When she shifted her gaze to the living room again, she immediately met a sharp look.
He was holding a water cup, as if he had just filled it and was about to head back to his room.
Gu Qimiao, sneaky as ever, chuckled awkwardly and softly said, "... I’m back."
His gaze was so direct that even though she hadn’t done anything wrong, she felt inexplicably guilty and quickly looked away, lowering her head to change her shoes.
"Have you eaten?" he asked, his tone unreadable, and she didn’t dare to look at his expression.
She just nodded: "Mm."
After changing her shoes, she saw that he was still looking at her, making Gu Qimiao so uneasy that she didn’t know what to do.
As she was racking her brain for a topic, he turned around and walked towards the study.
Gu Qimiao took a step forward, and suddenly his voice came again: "If you’re hungry, there’s food in the microwave."
Without waiting for her to respond, he walked into the study, and the dark door separated them.
Gu Qimiao smiled a little, then trotted to the kitchen.
Actually, he hadn’t changed much. Wasn’t he always ? He looked indifferent but was very caring.
Because Gu Moming had to catch a flight, they had an early dinner, and now she was indeed a little hungry.
She opened the microwave. The food inside was still warm and looked very appetizing.
The food he made tasted especially good. It wasn’t just a lover’s bias; his cooking was genuinely excellent.
Shen Yanchen stood by the study door, listening to the sound of dishes and utensils clinking outside, his lips curling up slightly.
The next day, it rained with snow. It looked cold, so even though Gu Qimiao woke up early, she didn’t want to leave the warmth of her quilt, let alone stretch out to paint.
She just stayed in the quilt all morning, browsing through the works of masters on her phone.
Around seven, she heard Shen Yanchen get up. At this time, her eyes were tired, and she was about to take a nap. Soon, his voice came from beside her: "Not going to work?"
Gu Qimiao immediately woke up, staring blankly at the handsome man standing by the bed, and replied dazedly: "It’s the weekend."
He nodded: "I’m off first. Breakfast is in the microwave."
Gu Qimiao smiled, looking at him in his crisp suit. She only dared to scrutinize his back when he turned around, then buried half of her face in the quilt, secretly smiling.
She felt really happy. Even though she knew this couldn’t last long, she felt content.
To eat the breakfast he made, Gu Qimiao got up from bed, eating while curling up on the sofa watching TV. It was so cold that she didn’t even want to move.
As it was nearing lunchtime, and her stomach started to growl, she was worried about what to eat, when Shen Yanchen called.
Gu Qimiao answered immediately, without any hesitation.
His calm voice came through: "Are you at home?"
"Could you bring a document over? The second blue folder from the left on the desk.
Gu Qimiao immediately threw off the blanket and ran to the study barefoot: "Wait! Let me find it."
He waited patiently on the other end of the line.
Following his instructions, she immediately spotted the folder. She couldn’t help but admire his memory and organizational habits. If it were her, it would probably take her half a day to find her own stuff, let alone remember its exact location.
"Found it. Shall I bring it over now?"
"Yes, to Sheng Han Group. Take a taxi; it’s cold outside, wear more."
"Okay, I’ll be right there."
She quickly changed her clothes and, seeing the snow and rain outside, went back to her room to grab an umbrella.
She first checked the bus stop downstairs but didn’t see any buses going to Sheng Han Group. Not wanting to delay him, she immediately hailed a taxi.
A few minutes later, she arrived in front of a towering skyscraper with large characters engraved on its body: Sheng Han Group.