Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 145: Mom and Dad Divorce, Who Are You Going With?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

He’s extreme, angry, and confrontational. Gu Ci’s silence, to him, seems more like a choice. Lu Zhiyuan clenched his teeth and said, “Gu Ci, you want to pick me to die, don’t you?”

“No!”

“Then you’ll pick him?”

Gu Ci’s voice turned cold, and her teeth were chattering from the chill. Why did she have to make this choice? Lu Zhiyuan had died in front of her once already. Gu Ci looked at him with sorrow, “Lu Zhiyuan, listen to me…”

“That’s enough!” Lu Zhiyuan’s heart turned to ashes. “In your eyes, I’m just a substitute. The one you love is him, not me!”

Gu Ci watched his retreating figure, feeling an ache in her heart. He must be so miserable. But how could she explain? She couldn’t make this situation clear. Li Jiang witnessed their dispute and felt uncomfortable himself. He couldn’t help but defend Gu Ci, “Third Young Master, it’s a bit unfair to say that about Miss Gu Ci. Miss Gu Ci never takes the initiative to approach Third Master. Their meetings are rare.”

“Shut up!” Lu Zhiyuan was furious. “If you’re so keen on following his words, don’t follow me anymore!”

Li Jiang didn’t know what to say.

He was getting the brunt of Lu Zhiyuan’s anger!

Third Young Master, I’m just an innocent fish in the pond, suffering undeserved calamity.

Exhausted, Gu Ci returned home. Lu Zhiyuan was furious and resolute. How could she console him this time? Gu Ci also felt a sense of anxiety. She was certain that they were the same person.

But what if she was wrong?

Did she really have to choose between the two? Gu Ci suppressed that thought. Some thoughts were better left unexplored.

The phone rang—it was the delivery guy.

“Miss Gu, right? You didn’t answer the phone yesterday. There’s a package for you. Please sign for it.”

Gu Ci went downstairs to sign for the package. It was a small box wrapped in exquisite paper. She could sense that it was a birthday gift. She placed the gift on the shelf without opening it.

Substitute!

Lu Zhiyuan, who would dare treat you as a substitute?

You’ve always been the moonlight in someone else’s heart.

She spent the night sleepless, utterly drained. Finally, she fell into a heavy slumber. After confirming that Gu Ci was sound asleep, Lu Zhiyuan went to the hospital. Gu Ziyu was getting an infusion in the afternoon and had fallen asleep early.

He was a light sleeper, so as soon as Lu Zhiyuan arrived, Gu Ziyu woke up.

“Big Brother?” Gu Ziyu rubbed his eyes, unaware of the blood transfusion, and asked in confusion, “Why are you here?”

Lu Zhiyuan sat silently on a chair, staring at his young and innocent face.

This was a face that combined the strengths of both him and Gu Ci. As he grew older, this face would inevitably bring disaster to the country and the people. If he were twenty-eight this year, he would surely have suspected Gu Ziyu’s identity long ago.

“Does it hurt?” Lu Zhiyuan asked about his wound.

Gu Ziyu shook his head.

Lu Zhiyuan said, “If you’re not tired, let’s talk.”

Gu Ziyu cautiously nodded. After all, he had previously believed that the nighttime father was a more calm and mysterious man. Now that he knew this person had superpowers, he was a bit cautious.

Lu Zhiyuan adjusted his son’s bed to make him more comfortable.

“Do you remember anything from before you lost consciousness?”

Gu Ziyu thought of shaking his head and pretending to have amnesia. He was quite good at acting, but this move didn’t work on Third Young Master, and it certainly wouldn’t work on Third Master. So, he nodded, “I remember.”

“This matter must be kept a secret.”

“I won’t do anything to harm you.” Gu Ziyu frowned, displeased. “You don’t need to warn me.”

“I know!”

Lu Zhiyuan didn’t expect to have a six-year-old son. Regardless of whether Gu Ziyu liked him or disliked him, he wouldn’t do anything to harm him.

