PPS Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Locked Up

Gu Yusen only walked down the stairs again after hearing the silence below.

Gu Yusen counted the light spots projected onto the floor tiles by the crystal chandelier, and it wasn’t until the twelfth shift of light and shadow that the crisp sound of a teacup gently tapping downstairs finally ceased.

He leaned on the mahogany banister and looked down. His mother sat alone on a peacock blue velvet sofa, the entangled lotus pattern on her cheongsam gleaming coldly in the twilight.

“Willing to come down?” Madam Gu didn’t look up. The Junshan Yinzhen tea floating in the celadon lidded bowl had already cooled. “The Xie family is already preparing for Chu Zhaoyi’s inclusion in the family tree.”

“Yeah, I roughly know. I’ve talked to A-Yi, and in the end, A-Yi decided to return to the Xie family. The Xie family also knows about this.”

Originally, he planned to return to the Xie family for a meal on the weekend, but now that Chu Zhaoyi had confirmed his return, this meal naturally became Chu Zhaoyi’s welcome-back banquet.

He didn’t need to eagerly tag along to attend their family banquet anymore.

After all, the Gu family was also on the guest list.

The Xie family had been hoping for Chu Zhaoyi to acknowledge his ancestors, and now that Chu Zhaoyi had agreed, they were naturally eager to announce it to the world.

“Leaving aside the Xie family, they still have a daughter, so they will always have descendants. But Grandpa Zhang has been rigid and serious his whole life, seeking nothing but a happy and complete family for the younger generation. He probably won’t tolerate your relationship.”

Madam Gu’s words were true. Grandpa Zhang had been aloof his whole life, possessing the spirit of a scholar, but he was also the most pedantic.

Gu Yusen thought for a moment, if this old man stood in front of Chu Zhaoyi and said these words to him, what would Chu Zhaoyi’s reaction be?

He would definitely furrow his brow and look at the old man in front of him with a puzzled expression: “What’s it to you?”

Then he would complain to him about this matter, unhappy.

Chu Zhaoyi would always choose him firmly. In his world, Gu Yusen was always the most important.

“Mom, since I’ve already come this far, I’m not joking.” The love Gu Yusen returned to Chu Zhaoyi was naturally also 100% sincere.

Madam Gu rubbed her brow wearily.

She had said everything that needed to be said before. In the study that noon, she and her husband had talked with Gu Yusen for over an hour, and in the end, her husband had become so angry that he had brought out the family rules that hadn’t been used in years.

How could she not feel heartache when the whip landed on her son’s body?

Logically speaking, she should have kept them both from going home that night, even to prevent the development of their relationship, but in the end, she had been too soft-hearted.

But now, she had no choice but to harden her heart.

Madam Gu closed her eyes, suppressed her emotions, and when she opened them again, she was no longer Gu Yusen’s mother, but the matriarch of the Gu family.

“Butler!” Madam Gu’s voice was like a sharp paper cutter, slicing through the silence of the twilight.

Before Gu Yusen could react, bodyguards in black suits had already strode over from the entrance. Their leather shoes made dull thuds on the marble floor.

“Mother!” Gu Yusen took a step back, his back against the carved railing of the spiral staircase. The cold metal patterns pressed against his spine. For many years, his parents had a harmonious relationship. Although he was a son of a wealthy family, the affection his parents gave him was similar to that of an ordinary family, and his family ties were not weakened because of the so-called big family.

Therefore, he did not expect that Madam Gu was really serious this time.

The first bodyguard to pounce was pinned against the wall with his wrist twisted back. The crystal chandelier reflected intertwined shadows on the wall. As Gu Yusen kicked away the second person, the third bodyguard’s electric baton had already touched his lower back.

“Young Master, pardon us.”

In the instant the electric current surged through his spine, Gu Yusen vaguely saw that snowy night when he was twelve years old. He insisted on seeing the aurora borealis at two in the morning, and his father immediately arranged for a private plane. His mother held him, wrapped in a mink blanket, and breathed on him: “Anything Sanmu wants, even the stars in the sky can be plucked.”

A bloody taste rose in his throat, and he staggered, smashing a Qing Dynasty famille rose vase. As the broken porcelain pierced his palm, he heard his mother’s trembling voice shouting to stop: “Be gentle! Don’t hurt him!”

The four bodyguards took the opportunity to pin him to the ground. Gu Yusen’s cheek was pressed against the cold marble floor as he saw his mother’s cheongsam hem swaying before his eyes. The gold-threaded peony was stained with his blood, like red plums blooming in the snow.