Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhiâaiâs minivan and Gu Yushengâs car maintained the same distance, as the road was too congested to move forward.
Gu Yusheng seemed to sense Qin Zhiâaiâs prolonged stare. He took a glance towards her side of the road as he lit up a cigarette.
His eyes didnât reveal too much detail, so she was unsure if he had seen her or was pretending not to have noticed her. To summarize, he merely swept a glance over her, drew the lit cigarette to his lips, lifted his arm, and touched a button on the car door. The car window gradually closed.
The privacy protector he had on his car shielded his refined look behind a black-gray screen, shutting down the stare from Qin Zhiâai.
Soon after they passed the airport toll gate, the traffic was clear and unobstructed. Gu Yusheng seemed to be afraid that she would tailgate him, as he picked up his speed, made a few turns, overtaking lanes before he finally merged into the traffic flow and disappeared far ahead.
No matter who she was, the girl whom he had forgotten two years ago, or the girl who was staying with him under another personâs identity two years later, nothing was different. Gu Yusheng and Qin Zhiâai were like two worlds apart.
Qin Zhiâai resumed her staring at the window before she blinked her eyes as if she had never seen Gu Yusheng. She rolled up the car window, resting on the synthetic leather chair with her eyes closed.
As the car approached the city, Liang Doukouâs manager, Zhou Jing, picked up the phone and said, âYes, okay.â She hung up and told the driver, âHead to the Majestic Clubhouse.â
Qin Zhiâai opened her eyes, full of questions, and looked up at Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing knew what her question was even before she asked, explaining, âInvitation from Lu Bancheng.â
She paused for a moment. Realizing that Liang Doukou wasnât the real Liang Doukou, she added on, âOne of Liang Doukouâs affluent friends.â
Qin Zhiâai understood that she has been paid to work and therefore, even if it was a function that she was reluctant to attend, she adhered to Zhou Jingâs request without any objections.
The lunch function at the Majestic Clubhouse was about to begin when Zhou Qing received the call. Thus, the party in the club room was in full swing when they got there.
In a close to 150 square-foot room, the room was so packed with people that there were no spare chairs around the two two-yard round tables.
The host, Lu Bancheng, quickly instructed a waiter to bring along two more chairs.
Given that a table would be too crowded with another two chairs, the waiter placed one chair at each table instead.
Zhou Jing went for the empty seat closest to her, while Qin Zhiâai went for the other one.
After she sat down, she realized something was amiss. She looked to her right side and realized Gu Yusheng was sitting close to her, holding a cigarette, listening attentively to the person talking beside him.