Chapter 701: He Jichen is……He Yuguang (11)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
After the message was sent, Han Zhifan stared at the phone for a while then threw it on the bed and walked into the bathroom.
After he came out, Han Zhifan glanced out the window. Eventually, his wandering feet headed back to his bed before changing course to the balcony.
He pulled open the curtain and glanced outside. Cheng Weiwan was still there…
Han Zhifan turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already almost three in the morning.
Having finally calmed down after sending that text to Lin Sheng, he was now starting to get angry again.
How annoying! Didn’t we already break it off? Didn’t she get over me by now?
What does it have to do with me if she’s downstairs in the rain all night? What am I pissed off about here?!
Han Zhifan thought as he walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the ashtray and lighter. He lit up a cigarette and smoked as he made his way back to the balcony.
Cheng Weiwan never left. Han Zhifan leaned against the glass door of the balcony and smoked one cigarette after another while staring at her.
It wasn’t until the sky became a little brighter that Cheng Weiwan finally stood up from the ground.
It looked like she crouched for too long because her feet looked numb; she almost fell to the ground as she got up.
As Han Zhifan watched on, his fingers around his cigarette couldn’t help but tighten until the cigarette almost snapped.
Luckily, Cheng Weiwan had fast reflexes. She reached her hand out, lifted herself up with the stone bench next to her, and steadied herself.
She remained bent over for a while probably because she had pins and needles in her legs. Then she lifted her head up and stared at his window.
From such a far distance, he knew there was no way she could see him, but the moment she cast her gaze in his direction, he quickly hid behind the curtains.
After some time, Han Zhifan pulled the curtains back a crack and glanced down.
No one was by the umbrella and the silhouette of Cheng Weiwan was gone.
All night long, he had hoped she would leave so he could go back to bed to get some sleep.
He thought he would be thrilled over this, but for some reason, Han Zhifan didn’t feel the least bit sleepy now. As the rage subsided in the furthest part of his heart, there was an unspeakable hollow feeling inside.
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Just as the car was about to reach China World Hotel Beijing, Ji Yi suddenly said, “To the airport, please.”
The driver was stunned for a moment then asked in astonishment, “Miss, aren’t you going to China World Hotel Beijing?”
Ji Yi didn’t reply to the driver but pulled out her phone and checked the status of He Jichen’s flight for half-past ten. Then she said, “To Terminal 3 please.”
Since the driver heard Ji Yi ask to go to the airport twice, he replied, “Got it”. Then he hurriedly turned the car around ahead.
It was eight in the morning when Ji Yi reached the airport, which was two and a half hours before He Jichen was going to take off.
Ji Yi assumed He Jichen hadn’t reached the airport yet and he would have to pass by the departure gates for international flights. She found a random spot and patiently waited.
At twenty past nine, Chen Bai appeared in Ji Yi’s field of view, pushing a luggage cart.
Following behind him was He Jichen.
Maybe because He Jichen wasn’t going for a business trip, he was dressed in a casual outfit with a pair of sunglasses which made him look a lot younger than usual.
He Jichen and Chen Bai didn’t notice Ji Yi and followed the path down the red carpet to the first class cabin window, check-in desk and baggage drop-off.
