Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Miss also said that she had already informed Old Master Gu.”
Gu Yusheng seemed to be surprised at hearing this. He first paused in shock, then turned to look at the mobile phone in his hand, as if wondering if he had misheard. He finally spoke again after a while and replied with an emotionless “Mm” to express his acknowledgement.
The housekeeper was already used to such a long pause, as Gu Yusheng had always been a miser with words, so he politely said good-bye and hung up the phone.
Gu Yusheng held the phone to his ear for a long while before he finally put it down onto his desk and resumed working as if nothing had happened.
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Ten days later, Qin Zhi’ai flew back to Beijing from the United States.
The plane landed at Beijing International Airport at 10:10 A.M., Beijing time.
Someone had disclosed her whereabouts, as the airport was filled with fans of Liang Doukou, waiting for her arrival.
Although Qin Zhi’ai wore a mask, one female fan recognized her immediately when she walked out of arrivals.
The girl screamed excitedly, “Ah, Liang Doukou is here—” and then the fans, who had been waiting at the airport, gathered around Qin Zhi’ai like a tidal wave.
In an instant, Qin Zhi’ai’s path was blocked.
A group of people crowding together was already conspicuous enough, but with many fans constantly calling out “Liang Doukou,” passers-by also came forward to see what was going on.
With the help of her manager, security, and the airport staff, it took a while for Qin Zhi’ai to break free from the crowd and get to the minivan waiting for her.
Many fans gathered around the van and banged on the windows repeatedly. The driver, who was afraid that he would accidentally brush against a fan, only dared to inch forward. Only when the airport staff started to scatter the fans from around the van did the driver speed up and quickly drive away from the airport parking lot.
Qin Zhi’ai was perspiring from being surrounded by the crowd at the airport. Though the van had air-conditioning switched on, the temperature had yet to go down and it was a bit stuffy, so Qin Zhi’ai rolled down the window for some fresh air.
The airport highway was especially crowded, probably due to the number of flights that had landed at that hour. The van stopped constantly and drove for only a few hundred feet. At this point in time, the air in the van had cooled down. Qin Zhi’ai was just about to close the window when she caught a glimpse of a familiar-looking car in the corner of her eye.
Qin Zhi’ai’s actions suddenly stopped. She stayed fixated for a few seconds, then slowly turned her head to look at the car.
The window on her side was not closed, and Gu Yusheng could be seen sitting in the driver’s seat with a cigarette in one hand and the other moving the steering wheel.
His profile had exceptionally graceful lines, and as the bright sunlight shone through the window onto his skin, it looked flawless and silky. When coupled with the flickering light at his fingertips, the whole picture looked as exquisite as those in the Japanese mangas that Qin Zhi’ai had loved in her youth.
Qin Zhi’ai forgot all about closing the window and started staring at Gu Yusheng.
