She turned back, looking at Feng Chengjin with eyes that seemed overly deep, bewildered.
Feng Chengjin, however, was unwilling to explain.
The car engine roared, and they instantly left the parking spot they had just occupied.
The direction of their speeding was something Gu Zixuan couldn’t understand further.
Without even noticing the black car that passed the wrong way beside them.
Twenty minutes later, after twists and turns, the car entered another community, more premium and secluded than Jinyue Zijing Mansion.
Stopping the car, she was pulled by him into a twenty-six-story apartment, where she realized what he intended to do.
Changing into slippers at the entrance, Feng Chengjin tossed the keys aside and handed her a pair of slippers, bending down, "This is an apartment I own in Shangpin Yuncui. I seldom stay here; there’s a cleaning lady, Mrs. Xu, who comes fixedly at 8 am every day to clean and leaves before 11. Other than that, no one’s in this apartment. You can stay here for now. Let me know if you need anything."
Gu Zixuan, with a trembling heart, quietly watching his back, said, "No need, I’ll just stay at Yu Wei’s place."
Feng Chengjin raised his head, fixating on her face, raising an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to go with the injury on your face?"
Ten minutes later, sitting on the sofa, realizing she had no place to go, Gu Zixuan watched as Feng Chengjin brought a medical kit, looking for hydrogen peroxide, feeling a twinge in her heart.
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The injury on her face couldn’t possibly be shown to Yu Wei; if not, Yu Wei might recklessly go after He Qimo.
Thinking of her parents’ situation at home, she dared not return.
Her social circle was so small, rarely socializing after marriage, merely having good relationships with a few senior colleagues, but they were all abroad or in other cities. Looking around, Rong City had no support... fre.ewebnov el.com
Lowering her gaze, she calmly said, "I will complete the proposal as soon as possible. If you are willing, I would like to follow up on the project."
Feng Chengjin paused, glanced at her with his Mo Tong eyes.
Without a word, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolling them up, revealing two sections of lean, toned forearms, took the hydrogen peroxide and a cotton swab, and began applying it to her cheek.
His breath was light and clean, accompanied by the action of looking closely at her wound, lingering near her nose.
A pair of lips with an enchanting curvature; perhaps because he often smiled, even when naturally taut, they remained gentle.
"I don’t object to you following up on the project; it would be even better if you could work at my company. I’ll make you the project director."
The calm yet profound tone made Gu Zixuan look up at him.
She fell into those eyes, deeper than obsidian, more profound than the night sky...
Elsewhere, at Jinyue Zijing Mansion.
He Qimo parked in the underground garage road but didn’t pull into a parking space, his eyes frozen.
Recalling the moment they barely missed cars earlier, he wasn’t sure whether it was an illusion or a hallucination that he saw the figure, finding it hard to believe.
Especially when his eyes fell, seeing the car number through the rearview mirror.
Feng Yi’s CEO Feng Chengjin’s car.
He furrowed his brows, considering to park and go up to find Gu Zixuan, but as soon as he released the brake, for some reason, his expression froze...