Mistakenly Seen as a Scumbag by My Wife with Seven Personalities - Chapter 25

I want to eat, Teacher. Looking down, her ear tips flushed as her lips curved.

Looking down, her ear tips flushed as her lips curved into a smile. Gazing at the chat history with her wife, Gu Fei’s heart skipped a beat. She stood up, grabbed the shopping bag beside her, and left the restaurant.

As she walked out, she sent a message to her secretary to arrange the following morning’s work.

Although Zhou Ping’s background check didn’t show any obvious connection between her and Qin Qingwei, the ambiguous words she had spoken to Gu Fei at the company earlier still weighed on Gu Fei’s mind.

The only people who should be under the misconception that the Gu Group Chairman’s girlfriend was “cheating” with an actress were Qin Qingwei’s manager and that assistant.

How did Zhou Ping know?

And just to deliver a piece of news that didn’t even have a shred of evidence, she had waited in the lobby all afternoon.

Even Feng Qian, the manager, probably wouldn’t have that much patience.

While setting her navigation for the hotel where Song Yanran was staying, Gu Fei called the manager of the brand department responsible for the current advertisement.

“Is the filming for the new product advertisement starting today?”

“Yes, Chairman Gu. This shoot will last three days in total, and the location is in the neighboring city.”

The manager who answered the phone didn’t quite understand the intent behind Gu Fei’s call but responded dutifully.

Gu Fei glanced calmly at the navigation route and turned at the next intersection.

“Are you sure? I heard the director in charge of the shoot isn’t on-site today.”

“This…” The manager instinctively fell silent, feeling a bit guilty. “I’m sorry, Chairman Gu. Director Zhou suddenly had something come up, so the start of the shoot was pushed to tomorrow morning.”

“I see,” Gu Fei replied flatly. She didn’t speak for a moment, and just as the manager sensed the low pressure of her silence and was about to explain further, Gu Fei spoke again.

“Why was the choice made to collaborate with a film director?”

Gu Fei didn’t mean to make things difficult for the manager; she was genuinely perplexed. According to the data she had just seen, Zhou Ping was clearly a director from a film background.

While she had won an award once, for a commercial advertisement like this, there were clearly many more experienced and senior directors in the country. There was no reason to seek out a director with zero experience in this field.

“…This was your sister’s suggestion.” After a few seconds of silence, the manager responded hesitantly.

Gu Fei’s brows twitched slightly, and she pursed her lips. “Fine, I understand.”

After hanging up, Gu Fei continued to drive quickly and steadily, her mind rapidly organizing her thoughts.

Zhou Ping had lived abroad for a long time and only returned half a month ago.

And Gu Lian had also gone abroad a month ago.

The place where the two stayed happened to be the same country.

When the car arrived at the hotel in the neighboring city, it was already three hours later.

In the deep night, Gu Fei got out of the car and walked toward the hotel lobby. The hotel was also a property of the Gu Group, but after standing at the front desk and thinking for a moment, she decided to message her wife.

A few seconds later, Song Yanran, who was sitting on the sofa drafting a new article, received a “long-awaited” message from Gu Fei.

Song Yanran instinctively bit her lip and glanced at the large blank space on her computer screen. She had planned to write two articles tonight, but after cutting off the video call with Gu Fei, she had only managed to write two paragraphs in three hours.

Particularly when Gu Fei didn’t show up for “class” punctually at eight, Song Yanran’s heart had become completely unsettled. She had sat blankly on the sofa for an entire hour without writing another single word.

Pressing her fingertips on the keyboard, Song Yanran planned to respond to Gu Fei’s words, pretending that everything was decent so they could continue the lesson. As for the words she had blurted out three hours ago, she would treat them as if they had never happened…

But Gu Fei didn’t give her the chance.

Before Song Yanran’s reply could be sent, Gu Fei, who was eager to see her wife, sent a second message: [I’m at the hotel. What’s your room number?]

Song Yanran’s brows furrowed in confusion. She didn’t immediately understand what Gu Fei meant.

