Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
That scene seemed to have happened before.
Gu Yusheng frowned. “Did I forget about anything?” he said in a low pitch, nearly a murmur.
Lu Bancheng had his head down, eating his breakfast, so he didn’t hear what Gu Yusheng said. He looked up to take a look at Gu Yusheng. He forced the food down to speak. “What? What did you say?”
Gu Yusheng didn’t respond to Lu Bancheng. His eyebrows furrowed while he indulged himself in thought.
He dug into his memory, but couldn’t find anything related to when she had said “sorry.”
Did I have a hallucination? Gu Yusheng thought to himself.
Gu Yusheng’s temples hurt from a headache. He lifted his hand and pressed on his temples. He realized Lu Bancheng was watching him, so he casually responded to him with “nothing.”
Gu Yusheng paused for a while before he continued, “Let’s have breakfast first, then rest upstairs.”
“Okay,” Lu Bancheng agreed and picked up his chopsticks.
I might have had hallucinations before, Gu Yusheng thought to himself. He shook his head and tried to shake the doubts away at the same time as he picked up the chopsticks.
…
Gu Yusheng and Lu Bancheng left the table together after breakfast.
Neither of them noticed there was a person sitting behind them. That person had been recording their voices.
The person didn’t stop recording until Gu Yusheng and Lu Bancheng disappeared from his sight at the exit of the restaurant. He replayed the voice recording and didn’t stop listening to it until he was happy with the quality. He put his cell phone away and called the waitress over for the check before he left the restaurant.
The second day Qin Zhi’ai was back from France, she had a role to play in a big movie.
The movie was shot in the suburbs of Beijing. She only played a minor role, so she had plenty of time to ask her agent to drive her back and forth between her house and where the movie was shot.
Qin Zhi’ai knew well that she couldn’t blame Gu Yusheng for everything that had happened in the amusement park. If she didn’t count her feelings towards Gu Yusheng, she was only a body double for Liang Doukou, Gu Yusheng’s wife. No matter the person, anyone would get mad if their wives were too close to other guys.
She hadn’t been careful, so she should have taken half of the responsibility. However, whenever she thought about the necklace Qin Jiayan gave her, she didn’t want to see Gu Yusheng. She talked with Zhoujing and decided to stay at a hotel in the suburbs near where the movie was shot for the next few days.
The housekeeper had called her at the same time every day as she shot the movie in Paris.
It had been a week since she had started shooting the movie.
After coming home, Qin Zhi’ai went directly upstairs to catch up on sleep. She had shot overnight and needed more sleep.
It was already evening when she woke up. Qin Zhi’ai noticed two missed calls when she checked the time on the cellphone. She glanced at the screen, but she knew who had called her. She put her coat on over her shoulders and walked downstairs. She told the housekeeper that she was going to take a walk, then she changed her shoes and walked out of the house. She found a corner in the complex and called the number back.
No one picked up her call for a while. When someone finally did, it was the real Liang Doukou. Her voice was so beautiful, soft and girly. “Why are you calling me back so late?”
“I fell asleep and my phone was on silent.” Qin Zhi’ai was trained to sound like Liang Doukou, but they were still slightly different. However, it was good enough to fool most people. They wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
“Okay,” Liang Doukou responded. She asked the question on her mind. “Is everything all right on your end?”
“Yeah,” Qin Zhi’ai said.
“Great, thank you,” Liang Doukou continued after pausing for a second, “I’ve transferred this month’s pay to Zhou Jing. She’ll cash it for you the day after tomorrow. I’m going to hang up if there’s nothing you wanted to tell me.”
“Wait a second,” Qin Zhi’ai tried to stop Liang Doukou before she hung up the phone.
“What?” Liang Doukou asked.
Qin Zhi’ai held the cell phone for a while before she asked, “When are you coming back?”
