Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai instinctively froze right at the spot, but after a while, when she moved her lips to greet him, she suddenly remembered his desire to be done with her. He wouldn’t appreciate her greeting. She lowered her eyes to cover her sadness, the idea of greeting him completely erased.
Qin Zhi’ai didn’t enter the room, but stood at the door wordlessly.
Gu Yusheng never intended to say anything either.
The whole room fell into dead silence.
Gradually, Qin Zhi’ai felt like she couldn’t bear the nerves anymore—her palms were already covered with sweat.
After a long while, she finally figured out what to say to him, raising her eyes and gritting her teeth, but when she was about to open her mouth, Gu Yusheng, who had long been silent, suddenly waved her over, saying, “Come here!”
It seemed to be the first time he had spoken to her in such a peaceful tone since she had moved into his villa three months ago… Qin Zhi’ai glanced at him in surprise, then averted her eyes again. She remained standing there with her eyes downcast, but after a short while, she stepped slowly into the room.
The closer she got to him, the thicker the smoke was, and the more nervous she became.
After all, she didn’t have the courage to move any closer, so she stopped about two feet in front of him.
With a cigarette between his lips, Gu Yusheng cast an eye at Qin Zhi’ai, and paused for several seconds, then took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her.
Qin Zhi’ai looked at him in confusion and saw no intention to explain in his eyes, so she reached out and took the envelope. She lowered her head, opened the envelope slightly, and saw a wad of cash in it.
Why had he given her money?
While Qin Zhi’ai stared at the cash in a daze, the housekeeper came upstairs and knocked on the door, breaking the silence in the room. “Mister, Miss, dinner is ready.”
“Okay,” Gu Yusheng responded, signalling for the housekeeper to go. He raised his head to look at the girl who was staring at the envelope blankly, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up, explaining emotionlessly, “It’s for the medical expenses.”
Then, regardless of whether she had heard him or not, he bypassed her and went down the stairs.
It’s for the medical expenses… These words ran through Qin Zhi’ai’s mind, and she suddenly remembered what Gu Yusheng had said on the phone the day after the car accident—-I just want you to ask her for me how much the medical expenses were yesterday. I’ll ask my secretary to send it to her, but I don’t want to owe her anything in case she continues to bother me using that as an excuse.
Therefore, the first time that he had taken the initiative to talk to her in a normal tone was only to take care of business with her.
However, did he know that night that she hadn’t saved him as Liang Doukou, but the girl who had been missing him for eight years even though she had been stood up twice and totally forgotten by him?