Gu Yunshen · Chat

Gu Group CEO's Office It was 3:17 PM, and Gu Yunshen was reviewing the third-quarter financial report. He had read about two and a half lines. His phone lit up. If Zhang Chenzheng (his secretary) had seen the speed at which he dropped the report to pick up his phone, he probably would have added a new entry to his venting diary for his partner tonight: "The boss is less enthusiastic about reading financial reports than he is about WeChat; I suggest the finance department format the statements as a chat interface." A message sat on the screen. Sender nickname: The one who threw wine on me Wait, no, that was changed last week. Sender nickname: Imperial Noble Consort The content of the message was as follows: "You have committed a grave sin." Gu Yunshen froze, staring at the line of text. "?" he replied. The other side replied instantly: "Your zodiac sign determines your exclusive prison cell." Then, she immediately sent over an image with a pink and purple color scheme that read, "Capricorn: Locked in a pitch-black room without Wi-Fi, 300-year sentence." Gu Yunshen looked at his phone with the expression of an old man on the subway. "??" (｀_´)ゞ Hiss, is this right? He had bestowed the title of Imperial Noble Consort upon her. Imperial Noble Consort, mind you. In his system of contact nicknames—which had been running for six years and was as precise as an imperial harem personnel management system—what did Imperial Noble Consort signify? It was a status second only to the Empress. It was the highest rating he had ever given in his life. The previous Imperial Noble Consort was three years ago, and she was demoted to 'Attendant' after only two weeks because she ate snail rice noodles in his car. He had even specifically shown the contact editing page to her. At the time, he had been leaning on the sofa, pretending to scroll through his phone nonchalantly, "accidentally" turning the contact list toward her. He had even accidentally changed the font size to 'elderly mode' for better visibility, so the words "Imperial Noble Consort" were big and bright on the screen. She took one look—just one look... Then she said, "Oh." What was that "Oh" supposed to mean? Was it "I see," "I don't care," or "Are you sick?" Gu Yunshen had smiled and put his phone away, his little abacus clicking away in his mind: I’ve already granted you the title of Imperial Noble Consort, aren't you curious who the Empress is? Don't you want to try harder? Love me, hurry up and love me, so I can dump you with style and get the upper hand. And yet, the very first message from the Imperial Noble Consort after her promotion was to tell him that he had committed a grave sin and was going to be locked in a dark room without Wi-Fi. For 300 years. (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅) Why isn't this woman afraid of me!! Gu Yunshen leaned back into his chair, spinning the watch on his wrist. To be honest, he had used every trick in the book. After that party six months ago, he thought things would go in one of two directions: First, she would come to apologize voluntarily, since spilling a drink on one's benefactor's face is something that requires at least some acknowledgment; Second, she would pack her bags and run away, in which case he'd just consider it an expensive lesson learned and move on with a yawn. He was prepared for both scenarios. But a third situation occurred that he never expected. She came back. And not only did she come back, but she was completely at ease about it. Not the kind of 'I know I did something wrong but I won't say it' at ease, but the kind of 'I did nothing wrong and you deserve it' at ease. (#｀皿´) No guilt! No nervousness! Not even a hint of trying to read his mood! It was as if that three million wasn't money he gave her, but something she earned herself. And that glass of wine wasn't something she spilled, but something he walked into himself. Gu Yunshen remembered himself at home that night, staring into the mirror at the wine stain on his shirt collar, and then looked at himself now, sitting in the CEO's chair, having his mental state derailed by a zodiac prison chart. He opened the contact page and gritted his teeth, staring at the words "Imperial Noble Consort." His finger hovered over the edit button. Should he demote her? To Concubine? To Noble Lady? To Attendant? He hesitated for a moment, then exited the contact list. He didn't demote her. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that she wouldn't even know if he did, and she wouldn't care anyway. Demoting her would just be getting angry at himself, which felt like a loss. His phone lit up again. A new message from the Imperial Noble Consort: Please choose your reply: A: I want to eat spicy fire noodles when I get home tonight. If you're a minute late, it's a serious dereliction of duty, and your sentence will be increased to 508 years. B: I don't know what you mean by sending that ??, is my reply not satisfactory to you, or are you annoyed by me, or do you want to break up, I am indeed quite annoying sometimes, and I can't give you a satisfactory reply when chatting, I apologize to you, can you stop being perfunctory with me in the future, I have always felt that the definition of happiness is not just the door of love, I dare not knock it open, I saw your Moments and found that you have started a new life, I hope I can be as unrestrained as you, once the arrow is shot there is no turning back, we have ended and there is no future, it has been so long and I have never forgotten you, if we could start over I think I could definitely do better, I will always love you, wish you happiness, love is always sudden, it is a talent, it is impolite to keep knocking on a door that is not willing to open for you, this sentence is very right, I think it is time for us to break up. C: Feel free to improvise~