Sheng Tang really stayed the night.
Mrs. Ding was simply too excited. She chatted with Sheng Tang and Gu Shiyan non-stop, and only left at eleven o’clock.
By eleven, Gu Shiyan was even more worried about Sheng Tang going back.
Sheng Tang had to call Gu Jiahui.
Gu Jiahui seemed to still be working, distracted: "Can’t you just come over and knock on the door if there’s something?"
He thought Sheng Tang was at home.
Sheng Tang said, "I can’t knock on the door, I’m at a friend’s house."
She told Gu Jiahui that she came to Gu Shiyan’s house for dinner and to visit the children in the afternoon, and then she explained in detail what happened that evening.
Gu Jiahui remained silent for a long time.
He didn’t ask her why she went to her ex-boyfriend’s sister’s house, nor did he ask if Gu Shiting was there.
He just paused and asked, "You didn’t get hurt, right?"
The injury on Sheng Tang’s arm was minor; she didn’t want Gu Jiahui to worry: "I’m fine."
Then, she seemed eager to change the topic, "Speaking of coincidences, do you know whose children those two are?"
Without waiting for Gu Jiahui to answer, she revealed, "They’re Ding Ruifan’s children."
Sheng Tang didn’t know if it was Ding Ruifan’s family’s luck or her own luck.
She saved those two children, at the very least saving Ding Ruifan a ransom, and perhaps even saving the lives of those two kids.
At that moment, she didn’t think much of it, nor did she know whose children they were. She was just skilled and daring.
Now, after reflecting, she realized she was indeed lucky: she had made connections with Ding Ruifan. Moreover, Mrs. Ding liked her, which made many things easier. Ding Ruifan would have no reservations about helping her.
"After the new year, there’s Zheng Weiwei’s movie invitation and Ding Ruifan’s friendship..." Sheng Tang lay in bed, slowly contemplating.
She was really lucky.
She knew that the misfortune of the past five years had indeed exhausted all her bad luck. Now, even though she seemed quite miserable, there was still good luck hidden behind it.
She truly should be grateful for the past five years.
Sheng Tang took a deep breath.
She still couldn’t fall asleep.
She lay under the covers, feeling a bit warm—it was Gu Shiting’s body heat lingering on her.
His burning presence almost ignited her.
A young woman, at the peak of her hormones, Sheng Tang too needed some attention from the opposite sex. Gu Shiting’s embrace wasn’t something she could easily ignore.
She sighed deeply.
She really wanted to fall in love, to release some of her emotions. Otherwise, over time, she would succumb to depression.
But she didn’t have the opportunity.
She had a contract with Gu Jiahui, and Gu Jiahui would never genuinely show affection to her; his heart was reserved for Yang Mingming.
It was only in the wee hours that Sheng Tang finally fell asleep.
The next day, she woke up at around nine in the morning. Just upon waking, she heard laughter in the living room.
Gu Shiyan’s voice sounded light and joyful: "Really? That sounds so fun."
Apart from her voice, there was also a man’s.
Sheng Tang got up, washed up in the bathroom of the room, and walked out to see Ding Ruifan.
Besides him, there were also his two children and his wife. Their family must have come after breakfast.
"...Sheng Tang." Ding Ruifan greeted her, "I arrived at around two o’clock last night and didn’t want to disturb you. You saved our whole family’s lives."
Then Ding Ruifan called his two children over to thank Auntie.
His children were very polite, recalling Sheng Tang’s heroic demeanor from last night, and lined up to thank her.
"Auntie, you’re like Superwoman," said the boy.
The girl echoed, "Yes, yes, you’re really cool! Auntie, my dad said you also make movies. Are you filming a heroine?"