Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 885: How Do You Feel About Her?

"Or what?"

He took a few deep breaths, trying to explain patiently, "If you’re going to see her just out of a sense of responsibility, then you really shouldn’t go."

"You know perfectly well what attitude she has towards you. She knows you have someone you like in your heart. If you go just because of this, it’s unlikely she would agree!"

"Then don’t go?"

He couldn’t quite grasp what he truly meant.

"Go, why wouldn’t you go? Her reputation is already entangled with yours. If you don’t go, don’t say I know you. However, before you go, you need to figure out what you truly want in your heart—is it solely out of responsibility to her, or is there another purpose."

Ling Haoyu thought that if he solved this matter, he could be a mentor.

If it were someone else, he wouldn’t bother to intervene. If it weren’t for the fact that it’s Gong Shaoyu, he would have long since stopped listening to him.

"Do you still have feelings for Xinluo now?"

The word "yes" was stuck in his throat for a long time and couldn’t be spoken. What’s wrong with him? Why didn’t he dare to say it outright?

Could it be? He didn’t have Xinluo in his heart anymore? Impossible. Xinluo was indeed still in his heart, and her place was big, occupying his entire heart.

If he does, why can’t he say it?

"Then let me ask you, what do you feel about Lan Shan?"

Seeing his hesitation, Ling Haoyu didn’t pursue this question and changed the subject.

Towards Shanshan...

Gong Shaoyu lowered his gaze, and his mind drifted back to that time in Z City when he took her rock climbing. Lan Shan, who had acrophobia, fell from the top.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented panic because he was genuinely afraid she might get hurt...

However, he defined it all as her being a good friend of Xinluo, and he saw her as a sister.

Later, she confessed on the mountaintop.

"Brother Gong, I like you, really like you. It’s okay if you don’t like me. At least I said it, so there’s no regret."

At the time, he felt something, but he didn’t delve into it. He didn’t deeply consider where those emotions came from because, at that time, Xinluo was in his heart, leaving no room to like anyone else.

Later on, at Xinluo’s wedding, when she showed up that way, they hugged. Perhaps others didn’t notice, but his gaze was fixed on her.

After months of not seeing each other, the girl was slimmer.

They didn’t exchange any words; he left as soon as the wedding was over.

Then, they met at Wall Street, and when he saw her sprained ankle, he couldn’t help but want to care for her.

"What are you thinking about? Did you hear what I just said?"

Snapping back from his thoughts, he glanced at him unnaturally, "What did you just say?"

"I asked what you feel about her." He patiently asked again.

"I don’t know."

He truly didn’t know and had never thought about this question.

"Alright, you don’t know, then listen to me."

"Shaoyu, tell me, why did you take her home a few months ago?"

"She hurt her foot; I’ve mentioned this before."

Gong Shaoyu answered this question swiftly.

"Then why did you have the servants at the manor start calling you ’sir’ instead?"

"Because Shanshan said that ’lord’ makes you sound old. ’Sir’ sounds better."

Understanding dawning, he continued speaking, "Then why are they still calling you ’sir’ now?"

In his impression, Gong Shaoyu wasn’t someone who easily compromised. If it were just because Lan Shan found ’lord’ unpleasant, he could easily change it back after she left.