LOVE FRAGMENTS

THE MORNING MISUNDERSTANDING

"What's wrong, Antong? Let me tell you, don't be naive. That woman isn't trustworthy. If she dares to steal your husband, she might steal other things from you too. Don't go easy on her," Lu Yulin's words burst through the phone like firecrackers, sharp and intense.

Gu Antong gripped her phone tightly, her voice soft but resolute. "You can trust me. I won’t be the same as before."

Her decision to break off her engagement with Jiang Nuan and Si Yueyun today had left no room for turning back.

After the call, Gu Antong returned to bed, feeling uneasy. Thoughts of waking Si Zhenxuan in the morning lingered in her mind. She barely slept that night, and when she finally woke the next day, her head felt cloudy, as if she were walking on air.

The study, though designed in a Chinese style, carried a modern and elegant charm. Gu Antong tiptoed inside and stood beside the bed, feeling slightly lost.

Si Zhenxuan looked much gentler in his sleep. The usual seriousness and coldness on his face were replaced by a rare calm. There were many documents scattered on his desk — proof he often worked late.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Antong gently poked Si Zhenxuan’s arm under the thin quilt. “Hello, Si, it’s morning. Wake up.”

After waiting a moment with no response, she leaned in closer. But before she could touch him again, a strong arm suddenly pulled her in. With a soft cry, she fell into the bed’s warmth.

Si Zhenxuan remained asleep, his arm still wrapped around her. Gu Antong’s face turned bright red. This was the closest she had ever been to a man. Embarrassed, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Wake up, Si... Brother Si…”

Trying to focus on her task, Gu Antong reached out, unsure of what she was touching. A shiver ran through her as a deep masculine scent surrounded her.

“I… I didn’t mean to…” she stammered, opening her eyes — only to meet Si Zhenxuan’s sharp, black gaze. “I just came to wake you up like you asked, and then you grabbed me…”

“Well, I thought you were Mengmeng,” Si Zhenxuan replied casually, his tone calm. “I’m sorry.”

Mengmeng?

Was Mengmeng someone from the Si family? It wasn’t uncommon for people of his status to have close companions, but hearing the name so casually still made her uncomfortable.

Si Zhenxuan reached past Gu Antong to grab his phone, his bare upper body catching the morning light. A faint, rare smile tugged at his lips. “It seems like you really enjoy my bed.”

“I… I don’t…” Gu Antong snapped out of her daze, quickly getting up.

Just then, a silver tiger cat appeared from behind the curtains, letting out a soft meow before leaping onto the bed and rubbing affectionately against Si Zhenxuan.

He gently stroked the cat’s head and said, “This is Mengmeng, Aunt Gu.”

Gu Antong blinked in surprise. “This is Mengmeng?”

The cat had a round face, big watery eyes, and soft, fluffy fur. Gu Antong couldn’t help but reach out to pet it. Mengmeng didn’t resist — instead, it rubbed its little head against her hand.

She had thought Mengmeng was a person, but it turned out to be a cat. For some reason, that made her feel unexpectedly relieved. Smiling, she kissed Mengmeng lightly on the head and said fondly, “Mengmeng is so adorable.”

As Si Zhenxuan finished dressing, he suddenly paused, turned back, and leaned over the bed, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. His deep voice carried a hint of amusement.

“By the way,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, “what did you call me earlier?”