Gu Qimiao was also very surprised. When she came here, Fang Shaobei didn’t mention that it was his gallery.
"No wonder you’re so skilled, turns out you’re the boss’s apprentice." After expressing her amazement, Mei Jie asked gossiply: "Is the boss very handsome?"
Gu Qimiao nodded: "He’s alright."
No matter how handsome, he couldn’t compare to the person in her heart.
Mei Jie gossiped a bit more about Fang Shaobei before returning to her work.
Gu Qimiao also took out her sketches and began coloring.
When you have something to do, the day just flies by.
This time Shen Yanchen had already parked the car in front of the gallery before she got off work.
His car naturally attracts attention. The moment he stepped out, he could hear the calls of the girls by the roadside.
Luckily there were few people around, otherwise, they might have mistaken him for a celebrity and swarmed him.
Under the teasing comments from her colleagues, Gu Qimiao walked towards him, feeling embarrassed.
He seemed unaware of the eyes on them, his attention solely on her, naturally taking her drawing board from her back and softly asking: "Off work at six-thirty?"
While speaking, he opened the car door, shielding her as she got in. Gu Qimiao responded while sitting down: "Actually, there’s no fixed time. As long as the work is submitted on time, it doesn’t matter if it’s early or late."
After she finished speaking, he nodded lightly to show he understood, then closed the car door.
He gently placed her drawing board in the trunk, walked around to the driver’s seat, and started the car, then said: "I’ll pick you up from now on."
"It’s okay! I can take the bus, it’s direct and convenient."
He directly ignored her refusal and asked: "What do you feel like eating tonight?"
Gu Qimiao hesitated for a couple of seconds, still undecided when his phone rang.
He glanced sideways at the screen, where the word "Grandma" was displayed.
He cast a glance at it, waited a moment, then answered the call, his voice icy as usual, suggesting he treated everyone this way.
"What’s wrong, Grandma?"
On the other end, the elderly woman’s voice sounded weak: "Chenchen, Grandma is sick. Your parents are not home, could you come back to see Grandma?"
Shen Yanchen was silent for a moment. This woman had tricked him more than once or twice, so he replied: "I’ll call Uncle to check on you."
His uncle was a doctor, certainly better than him, who didn’t know medicine.
"No need, no need! Your uncle’s busy. I just have a little cold, you just come home for a bit."
Shen Yanchen thought about it. A lonely elderly woman at home, even if she’s pretending to be sick, he should go see her.
"Okay, I’ll come over right away."
After hanging up, he directly informed Gu Qimiao: "My grandma is sick, I have to go there tonight."
"Oh, then drop me off at the next intersection, I’ll go by myself..."
"Come with me." He interrupted her.
Gu Qimiao froze, feeling odd about going home with him to meet his elders, her ears turning red uncontrollably.
"She likes having company, let’s just visit briefly and then leave."
"... Okay." Since he had already said so, she couldn’t refuse anymore.
At the next intersection, the car turned around. Watching the passing scenery outside the window, Gu Qimiao couldn’t stop worrying about how to introduce herself later. What should she say about her relationship with Shen Yanchen?
Ordinary friends? That sounded too distant and unconvincing. Who would take an ordinary friend to visit their grandma, especially of the opposite sex?
Should she say she’s the younger sister from the Gu family? That would only complicate their relationship further.
Thinking over and over, she couldn’t come up with a suitable identity, making herself more and more nervous, her palms sweating.
After about half an hour, the car steadily stopped in front of a classical-style villa.
"We’re here." He softly reminded her.
Gu Qimiao looked at the beautiful house outside, dazed, she unclasped her seatbelt and followed him towards the villa.
He slowed his pace to walk beside her, but she walked slower and slower, yet there was no turning back now...