As Gu Weiwei entered the elevator, she took a few deep breaths as she held one hand against the railing.
She had thought that when she met Gu Siting again, she would feel heartbroken but it turned out that she did not feel that way.
Standing next to her, Jolin asked discreetly, looking worried, “Did he…”
It was so late at night and she was found in a hotel suite, where she was then given a check with a large figure.
He truly started to suspect that something had happened between her and Gu Siting.
“No, they were looking for someone and took me instead by mistake.” Gu Weiwei explained.
Jolin patted his chest. “Oh man, I got so frightened.”
“Don’t tell anyone anything, especially Third Master.” Gu Weiwei stressed.
“I told no one. I sneaked out through the backdoor.”
Since many stars who attended the film festival stayed at the hotel they were staying in, there were lots of journalists and fans waiting nearby.
Gu Weiwei put on the wig, just in case the paparazzi caught them sneaking back inside through the back kitchen.
Jolin did not ask her anything more, but kept her company back to her room.
“Sleep well, we have a plane to catch tomorrow.”
Gu Weiwei returned to the room, locked the door and fell onto the bed. She had not been able to fall asleep at the beginning but then she fell asleep and had a nightmare.
Again and again, she had the dream where her heart was dug out by Ling Yan when she was alive, whilst Gu Siting was standing by, watching her nonchalantly.
Those people and whatever she had experienced had become so familiar and strange that she was frightened.
At two in the morning, she was jerked awake from the nightmare, sweating terribly. She was no longer able to fall asleep.
She groped for the phone and suddenly realized that Fu Hanzheng had not contacted her for two days.
Her finger came to Baby Zheng but she removed her finger before reaching out for the contact again.
Finally, she made the call.
She had thought that Fu Hanzheng would have already fallen asleep and would not have picked up the phone.
Yet the phone had just rung once when it went through.
“Weiwei.”
The low-voice arose by her ear and Gu Weiwei felt like crying.
She had not expected that she would miss this voice so deeply.
Sensing her silence, Fu Hanzheng asked, “Why are you not yet sleeping?”
Gu Weiwei stayed silent for a while and said, “I just had a nightmare and woke up.”
Fu Hanzheng could tell that she was speaking between sobs, and he was reminded of what she was like when she had a nightmare last time.
“I’m sorry I am not with you right now.”
With her arms wrapped around her knees, Gu Weiwei said with a muffled voice, “If you are not busy right now, talk with me for a while.”
For some reason, she missed his voice.
Fu Hanzheng put down the work he was doing and said as he thought of the pictures, “You were very beautiful tonight.”
Except that there was also a foreign female star who had her paws on her shoulders when they were taking pictures together.
“Thank you for the gown.” Gu Weiwei said with a smile.
She did not believe that Fu Shiyi’s two texts would have caused such an expensive and rare gown to be sent to her.
Fu Hanzheng was not a talkative man, so their conversation basically finished after a few lines.
“What about me reading you a paragraph to help you fall asleep?”
“Yes.”
In the study of the Jinxiu Compound in the capital city.
Fu Hanzheng got up from his desk and went to search for a book to read on the shelf.
On the computer, Fu Shiqin was so annoyed that he struck the table; he was video-working with Fu Hanzheng because of the long distance.
“I am in the middle of urgent matters, can you help your girlfriend sleep when we finish the work?”
Fu Hanzheng glanced at the shelf and found that he truly did not have a proper book that he could read to her.
He stayed still for a moment and then read her an English poem with his low voice.
“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.
Whenever you’re in trouble, I’m always near.
Whenever you feel alone, and you think everyone has given up…
Reach out for me, and I will give you my everlasting love.”
His voice seemed to have the magic of appeasing people and warming someone’s heart up.
Gu Weiwei’s troubled mind was now finally appeased, and she chuckled.
“Uncle Fu, you are making me less sleepy.”
So the paragraph had turned out to be such a flirty love poem?
