Chapter 820: Gu Xiaoqi, Do You Love Me?
As he walked briskly past, the wind swept up by his movement felt as sharp as a knife gracing across one’s face.
Looking at the striking crimson bloodstain on his pale, powerful palm, the company’s staff members were instantly petrified.
Not daring to breathe loudly, protecting their breaths, they didn’t even dare let out the slightest sound.
Di Mingjue’s notorious temper was well known, and who would dare provoke him at this time?
Moreover, the aura around him was extremely cold and severe.
In the entire company, only Lan Feng dared to follow behind him with trepidation.
Di Mingjue’s heart was indeed unable to contain the raging anger, churning like turbulent waters, causing his eyes to burn with blood-red fury, devoid of reason.
To be honest, he still felt very confused right now, exceptionally confused.
He didn’t know what he had done wrong.
He had merely asked Gu Qibao for her phone’s passcode, and that warranted such a furious reaction from her?
Claiming that he suspected her?
Heh, even if he did suspect her, so what?
She was his wife, they were husband and wife, and he had the right to inquire about everything about her!
He could reveal everything about himself to her without any hesitation, he could display every aspect of himself to her without any reservation, so why wouldn’t she?
It was just a phone password, what’s the big deal?
Was it worth her flying into such a rage? Biting him and flipping him the bird?
Her reaction was way too abnormal, and he found it utterly nonsensical!
So he thought that she was deliberately picking a fight!
Was she intentionally trying to change the subject?
Was she really trying to cover something up?
If not, then why not just tell him her phone’s passcode?
If there were no secrets, why not tell him, why resent him checking her phone?
His own phone was completely accessible to her, open for her to browse whenever she liked, so why wouldn’t she let him do the same?
The more Di Mingjue thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he felt that something was seriously amiss about the whole situation, from beginning to end.
Gu Qibao’s recent behavior had indeed been somewhat abnormal.
He loved her so much, he adored her deeply, yet she, she had hurt him so!
Di Mingjue kicked open the office door, and without a word, with a perfect visage of divine wrath and human grudge, began furiously smashing up his office.
He simply couldn’t stand such emotions; he needed to vent, to release them.
He loved her so, yet she had hurt him so!
He hadn’t slept all night since yesterday, she had rebuffed him, refused to show affection, she complained that life wasn’t fresh or exciting enough, she wouldn’t let him see her phone!!!
He had tossed and turned the whole night through, his sensitive heart endlessly speculating and pondering.
He had risen early to make her breakfast, nearly blowing up the kitchen, yet she spat out everything she ate!
Was it really the food that was repulsive, or was she disgusted with him?
When he asked for her phone’s passcode, she turned the tables on him, accusing him of doubting her, humiliating her, disrespecting her.
Would he make breakfast for someone he humiliated?
Would he spend the whole night agonizing for someone he didn’t respect?
He, Di Mingjue, had never cherished anyone so deeply, treating them with such tender care.
Even when she was slightly dissatisfied, he often secretly reflected on himself, correcting himself, all because she had once said so many sweet things to him.
He had thought she loved him too, no less than his love for her, but sadly, it seems he was wrong, truly wrong!
Despite his intense anger, anger that had turned his office into a heap of ruins, he still hadn’t lost his temper with her.
The ultimate reason he vented his rage in the office was that he feared he might hurt her if he couldn’t restrain himself.
Laughable, isn’t it?
Ridiculous, right?
Fucking stupid, huh?
Di Mingjue, when did you become such a complete idiot?
Your heart is burning with anger, aching to the point of death, and your wife is flipping you off!
Does she, still love you?
At this thought, Di Mingjue’s hands paused, suddenly drooping powerlessly, Gu Xiaoqi, do you love me?
Really, do you love me?