Chapter 137: Don’t Go, I Need You
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Gu Qingcheng gazed at Qi Shaoze and gently tugged him towards the door.
Qi Shaoze wore a puzzled expression. “What’s going on?”
Nervousness gripped Gu Qingcheng, causing her to pant after just a couple of steps. She struggled to find the words, her breath catching.
“Take slow breaths,” Qi Shaoze comforted her swiftly. “You can tell me when you’ve calmed down.”
Gu Qingcheng motioned for Qi Shaoze to step back, her eyes reflecting her anxiety.
Qi Shaoze grasped Gu Qingcheng’s arm. “What’s the matter?”
“Driver!” Gu Qingcheng managed to catch her breath after a prolonged moment of holding it. “Drive me to the city.”
“Why?” Qi Shaoze inquired, perplexed. “What are you doing downtown in the middle of the night?”
“I’ve asked you to drive. Why are you asking so much?” Gu Qingcheng’s agitation showed in her impatient gesture. