The Crazy Villain Wants Me to Love Her - Chapter 31
Chapter 31: What Kind of Person? Gentle.
Jiang Chilou looked down in a daze.
Gu Wan’s hand, however, slid from her wrist, deftly taking the phone from her hand.
The speed was extremely fast.
Gu Wan looked at the phone in her hand, her lips slightly curled. She looked up at Jiang Chilou: “You can go up now.”
Jiang Chilou: …
She looked at Gu Wan, intending to say something, but hearing the call of “Number twelve” again, she reluctantly set aside her thoughts and quickly walked past Gu Wan to join the queue ahead.
Jiang Chilou took her place in line, seeing two people still ahead of her, and couldn’t help but hug the three books in her arms tighter, feeling a little nervous.
The next moment, she heard someone call “Number thirteen.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chilou turned to look at Gu Wan, as number thirteen was Gu Wan.
Gu Wan, holding her books, quickly walked up to stand behind Jiang Chilou.
Jiang Chilou slightly turned her body, glancing at the phone in Gu Wan’s trouser pocket, and quietly asked: “When are you going to give me my phone back?”
Gu Wan: “Naturally, I’ll give it to you after the signing.”
Jiang Chilou frowned. Remembering Gu Wan’s earlier comment about it not being “fair,” she asked: “You took my phone just so I couldn’t take a photo?”
Gu Wan: “Mm.”
Jiang Chilou: …
She was silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask: “It’s just a photo. What’s fair or unfair about it?”
Gu Wan’s lips curved, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.
She stared at Jiang Chilou, slowly leaning closer to her, her voice so low that only they could hear it: “You are my wife. I don’t want photos of other women appearing on my wife’s phone.”
“Similarly, my phone will not contain anyone else’s photos except for my wife’s.”
After saying these two sentences, Gu Wan slowly retreated half a step, and the overly close distance between them instantly returned to normal.
Jiang Chilou looked at Gu Wan. Seeing the serious expression on her face, she knew that she meant what she said and truly felt this way.
Seeing this, she was silent for a moment before quietly saying: “I understand.”
If she can’t take one, so be it. It’s not like she absolutely must.
However… Jiang Chilou eyed Gu Wan. At one moment, she found her behavior a little childish, and at another, she felt she was too serious, too persistent.
Seeing that Jiang Chilou didn’t object but quietly agreed, Gu Wan couldn’t help but smile faintly.
She slightly nodded her chin, gesturing for Jiang Chilou to turn around: “It’s almost your turn.”
“Oh,” Jiang Chilou replied and turned around.
The next second, the person at the signing table got up, and Jiang Chilou immediately stepped forward.
The books she was carrying were taken by the staff and placed on the signing table. Jiang Chilou sat down on the stool opposite Luo Qing and smiled as she greeted her: “Hello, Author Luo. I particularly love this novel you wrote…”
Luo Qing smiled gently, and after listening to Jiang Chilou, she asked warmly: “Thank you. What would you like for the dedication signature?”
Jiang Chilou gave her name, then said: “Just write ‘Happy every day, may good luck always be with you.'”
Luo Qing: “Okay.”
As Luo Qing finished signing each book, it was organized by the staff next to her. Soon, after all three books were signed, Jiang Chilou got up and walked toward the staff area to retrieve her books.
At the same time, Gu Wan coincidentally walked up.
Jiang Chilou looked at Gu Wan. Just as she was curious about what dedication signature Gu Wan would ask for, the staff member handed her the organized books.
“Hello, Madam. Here are your books.”
Hearing the voice, Jiang Chilou quickly turned to take the books, her finger inadvertently brushing the staff member’s hand.
Jiang Chilou didn’t notice. She took the books, turned to point to the area below the stage, indicating that she would wait for Gu Wan there, and then walked down.
Gu Wan looked at her retreating figure, recalling the glimpse of the interaction she had just seen, and her eyes darkened.
Her gaze shifted slightly, catching sight of a black marker pen on the table. She suddenly said: “May I borrow a pen?”
Luo Qing: “Of course.”
After Gu Wan finished signing and came down with her books, Jiang Chilou quickly approached her and asked curiously: “What dedication did you ask for?”
Gu Wan looked at her: “I didn’t ask for one.”
“Huh?” Jiang Chilou was surprised, “Why not?”