Lu Zhiyuan explained with unusual difficulty, “This is a reminder, not a warning.”

“Sister knew early on that you had a split personality…” Gu Ziyu thought for a moment. “You’re not human. What exactly are you?”

Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. In his son’s eyes, he had become a “thing”?

“You’ve mentioned that your father passed away prematurely,” Lu Zhiyuan asked, “How did he die?”

“Car accident!” Gu Ziyu didn’t quite understand but answered honestly.

Lu Zhiyuan remembered that day when he had taken Gu Ci for a joyride, the look of fear turning into despair in her eyes. Even in the car, when her emotions escalated and she kissed him, he could feel Gu Ci losing control of her emotions.

So, he had died in a car accident.

A global racing champion, dying in a car accident—how ironic. No wonder she always reminded him to drive slower. Gu Ci could race, but she never drove fast.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhiyuan dispelled the heaviness in his heart. “And your mother?”

“She’s also dead!” Gu Ziyu maintained a consistent story.

Lu Zhiyuan’s hands, which had been resting on his knees, suddenly clenched.

He asked calmly, albeit coldly, “How did she die?”

“She committed suicide.”

The air in the hospital room grew heavy, chilling to the bone. Gu Ziyu sensed the abnormal atmosphere.

“You seem indifferent to everything, so why are you so interested in my parents?” Gu Ziyu asked.

Lu Zhiyuan stood up abruptly. “Rest, I’m leaving!”

Watching his departing figure, Gu Ziyu’s young mind was left with a big question mark. Before you go, could you please adjust the bed? How am I supposed to sleep like this?

Gu Ziyu took a deep breath. Don’t get upset, don’t get upset!

Blood-related!

Gu Ziyu spent a week recovering, with Gu Ci attending classes during the day and coming to be with him at night. He hadn’t seen Lu Zhiyuan again. Their paths hardly crossed. They practically lived in the hospital. Lu Zhiyuan hadn’t come to visit Gu Ziyu, but Li Jiang had visited once, saying that Lu Zhiyuan was on a business trip. Li Jiang brought a basket of fruit.

Li Jiang was particularly fawning towards Gu Ziyu, showing concern and care. He was truly acting like a young master.

Gu Ziyu was perplexed. “Mom, don’t you think Li Jiang’s behavior is a bit strange?”

“He knows who you are.”

“How does he know?” Gu Ziyu was surprised.

Gu Ci recounted the blood transfusion incident. “You were seriously injured a few days ago, so I didn’t mention it, to keep you focused.”

Gu Ziyu looked down silently.

He suddenly understood why Lu Zhiyuan had come to ask about his parents’ deaths.

“Mom, one night, my father came and asked me how my parents died.”

A moment of unease struck Gu Ci. “What did you say?”

“I told him that my father died young and in a car accident, and my mother committed suicide.”

Gu Ziyu and Gu Ci exchanged a glance. Lu Zhiyuan had introduced a time delay, asking for the outcome of the story and how it happened. Gu Ziyu couldn’t help but sigh, “Mom, what should we do?”

Gu Ci was also frustrated. No one was giving her any attention, and the situation was difficult to manage.

“Well…” Gu Ziyu hesitated, “Do both of my dads know?”

“Just one of them!”

“I understand!”

The mother and son shared an unspoken understanding. Many things were communicated through a shared intuition, and they no longer felt the need to ask. Gu Ziyu had a vague sense that his parents were having arguments, quite serious ones, but he was smart enough not to inquire.

When it came to matters of the heart, he had no place to interfere.

“Mom, I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore,” Gu Ziyu said with a melancholic expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got stabbed on my birthday,” Gu Ziyu said with a worried tone. “I might not be suited for celebrating birthdays.”

Gu Ci chuckled softly. “Baby, if you’re not celebrating, then Mom won’t celebrate either?”

It suddenly dawned on Gu Ziyu—Gu Ci and him shared the same birthday. “I can choose not to celebrate, but Mom can’t..”