Part Two: Eastern Land of Sugar, Chapter 243

killed," meant something to those who knew him for years. As long as no one died, anything went.Lu Yaoyao glanced at the time on the car. From when he left to now, it hadn't even been half an hour. W...Is that it

"Oh." She was a little reluctant, but she couldn't tell her now that she had recovered her memories, could she

On his way back to the bedroom, he always kept a half-step distance from her. When they reached the bedroom door, he stood outside and said, "Go in."

"Um."

A rather comical scene, like a first date with the one you used to love, only dropping them off at their doorstep.

"Yāoyao," he suddenly called out to her again.

"Hmm"

"This crown is also to celebrate our wedding anniversary, you may not remember, tomorrow is our anniversary."

"Anniversary Oh, right, thanks." She mumbled, looking down, because it wasn't an act. She genuinely forgot. She just didn't seem like someone who was particularly into ceremonies.

I thought Gu Ruandong was leaving, but he kept standing by the door and asked, "You didn't answer me just now."

What's the answer to

"At 18, did you ever fall in love with me, or even have a little bit of affection for me Yaoyao, I'm seriously pursuing you."

Lu Yaoyao couldn't really answer this question, because she wasn't truly 18 years old, so she didn't know if her 18-year-old self would really fall in love with him.

Therefore, changing the subject, he masked it by saying: "Your way of chasing someone is so unoriginal. You only know how to spend money."

Gu Ruandong didn't expect such an answer. He was fortunate that he hadn't met her when she was 18, otherwise, it was possible that he wouldn't have been able to catch up with her, or even handle her.

"What constitutes being innovative Or what kind of pursuit do you like, I'll learn from you." he asked sincerely.

"That's for you to figure out." She'd never been pursued, so how would she know what kind of pursuit she liked

Having said that, she closed the room door and leaned against it, feeling very pleased. She secretly listened to the noises outside, making sure he was gone before going to the dressing room to carefully remove the crown and admire it for a while. Then she put it back in the jewelry safe beside it.

Although there were many precious pieces of jewelry he frequently sent, which could be found in the safe, none were as valuable as this crown.

She carefully locked the door, feeling a little guilty. She didn't expect Gu Ruandong to pursue her with such extravagance and sincerity.

His advances tonight made her want to surrender. She was starting to push it too far.

But now she's been put there again, stuck between a rock and a hard place. She needs to think of a way to "recover her memory" naturally.

But how to do it naturally without being found out by Gu Ruandong, that shrewd man It really was a difficult task. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep until she finally rolled over several times before drifting off.

On the second anniversary of their marriage, Gu Ruandong originally intended to take a day off to stay home with her. However, unfortunately, there were too many things going on at the company. As he was in charge of such a large group company, he only had the power to freely allocate his time, but the key issue was that there simply wasn't enough time for him to allocate.

As for the turmoil in Sen Bing Group's stock market, as Song Jingye said, he targeted Zhao Tingxing, forcing him out, which was indeed a case of inflicting 1,000 casualties on the enemy and suffering 800 losses to oneself. In a sense, he is similar to Zhao Tingxing, also a gambler, only that he is cunning and waits until victory is in his grasp before placing a bet.

At a morning meeting at Senbing Group, several senior executives couldn't contain themselves.

"If the stock market keeps falling like this, it might be very difficult to recover."

No one expected Zhao Tingxing to be so resilient. He never sold his shares, showing a determination to fight Gu Ruandong to the very end, even if it meant selling everything he had.

Gu Ruandong held his composure. Several executives couldn't stomach it, they just wanted stability and weren't willing to take the risk.

"The outside world is now speculating that Senbing's relationship with the higher-ups has broken down, that they are not receiving orders, and that bankruptcy is only a matter of time," one said.

Many things, Gu Ruandong couldn't bring to light, such as the Song family being a powerful backing for Sen Bing. As long as Song Father was in office, and as long as Song Jingye didn't have any accidents...

Song Jingye's department is in charge of the annual R&D, procurement, and overall development planning for each Jun district. Not to mention bringing back the dead, as long as Zhao Tingxing is out of the picture, Gu Ruandong will have complete control over Senbing Group. He will definitely be able to lead the group to soar and create a new glory.

But these matters cannot be stated openly; they can only be pondered by these high-ranking officials themselves.

Gu Ruan Dong, however, was a cunning old fox. They couldn't possibly fathom his intentions, so they could only rely on their intuition and follow him; he had always been right.

Until the meeting ended, Gu Ruandong only said: "Wait patiently for two more days."

Zhaoting Xing wanted to meet changes with constancy, Gu Ruandong had no choice but to raise the stakes and put some pressure on him.

On his way back from reviewing the situation with the Senbing Group, He Gu looked at Xu Zefang and gave him a call to make some arrangements. Only after hanging up did he put his phone away and allow his brain to relax.

As soon as he arrived at the company, his secretary rushed to report that Mrs. Gu was there, waiting for him in the lounge. His heart skipped a beat and he strode towards the lounge.

No matter how many times she made a surprise visit without notice, it always filled him with joy.

In the lounge, Yaoyao was listlessly playing golf with a club by herself. She had arrived earlier than expected and found out that he was at a meeting at Senbing Group today. Not wanting to disturb him, she refrained from contacting him and patiently waited at Gu's company.

Her ball skills were originally taught to her by Gu Ruandong during their relationship. She was only a mediocre player, and she hadn't touched a ball in a long time, so she played terribly.

When Gu Ruandong came in, he saw her frowning at a table of chess pieces with no way to proceed. He smiled and didn't say anything, not even greeting her. He directly circled her whole body into his arms from behind, using his hand to guide hers, finding the right angle to make the move.

His hands were like magic, hers and the club she held were enchanted, nimble and precise, in the impact, the collision, the balls fell into the hole one by one.

Throughout the entire journey, neither of them spoke a word. They were simply too close. She could feel the powerful beat of his heart against her back and the warmth and moistness of his breath near her ear.

Lu YaoYao completely lost the ability to think for herself.

He held her hand, sometimes using that gesture to strike the ball;

Sometimes, they would interlock fingers from a different angle.

Her body was sometimes upright, and sometimes it would be completely sprawled on the table.

The balls on the table, before he arrived, had been struck by her in a haphazard manner, resulting in some rather awkward angles. Her posture was equally awkward, so much so that she felt embarrassed and her heart skipped a beat.

She straightened up, "You hit the ball yourself."

She wanted to break free from his control.

But he wouldn't let go: "This is the last shot, I want to win with you."

He wouldn't give her a chance to escape. He picked her up in one arm and sat down on the edge of the pool table, leaning sideways.

“This ball, you hit while sitting down, the club straight up and down, hitting that center point.”

The club was always in her hands, Gu Ruandong only assisting her with the swing and adjusting her position. However, she felt like she was his own club, held in his palm and flipped around at will.

She sat, held in his embrace, her hands finding the angle with focused intent. She tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing against his Adam's apple.

She could only feel the person behind her shiver slightly, and a pleasingly low voice came from above her head, "Focus on your game." her this simple question.But of course, no one would pay her any attention.A few days later, she posted another message on her social media, asking with the fearless attitude of someone in the dark:A...