāt have anything else to do. So she went to his study to find a book to read for the day.
While browsing the bookshelf, she wondered if there might be a copy of the book she came across in the hospital.
She looked through carefully, but didnāt find anything. Was she overthinking?
The housekeeper had finished preparing lunch and came up to call her downstairs. Eleven responded, just as she was finishing a book. She put it back in its original spot. As she tried to nudge it in further to make it look neater, she felt something seem to click into place.
As she was perplexed, a secret compartment slowly opened on her left among the two rows of bookshelves.