Room number…

Couldn’t they just start a video call directly? Did they need to create an online meeting room on a work app?

Thinking of Gu Fei’s consistently serious work ethic, Song Yanran felt she understood. Video conferences on work apps could be replayed; Gu Fei probably wanted to review the lesson later…

Song Yanran, her mind filled with nothing but proper thoughts, pursed her lips and prepared to download another app from the store. Since Gu Fei was so studious, she would naturally satisfy her.

A few minutes later, Gu Fei, who was waiting in the lobby and starting to feel a bit hungry, received a link from her wife.

“?”

Confused, Gu Fei clicked it and had a “sweet” encounter with her wife in the newly created online meeting room.

“…Teacher Song, is this your room?” Gu Fei couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked at the tiny Song Yanran on her phone screen.

Her wife was just too cute. She didn’t just send a room number; she practically moved the whole room to her.

“Didn’t you… mean it like this?” Looking at the smile in Gu Fei’s eyes, Song Yanran was momentarily lost.

“Mmh, I did mean that.” Gu Fei nodded, following her wife’s lead, and blinked. “But I still prefer face-to-face communication with my teacher. You know my foundation is poor, Teacher Song; I need your close-range guidance.”

“…”

This time, Song Yanran completely understood the deeper meaning behind the words. Her face suddenly flushed. Looking at the background behind Gu Fei in the video, she finally realized—Gu Fei had come to find her.

Her heart began to race uncontrollably. Song Yanran stared fixedly at Gu Fei on the screen. By the time she snapped out of it, she had already walked to the door of her room.

And Gu Fei was standing just a step away outside the door, smiling at her.

“I’m an hour late. I hope Teacher Song isn’t angry.”

“…Come in.”

With her lips moving softly, Song Yanran, dressed in a light, thin nightgown, stepped aside to make way. As Gu Fei passed by her, the heat in Song Yanran’s neck continued to rise.

Gu Fei casually placed the shopping bag she had been carrying onto the sofa. She saw the laptop on the table and leaned over slightly to look at the screen. The rigorous and serious course materials made her smile instinctively.

“Is class starting now, Teacher Song?”

Looking up at Song Yanran a few steps away, Gu Fei sat down on the sofa and took out a pen and notebook she had just bought at a convenience store downstairs.

“Did you come here just for a lesson?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Song Yanran gave a low hum of acknowledgment, pretending not to notice how close Gu Fei was. She kept a natural expression while opening the page where she was drafting her article.

“Since you were late, I’ve already made other arrangements, so…” She paused. Sensing Gu Fei’s light, shallow breath in such close proximity, Song Yanran’s eyelashes trembled as she added, “Tonight’s lesson is canceled. We’ll change it to morning self-study tomorrow.”

“…Oh.”

Gu Fei silently tucked her notebook and pen away. She sat quietly beside her without moving further, simply leaning back against the sofa and gazing softly at Song Yanran’s profile.

“…You can go wash up and get some rest early.”

A few minutes later, seeing that the person beside her remained seated without a sound, Song Yanran unwilling to admit she felt bad for her couldn’t help but urge her.

“Has Teacher Song washed up yet?”

“Yes.”

Thinking Gu Fei was looking for an opportunity for intimacy, Song Yanran responded with a flush, though her mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene when Gu Fei had burst into the bathroom last time.

Watching the deepening red on Song Yanran’s ears, Gu Fei’s eyes crinkled in a silent, playful smile, though her voice remained perfectly innocent.

“But I didn’t bring any change of clothes, Teacher, can I wear yours?”

“…”

Suspecting deeply that she was doing this on purpose, Song Yanran remained silent for a moment, glancing at the paper bag Gu Fei had brought. Sensing her thoughts, Gu Fei candidly reached into the bag and pulled the items out.

Several pieces of lingerie in various styles fell between them.

“Does Teacher want me to come out wearing just this?”

