ebookslot Chapter 1224: Am I Really That Handsome? Did I Have Plastic Surgery?
Chapter 1224: Am I Really That Handsome? Did I Have Plastic Surgery?
Gu Beicheng’s words not only scared Yu Wanqing, even Gu Qingyang and Feng Yan couldn’t accept them for a moment."Beicheng, it’s me, Wanqing, I..." She glanced back at the Old Master, then instantly turned back, "I’m your wife, you don’t remember me?"
"Wife?" Gu Beicheng raised a brow at Yu Wanqing. "My taste can’t be that bad, right?"
Yu Wanqing, who had just been thinking that Gu Beicheng losing his memory might not be a bad thing, was instantly so pissed off by that line that her face went pale.
"Bei—Beicheng, I..."
"You little brat, of all the bad habits to pick up, you went and copied someone’s amnesia routine?" Before Yu Wanqing could finish, Gu Qingyang couldn’t help speaking up.
"Uncle, you’re not my Grandpa, are you?" Gu Beicheng looked at Gu Qingyang, his thick brows lightly furrowing.
"You little brat, I’m your dad!" Gu Qingyang was furious.
But at the same time, he was worried that his son really had lost his memory.
A number-one figure like that—if he actually forgot everything, they’d have to start all over again. How terrifying would that be?
"Oh, so you had a kid late in life." Gu Beicheng’s thick brows swept once, and his gaze landed on Feng Yan.
"And this handsome one must be my little brother, right? Little bro, pour your big brother a glass of water, your big bro is thirsty."
"You’re really thirsty?" Feng Yan looked at the man on the bed whose energy had recovered at lightning speed.
"Yeah, really thirsty." Gu Beicheng nodded.
"Okay." Feng Yan inclined his head and personally went to pour water.
Yu Wanqing was still sitting on the bed. She didn’t want to leave either, but she didn’t know what she should do.
All in all, she didn’t believe Gu Beicheng had lost his memory, just like everyone else.
"You little brat, cut it out. Where do you feel uncomfortable right now?" The Old Master’s low voice sounded.
"Cut it out?" Gu Beicheng frowned. "Right, can you guys tell me who exactly I am?"
"My dad may be a bit old, but he looks decent, and my brother’s this handsome. As the older brother, I must be super good-looking. Who’s got a mirror I can borrow?"
Being stared at by Gu Beicheng, Yu Wanqing immediately rummaged through her bag and found a small mirror.
"M-mirror." She handed it over cautiously.
"Thanks." Gu Beicheng took the mirror.
"I’m actually this handsome! Did I get any work done? Tsk tsk..." He reached out and pinched his own face, nose, and chin.
Watching him admire himself in the mirror with that narcissistic expression, no one now dared to say that the Seventh Young Master was just playing around.
Yu Wanqing stood up and looked back at Gu Qingyang. The tears on her face were long gone, replaced by a hint of fear.
"Dad, Beicheng he..."
"Get the doctor to come take a look." Gu Qingyang said in a deep voice.
"Okay." Yu Wanqing rushed over and pressed the call button.
She stepped away from the bed, and Feng Yan, who had come back with water, walked straight up to Gu Beicheng.
"Here’s your water."
He put the glass in Yu Wanqing’s hand and bent down to help the man on the bed.
Gu Beicheng was still holding the mirror, absorbed in his own handsome face.
He didn’t refuse when Feng Yan reached over to support him.
With Feng Yan’s help, Gu Beicheng sat up and leaned against the headboard.
"I’m guessing we don’t have the same mom." Gu Beicheng gave Feng Yan a once-over, handed the mirror away, then took the glass in front of him.
He downed half of it in one go, then looked up at Feng Yan and added another line.
"You’ve got about half my looks, but it’s a shame you’re a bit too sissy."
"I’m... sissy?" If there weren’t other people here, Feng Yan would’ve swung a punch already.