Reborn: The Return of the Villainous Mr. Liu

Chapter 805  Not to forget Gu Yating's status

The CEO of S3 Company, Xiaosi, was in his office and was calmly reading through the mess on social media. His expression seemed placid but his frigid gaze had a different story to tell. All the finger pointing and blaming at Chyou was more than what he could handle.

The door knocked and his secretary half entered the office. "Sir, Mr. Gu is here to meet you."

Gu Rong?

"Hm. Send him in."

She nodded and closed the door. A moment later, it opened again and Yating stepped in. "Uncle Zhu."

Xiaosi's eyes slightly widened in surprise. "Ah. By Mr. Gu, I thought that it was Gu Rong. Anyway, please sit. What brought you here?"

"I think you know what," he grimly said. "I just cto apologize to you. If not for me, then all this nonsense wouldn't have floated around Chyou. I didn't know things would have taken this turn."

Xiaosi raised his brow. "I read your statement."

He cleared his throat. "I am sorry if you feel that I was overstepping my boundaries…"

"You didn't. That's why I am wondering why you cto apologize. You are right in what you said. So why the guilt now?"

For sreason, Yating couldn't meet his gaze. Yet he smiled and said, "Chyou is your precious daughter, after all. I wouldn't mind if you have murderous intentions towards me."

He chuckled. "I have murderous intentions but not towards you."

Yating paused. "Are you talking about the one who took the pictures?"

"Yes. The one who had lots of free tto snoop around last night and then make headlines out of it the next day."

His chilling smile was akin to bringing the Arctic inside the S3. The chill in Yating's eyes matched the iciness of his smile as he said, "The other reason I am here is to ask you about that person. Was it just spaparazzi?"

"A mere paparazzi to target MY daughter?"

Yating coughed.

"I believe the media industry knows better than that."

"So who was it?"

"That's what I am already on it. It won't take up much time," he smiled. "By the way, what will you do if you know about that person?"

Yating blinked once. "Drop the smessage as you I suppose. I work in Dream High, but I don't want people to forget that I am GU Yating."

"Hoooo. I thought you disliked the status of being the heir."

Yating scratched his chin. "I never hated my position. It's just that Dad was too adamant in deciding my choices for me. So I began to grow distant from the path which was being forced down upon me. But if push cto stove, I wouldn't hesitate to use my status. I usually refrain from using it, but if somebody crosses their line then I won't hold back either."

Xiaosi smiled. "Good. That's what you should be thinking. You might not always like your position but it's a position your father has earned with his hardwork and only with the intent to make your life more convenient and better. You should always respect it. Parents struggle a lot, you know."

"Uncle, sometimes I feel you are always on Dad's side," he said with a little grievance.

"Oh trust me. I on both sides."

Yating shook his head. "Can you please letknow once you figure out who it was?"

"I will," he nodded. "But on one condition that you wouldn't take any step against them. Not immediately."

He tilted his head and contemplating for a moment, he nodded. "Okay, Uncle. As you say."

"You wouldn't ask why?"

"You are Chyou's father. Nobody is angrier about this whole situation than you and Aunt Caihong as her parents. So if you are still willing to wait, I believe you have a very good reason for it."

Xiaosi stared at him with an unreadable expression. "Hm."

He then hesitantly asked, "How is Chyou?"

"I am not sure. But she left hquite hurriedly after Cheng Yin's video was out. I believe she went to meet him."

"Ah…That's great then. I was happy to see Cheng Yin's stand."

Xiaosi didn't respond on that.

Yating said, "I will take my leave, Uncle. Thanks a lot for your time."

"Will you talk to Chyou?"

"Of course. I was going to call her anyway."

He smiled. "Thanks."

—

Outside, Yating exhaled a deep breath.

"Why was I so nervous at the end?" He muttered to himself.

He found Chyou's number in his recent call log and wanted to hit the Dial button. But the tat the fireworks hit him and he wasn't so sure anymore.

Calm down, you idiot! I was just stupidly babbling anyway. Plus, Chyou didn't hear  it anyway. There is nothing to be scared of.

He walked towards the elevator and tapped on the green phone icon. He waited. It was at the last ring that she picked it.

"Hey."

Yating stopped in his way and frowned. "What happened to your voice, Chyou?"

It was after a pause she answered. "My throat is not well. I think it was because of the ice cream."

Yating's eyes narrowed. He thought for a moment and said, "I am sending you an address. Meetthere in thirty minutes. Don't worry about any sneaky shots this time. I know that place. It's safe."

"I cannot-"

"I won't hear a no for an answer. Bye."

Yating's heart pounded in his chest with a bad foreboding as he hung up.

Why isn't Chyou feeling alright?

—

Yating looked at his watch and impatiently waited. It was more than thirty minutes now, but Chyou hadn't arrived yet. He was about to ring her a call when she finally arrived. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Finally."

Chyou sat opposite him and smiled, albeit a little weakly. "What is this place?"

"It's a restaurant where Dad and I used to coften when I was kid. The food is great here."

"It's beautiful and kinda feels nostalgic…even though it's my first there."

"It has that vibes."

Yating noticed her tense body movements and her gaze that looked far from her usual cheerful self.

"I know things messed up a lot within just a few hours. I am sorry you have to hear such nonsense. Are…are you okay?"

Chyou pursed her lips.

He quickly said, "It's great that Cheng Yin cforward. Things have calmed down a lot, right?"

She said nothing.

Yating surmised there was no point in beating around the bush. So he asked, "Maybe the right question is if Cheng Yin really alright with what happened?"

She stiffened and noticing her reaction, he wryly smiled. "I guess not."