Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
With a deathly pallor appearing on Qin Zhiâaiâs face, she clenched her fist involuntarily, making the pain in the wounds extremely sharp, and her body started to tremble uncontrollably.
âIf you wanted to be my savior, I have no comment, but Iâm telling you that I donât care if you saved me.â
Qin Zhiâaiâs body crumbled, as if she would faint at any time.
Seeing that out of the corner of his eyes, Gu Yusheng held back the tough words on the tip of his tongue without thinking about it.
He realized that he had stopped speaking, creating a long silence.
He had a bad temper, and he knew that he never watched his tongue when he got angry at someone, but he had just stopped because of her⦠If he counted what he did in the car, it would be the second time that he had acted abnormally⦠Why the heck was he acting like this?
When Gu Yusheng became annoyed, he would chainsmoke. Out of instinct, he raised his hand to touch the pocket on his chest, only to realize that he had already thrown the cigarette case into the trash bin.
He must have been bewitched with the number of things that had gone wrong tonight⦠Gu Yusheng put his hands on his waist, annoyed, and looked around then strode away without looking back. He happened to see Zhou Jing stepping out of the elevator.
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Fortunately, the driver had slammed on the brakes as soon as he saw someone standing in front of him. Although Qin Zhiâai had crashed down, the wounds she had were just skin-deep, with some of them being a bit more severe. The most serious one was on the calf that Gu Yusheng had treated, and it was stitched up in the hospital.
It was already eleven oâclock at night when they made it out of the hospital. Zhou Jing drove Qin Zhiâai back to Gu Yushengâs villa.
When the car stopped, Qin Zhiâai said goodbye and was about to open the door, but Zhou Jing suddenly shouted at her, âMiss Qin.â
Since Qin Zhiâai had started disguising herself as Liang Doukou, to avoid mistakes, Zhou Jing had told all the staff to call Qin Zhiâai âMiss Liangâ or âXiaokou,â even in private situations.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
But this time, she suddenly shouted her real name politely, which stunned Qin Zhiâai for a short while until she turned her head to look at Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing smiled slightly and said, âIt seems that Miss Qin still knows her real identity.â
Faced with the obvious meaning implied in her words, Qin Zhiâai pressed her lips together wordlessly.
âMiss Qin, although you are Liang Doukou in the publicâs eyes, you are not really her. When Xiaokou comes back, everything you have will be returned to her, so I hope you can keep that in mind. Donât covet things that donât belong to you.â After a pause, Zhou Wei, as she was afraid that Qin Zhiâai didnât get it, added, âIn my memory, no matter how Xiaokou fought with Gu Yusheng, he never let her get in his car, let alone take her to the hospital.â