“…”

Restraining her inner agitation, Song Yanran averted her gaze. Her eyes drifted aimlessly toward the computer screen, where she couldn’t process a single word.

“The clothes are in the closet. Find them yourself.”

“Thank you, Teacher.”

Only after Gu Fei stepped into the bathroom did Song Yanran look back at the scattered lingerie with an awkward expression. Even with just a cursory glance, she recognized that the styles Gu Fei brought were identical to the sets in her own suitcase.

“…”

Undoubtedly, this was a “matching couple” kink between Gu Fei and the other personalities. Thinking this, Song Yanran’s heart instantly cooled. She looked away with a cold face and began to write her article with sudden, fluent clarity.

By the time Gu Fei emerged, Song Yanran had successfully finished her first piece. Gu Fei, fresh from her shower, didn’t notice that her wife was “drinking vinegar” (jealous) again. Instead, as her body relaxed, she began to feel the pangs of hunger.

Fortunately, when she bought the pen and notebook downstairs, she had also picked up some bread and milk. Sitting down next to Song Yanran, feeling relaxed in both mind and body, Gu Fei pulled a carton of milk from the bag. She sat cross-legged beside her wife and began to drink quietly.

“…Did you not eat dinner?”

Hearing the movement, Song Yanran’s typing slowed. She turned her head to look at her.

Blinking, Gu Fei instinctively sat up straighter and told a soft lie. “I did. I was at the restaurant when we video-called.”

Song Yanran frowned slightly, watching her for several seconds until Gu Fei began to feel guilty. Then, Song Yanran took the milk—which Gu Fei had only taken one sip of—and picked up the bread, heading toward the small kitchenette in the suite.

“There is no need to lie to me.” As she poured the milk into a small pot for heating, Song Yanran locked eyes with Gu Fei from across the room. “I am not the other personalities. I won’t feel sorry for you because of this.”

“Oh…” Gu Fei bit her lip. Walking barefoot across the carpeted floor, she slowly approached her. With a soft and serious expression, she asked, “Then what is Teacher Song doing right now?”

Before Song Yanran could respond, Gu Fei answered for her with a smile. “You’re caring for your student, aren’t you?”

“…Yes,” Song Yanran whispered, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked down at the milk beginning to simmer in the pot.

“Will Teacher Song satisfy all of her student’s needs?”

As she took the glass filled with warm milk from Song Yanran, Gu Fei took the opportunity to catch her fingertips.

“…As long as it’s reasonable.” Song Yanran spoke with feigned composure, looking at their entwined fingers and tentatively trying to pull her hand back from Gu Fei’s palm.

Gu Fei smiled silently and loosened her grip, looking down as she sipped the warm milk. It wasn’t until Song Yanran prepared to leave her side that Gu Fei suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist. She slid her hand down inch by inch until their fingers were tightly locked.

When Song Yanran stiffened and tried to break free, Gu Fei hugged her from behind. She nuzzled into the side of her neck with a lingering affection and whispered a plea.

“I want Teacher to stay with me. Is this request reasonable?”

After a long silence, Song Yanran unable to break free replied in a dry voice, “I am not them, Gu Fei.”

She intended to pull away from Gu Fei’s embrace firmly, but she froze when she heard the hidden vulnerability and helplessness in Gu Fei’s voice.

“But I really want you to stay with me.”

Leaning against her shoulder with reddened eyes, Gu Fei carefully pressed a light kiss onto her fair neck. Sensing Song Yanran’s body go rigid, Gu Fei bit her lip and proactively released the arms wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry!” Realizing her emotions were exceptionally fragile tonight, Gu Fei bit her lip hard. She sighed regretfully in her heart and apologized in a low voice, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I—”

Before she could finish, Song Yanran turned around and took her hand.

“How do you want me to stay with you?”

In the quiet room, Song Yanran turned off all the lights as they got into bed.

Gu Fei nuzzled into her embrace, surrounded by the rich floral scent of her wife. When she could no longer restrain herself and a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, she whispered a tentative request.

“Teacher, can I eat a little?”

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