Chapter 347 - He Laughed Once, Too (2/2)

”Cousin, you're not going back again tonight?” Du Jingtang swallowed the food in his mouth hard and raised his head to ask Chu Lui. Was he really that busy? So busy that he had to spend the night in the office? According to his capabilities, this should not be the case.

”Yea,” Chu Lui signed his name on a document and replied indifferently.

Du Jingtang wiped his mouth and let out a huge sigh of satisfaction. He had finished eating; his stomach was satisfied, and so was he. He leaned against the sofa in Chu Lui's office carelessly and stretched his legs out.

”But, Cousin, if you don't go back, won't she miss you? You're not going to have children anymore?” Everyone knew who he was talking about.

Chu Lui's fingers stiffened. Du Jingtang's seemingly thoughtless statement made his heart clench. Did he go back just to make babies with her? The fact was that was what he was doing—bedding a woman just for children, exercising his marriage duties just for having children. If not for children, he would not even want to touch her or any other woman.

He placed a hand on his forehand and massaged it. Was he falling sick or something?

Du Jingtang noticed his reticence and stood up at last. Chatting with this person was too boring because he would never take the initiative to reply.

”Cousin, actually, I feel like you were still human four years ago. At least you had some expression on your face, but now…” He walked to the door and turned back suddenly, making a face with his hands. ”I wonder if you have some facial nerve injury. So you know, Cousin, you've ever smiled for a long time now. Even when you smile, it's just a sneer, or you could call it a fake smile.”

Du Jingtang finished and rushed out. He covered his head with his arms in case a folder would get thrown out and smash his head.

He was wrong this time, though. Chu Lui's hand was still at his forehead, and his dark eyes—which were always composed—were shut tight. There was a deep crease between his eyebrows.

Was he going to smile again?

He too had forgotten how long it has been since he last gave a genuine smile.

Some things should not be dwelled on; otherwise, it would become the greatest mishap of his life, even worse than death.

He put down his hand and continued to scan the documents on the desk. It seemed unending—documents followed documents, making him feel like he would never ever finish them.

Night fell, and Chu Lui laid in the small studio in his apartment. His fingers lightly caressed the drawing he had pieced together from scratch on the bed. The man in the drawing had the corners of his lips lifted up slightly. It was just a half-smile, but it was still a smile.

It was not the fake smile Du Jingtang said.

It wasn't a sneer, either.