Gu Wan: “Nothing, I just didn’t want one.”
Jiang Chilou sighed: “Alright.”
With that, she stopped mentioning it and held out her hand to Gu Wan: “Where’s my phone? Can I have it back now?”
Gu Wan lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering on her fingertips for a moment. A short while later, she raised her hand and placed the confiscated phone back into the other person’s palm.
However, as she placed the phone down, Gu Wan’s thumb pad slowly rubbed against Jiang Chilou’s hand, leaving a faint mark of ink.
Jiang Chilou looked at the black ink stain on her finger and couldn’t help but look at Gu Wan’s hand: “Did you get ink on your hand?”
Gu Wan lowered her gaze, examining the few residual ink stains on her thumb pad, and gently rubbed her fingers: “Mm.”
“I accidentally touched a pen that was leaking ink.”
Jiang Chilou leaned closer and looked at Gu Wan’s hand, seeing an uneven blotch of ink on her index finger pad.
She looked down, rubbed the black ink stain on her own finger, and sighed: “Let’s go wash our hands together.”
“I wonder if it will wash off completely?”
Gu Wan: “It should.”
In the restroom.
Jiang Chilou washed her hands twice with soap but still couldn’t completely remove the mark on her finger pad.
She looked at the faint residue on her finger pad and turned to Gu Wan: “Were you able to wash yours off?”
“Almost.” With that, Gu Wan opened her hand toward Jiang Chilou: “It’s clean.”
Jiang Chilou looked down and saw that the ink stain on Gu Wan’s finger had indeed completely vanished. She couldn’t help but ask: “How did you wash it?”
She extended her hand toward Gu Wan as she spoke: “I used soap too, but I still have a little bit left.”
Gu Wan’s ink stain was clearly darker than hers, yet her hand was cleaner after washing.
Gu Wan stared at Jiang Chilou’s hand and quietly said: “How about I help you wash it?”
Jiang Chilou considered it and agreed: “That works.”
Hearing this, Gu Wan’s lips slightly curved.
She wiped Jiang Chilou’s hand dry with a tissue, then squeezed a few drops of hand soap onto her own thumb pad, and slowly covered Jiang Chilou’s hand.
Her slightly cool thumb pad gently rubbed the ink stain on Jiang Chilou’s fingertip with the soap. After an unknown amount of time, as the ink stain gradually dissolved, Gu Wan gently shifted her thumb pad and slowly began to wash the other areas of Jiang Chilou’s hand, especially the areas that had touched other people.
Gu Wan washed with particular meticulousness.
Jiang Chilou looked at the person lowered their eyes, carefully helping her wash her hands. For some reason, the image of Gu Wan described in the book came to her mind.
The book once said that Gu Wan was a master of disguise, gentle and elegant in front of people, but cold and crazy behind closed doors.
When she first met Gu Wan, she thought this was true. However, after living with her for so many days since transmigrating, she seemed to have never witnessed Gu Wan’s truly cold demeanor, let alone the “crazy” side.
After living together for so long, the Gu Wan who appeared before her was always gentle. Although her personality was indeed aloof, it couldn’t be described as cold or crazy.
Except for being slightly odd at the Whale Shark Hall a few days ago, and a moment of coldness due to the photo situation just now, Gu Wan always seemed gentle to her.
So… where was Gu Wan’s other side? Had she not seen it, or was Gu Wan just that good at faking it?
But could a person really keep up an act for so long?
What was her motive? Wasn’t she tired?
While Jiang Chilou was silently contemplating, she suddenly heard a soft inquiry near her ear: “What are you thinking about?”
Hearing Gu Wan’s voice, Jiang Chilou snapped back to attention slightly.
She looked at Gu Wan in front of her, her lips curving slightly. She spoke frankly: “I’m thinking about what kind of person you are.”
Gu Wan’s expression paused slightly. She lowered her eyes and guided Jiang Chilou’s hand under the faucet.
“Then, Lulu, what kind of person do you think I am?”
The cool water flowed onto her hand. Jiang Chilou felt the coolness transmitted to her hand and smiled faintly: “I don’t know either.”
She hid the speculation in her heart and offered an objective assessment based on their time together: “I just feel like you are sometimes very thoughtful.”
“Hmm… Or should I say gentle? Faintly gentle.”