The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 360: A Tragedy

The man who entered was dressed in an expensive three-piece plaid business suit, but contrasting with this luxurious attire was the fact that he was carrying a packaged Cantonese breakfast.

He walked in as if he was returning to his own home.

Quan Jin’s expression subtly darkened. Not only did he not open the door, but there was also no sound of a doorbell, clearly indicating that the person entered by entering the password or using fingerprint access.

He entered her home so casually.

And he was a man in a suit, looking extremely mature.

At this moment, in the living room.

The two men faced each other.

Quan Jin’s face instantly turned cold.

To him, if the person who came in was a man under fifteen or over eighty, he might not look so cold, and would instead ask in a normal tone whether the person was Gu Xueli’s brother, grandfather, or father.

But the man who appeared looked no older than twenty-five, very young and handsome.

In an instant, Quan Jin felt the pressure.

He couldn’t help but speculate internally —

Is this person Chi Yu? The unnecessary sour fish with pickled vegetables?

Or... is he her young, wealthy patron?

A myriad of thoughts raced through Quan Jin’s mind. With a cold expression, he asked the other person, "Who are you looking for?"

Dao An hadn’t had the chance to speak.

Gu Yuan came out from inside, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, and said, "This is my friend, here to see me."

Quan Jin turned his head to look at her, with an expression like she was trying to fool him: "Just a friend?"

Gu Yuan: "What else?"

Quan Jin: "..."

To what extent can a friendship allow someone to know the entrance password to another’s home?

And considerately bring breakfast in the morning?

If the person were a woman, Quan Jin would have nothing to say.

But the other party was a man, a young and handsome, mature-looking man at that. How could Quan Jin not feel threatened?

The sense of crisis was overwhelming!

Unless the other person was gay.

Dao An: ???

Gu Yuan had already quickly washed up, changed into a Chanel black and white suit series outfit, just missing makeup. Even without makeup, her exquisite face was enough to make countless men fall at her feet.

Dao An knew from yesterday that Gu Yuan had moved back to Yujing No.1.

In Dao An’s impression, Gu Yuan hadn’t lived in Yujing No.1 for a long time. She used to live there often because she was alone, but later she lived in the Gu Mansion with little princess Suisui most of the time.

This time, Gu Yuan returned to live here and brought a man with her.

Dao An wouldn’t be curious about who it was, as President Gu’s private life wasn’t his business to pry into.

He came because Gu Yuan had sent him a message, and he had already known the password to Yujing No.1, so he just opened the door and came in.

Then, he saw the scantily clad man inside.

Dao An was speechless.

What is this even...

"Did you bring breakfast?" Gu Yuan approached, while tying her hair up with a hairpin.

Dao An automatically ignored the man standing by with a resentful look, and placed the breakfast on the table: "It’s from... your favorite place."

What does it feel like to have a teammate who doesn’t require any hints and gets on track directly?

Absolutely perfect!

Quan Jin could only watch as Gu Yuan walked over, sat down, and enjoyed the breakfast brought by the other man, completely leaving him aside.

Who is Quan Jin?

The king of thick-skinned.

He walked right over, sat next to Gu Yuan, and then glanced at the man across from him: "It must’ve been tough coming here so early in the morning. Appreciate it."

With that, he reached for the breakfast.

Dao An: "..."

Gu Yuan slapped away Quan Jin’s reaching hand.

The force was light, yet Quan Jin exaggerated a pained expression like he’d had his insides turned: "Ouch."

"Cut it out."

"It really hurts." He showed the back of his hand to Gu Yuan: "Look at this, it’s all red."

The corners of Gu Yuan’s lips curled into a faint smile as she didn’t look at him: "That’s because your skin is sensitive."

He went along with her: "Yes, my skin is sensitive. The marks from last night, who knows how many days it’ll take to... ah-oo..."

His words were cut off as Gu Yuan stuffed a shumai into his mouth.

He angrily thought, this woman is too wild, but on another note, this was the breakfast she personally fed him, so whatever, he’d eat first and then continue being sulky afterward.

Dao An watched their interaction without showing any change, like seeing a couple in love or partners who’d been together for years. As he watched, Dao An suddenly realized, after seeing President Gu’s decisive side in the world of fame and fortune, today he witnessed another aspect of President Gu’s private life.