So, he smashed his fist onto the steering wheel and then burst out laughing, saying, "Gu Nuan, you can’t blame me."
Following that, he made a phone call for a tow truck.
The next morning, Tang Qingzhong arrived at the office and discovered, unusually, that Gu Nuan, who habitually arrived early at the office, hadn’t shown up even though it was almost time to start work.
Worried about Gu Nuan’s safety, Tang Qingzhong called Gu Nuan.
After a few vibrations, a man’s voice came from the other side, "Who is it?"
This voice sounded somewhat familiar. Tang Qingzhong thought for a moment and recalled the man who, along with Zhan Dapeng, had come to rescue them when he and Gu Nuan were trapped on the roof. It seemed to be that man’s voice.
Who was that man? He only remembered that the man had claimed to be Gu Nuan’s husband.
Because Zhan Dapeng said it was a top secret, Tang Qingzhong was scared, and he didn’t dare to ask Gu Nuan for more details.
"I am—her colleague—" Tang Qingzhong couldn’t help but gulp before answering.
He always felt that this young man, despite his young age, possessed a commanding tone that naturally demanded respect.
"Oh—" The person on the other end seemed to have remembered who he was, saying, "You are Commissioner Tang, right? My wife usually receives your care. So, she won’t come to work today; please take a leave of absence for her."
"Understood." Tang Qingzhong finished speaking and then realized that, inexplicably, he had automatically taken the other’s request as a command.
The person on the other end of the line sensed this, chuckled softly, and ended the call.
After hanging up Tang Qingzhong’s call, Xiao Yebai gently kissed the forehead of the person sleeping in his arms and said, "I’ll go make breakfast, you sleep a little longer."
The person evidently sleepy in his arms didn’t move.
Xiao Yebai could only get up from the bed himself.
After he left, Gu Nuan suddenly felt a bit cold. Even on a hot day, his body was like a furnace; leaving him, she really felt a bit uncomfortable.
This made her feel a small pang of gloom in her heart. Could it be that just one night had made her start getting used to being with him?
Weary, in pain, with the passion of last night, Gu Nuan opened her eyes bewilderedly and looked around.
A scene both familiar and strange filled her mind.
It wasn’t until her hand touched the shocking red on the bedsheet that she suddenly awoke.
Mrs. Xiao in the true sense of the word.
Gu Nuan slowly sat up, her palm clutching the trace of last night. At that moment, she gazed at what she was holding in her hand, somewhat lost in thought.
After going to the restroom, as he had told her, the man headed to the kitchen. It was then she abruptly heard a startled cry from the kitchen area, Gu Nuan jolted awake: My God, did that Martian kid really go cook?
One would know just by thinking that he wouldn’t be cooking, not even the simplest breakfast of toasting a couple of slices of bread in a toaster.
Gu Nuan hurriedly got out of bed, slipped into her slippers. Since she wasn’t dressed, she just picked up a few scattered pieces of clothing at random and hurriedly dashed out to put out a fire.
A kitchen accident can be major or minor, and if one isn’t careful, a fire could start, and lives could be at risk, something Gu Nuan didn’t even want to think about.
Upon rushing into the kitchen, she saw his imposing figure clearly at a disadvantage in front of the stove, retreating step by step, holding a pot lid as if it were a shield from ancient times, blocking the splashing liquid from a milk pot on the stove.
Gu Nuan had to step past him and calmly turned off the gas stove.