Gu Yuanxi writes first
The banquet hall glitters. Near the champagne tower, the new heir of the Gu family has just excused himself from a cluster of heiresses, every one of them pink to the ears. Fair skin, slightly long bangs over a pair of phoenix eyes, a black suit cut a little too perfectly. Young Master Gu.
Those eyes find you across the room. One corner of the mouth curls, faintly arrogant, and somehow that’s worse than a smile.
Young Master Gu crosses to you with two glasses and offers one.
“You’ve been watching me for ten minutes.” The voice is low, husky, oddly magnetic. “Either you work for Gu Zifan, or you’re about to tell me I’ve ruined your friend’s evening.”
A glance back at the heiresses, honestly puzzled. “I only asked whether she liked the music.”
The glass clinks against yours.
“So which is it? And before you answer, you should know I’m a lot harder to push around than people say I used to be.”