Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When Gu Yusheng opened the door and got in the car, Xiaowang turned his head and looked at him doubtfully.
Mr. Gu arrived at the door, but why did he just stand there for a while and leave?
Xiaowang was very confused, but didn’t dare to ask. While Gu Yusheng sat back into his seat, he silently started the car and drove out of the yard, then asked, “Mr. Gu, are we going back to the company?”
Immersed in random thoughts, Gu Yusheng didn’t respond.
Xiaowang drove directly to the company without asking again.
About they had traveled about two miles, Gu Yusheng mechanically took a cigar out and started smoking.
While Xiaowang was focusing on the road ahead, he observed Gu Yusheng secretly.
He felt that Mr. Gu looked different at that moment compared to normal days, but he couldn’t tell the difference.
When they had almost arrived at the company, Gu Yusheng burst out suddenly, “Drive back home.”
Ever since Miss Liang moved into his villa, Mr. Gu never went back home except during the two months when Miss Liang was away for work. Why does he want to go home today?
“Ah?” Xiaowang was surprised, but when he realized his improper reaction, he responded immediately, “Yes, Mr. Gu.”
Then he lifted his foot from the brake and drove back home.
When the car stopped in the yard and Gu Yusheng walked into the villa, Xiaowang, while he was backing up the car, abruptly figured out why Gu Yusheng looked different that day. Mr. Gu seemed to be a bit confused when he was smoking in the car… Yes, confused, as if he was pondering over something inexplicable.
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Qin Zhi’ai didn’t have dinner at the Gu Mansion, instead choosing to drive back to Gu Yusheng’s villa at four o’clock in the afternoon.
Since it was almost rush hour, the road was somewhat congested, so the usual ride home of forty minutes took Qin Zhi’ai an hour and a half that day.
After having parking the car in the garage, Qin Zhi’ai took the elevator and went directly to the second floor.
She changed her shoes at the elevator door, then carried her handbag and walked into her bedroom.
When she had just pushed the door open, the strong and pungent smell of smoke attacked her even before she stepped in.
Qin Zhi’ai frowned slightly, then raised her head to look into the room, as if she realized something.
Gu Yusheng was sitting on the sofa and smoking with his legs crossed. In front of him was an ashtray full of cigarette butts.
The window was open, the breeze in the summer night blowing in and stirring the curtains. The curtain kept floating around, sometimes sweeping over his shoulders.
After standing at the door for a while, Qin Zhi’ai recovered from her shock.
Gu Yusheng… Why, why is he home?
While she was debating over whether or not to walk in, Gu Yusheng seemed to have heard her movements. He slightly tilted his head and saw her out of the corner of his eye.