Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
From the very first time Qin Zhi’ai saw Gu Yusheng, she had a crush on him.
But that night, seeing him arrogantly fighting for her, her heartbeat pounded exceptionally fiercely.
After a very long time, she realized that the fast heartbeat meant she was screwed.
When the fight ended, Gu Yusheng, Wu Hao, and the others were about to leave, but Qin Zhi’ai still stood blankly in the corner where she had been pushed away by Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng walked to the door, then back into the restaurant when he saw she was still standing there stiffly. He patted her head and shouted, “Hey, sweetheart, let’s go!”
He called me sweetheart? Qin Zhi’ai lowered her head with rosy cheeks and followed Gu Yusheng’s steps outside.
Outside of the western restaurant, Gu Yusheng hailed a taxi, and they went to his home together.
There was nobody in his villa. Gu Yusheng turned on the lights, found a first aid kit, and threw it to Xu Wennuan for Wu Hao’s wounds.
However, he didn’t care about the wounds on his own body at all. He got a cigarette from the tea table, but when he was about to light it, he glanced at Qin Zhi’ai, who was sitting in an armchair seriously. He paused for a second and lit the cigarette quickly, then went into the kitchen and carried out a cup of juice for Qin Zhi’ai.
He put the juice in front of Qin Zhi’ai, but before he spoke, he saw a glaring light flashing away outside the curtains. He frowned, raised his head to look outside, then said to Wu Hao fiercely, “Haozi, my father’s back. Take them out the back door!”
Hearing that, Wu Hao stood up hurriedly, grabbed Xu Wennuan, and waved at Qin Zhi’ai, then ran toward the back door with quick, experienced movements.
When they ran into the backyard, Xu Wennuan realized that she had left her handbag in the house, but Wu Hao grasped her wrist tightly and pulled her to run, saying, “Maybe another day! Now isn’t the right time. We’ll be dead in there!”
Dead in there? The words that Wu Hao said to Xu Wennuan in the restaurant ran through Qin Zhi’ai’s mind.
“His dad always beats him and his mother when he gets home, and he beats them very severely…”
Qin Zhi’ai gradually stopped her footsteps, and after a look back at the splendid villa, she turned around and ran back.
The back door hadn’t been closed when they left. Qin Zhi’ai walked into the villa quietly, but before she made it into the living room, she heard the sound of someone being hit and a shout from a middle-aged man—”You destroyed my good mood, I’m gonna beat you to death…
“You are a disaster, just like your mother!
“You f**king asshole! Still hiding, huh? I’ll kick you to death.”
