Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hearing a knock on the door, Qin Zhi’ai opened it to find Xiaowang. She thanked him and took the clothes he was holding out, but when she had been about to close the door, she stopped and asked, “Where is he?”
“You mean Mr. Gu?” Xiaowang turned his head and pointed to the door directly opposite to the room where Qin Zhi’ai was, saying, “He might be in this room…” He seemed to be aware of her intentions, so he added after a short pause, “If you want to leave, remember to let Mr. Gu know.”
“Okay.” Qin Zhi’ai nodded slightly, and stared at that door for a while with the clothes in her hand. Then she closed the door after said thanks to Xiaowang again.
After changing her clothes and drying her hair, she sat on the sofa and stared through the window at the rain that gradually become lighter. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she had already made a decision. She stood up from the sofa, took her handbag, and walked towards the door.
She opened the door, and clenched her fingers on the handbag. After giving herself a relatively long pep talk in her mind, she finally moved to the the door across the corridor.
Standing in front of the door, Qin Zhi’ai took a few more deep breaths to pluck up her courage, then rang the doorbell.
Because the walls were soundproof, Qin Zhi’ai vaguely heard someone say, “Coming,” as the doorbell rang a few times. After over ten seconds had passed, the door was abruptly pulled open by someone.
Before she had seen clearly who opened the door, the person said, “Where’s the beer! More spirits please, and a…”
Lu Bancheng stopped before he finished his words, and stared at Qin Zhi’ai astonishedly. Then he murmured, “It turned out that he left to pick you up…”
His voice was so low that Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t hear clearly, so she asked, “Hmm?”
“Oh!” Lu Bancheng responded, as if he had realized something. Then he smiled at her, turned around, and shouted inside, “Brother Sheng.”
Over Lu Bancheng’s shoulders, Qin Zhi’ai saw the scene in the room.
A crowd of people were there, both men and women. Some were drinking, some singing.
Qin Zhi’ai found Gu Yusheng with one sweep of the room. He was sitting on the sofa, smoking alone.
At this time, not even a bit of anger showed on him, from head to toe. With two buttons undone on his chest, his sexy collarbone was revealed. It seemed like he was listening to someone with his head tilted. He smiled brightly and said, “Nonsense,” to that person, as if he was in a very good mood. Then he raised his head and blew out several smoke rings playfully.
With the same sense of buoyancy, Gu Yusheng looked the same as he had when he was still a young man.
Seeing that, Qin Zhi’ai fell into a daze unconsciously.
She thought Gu Yusheng might have been the only one in the world who could be so perfectly noble and wild.
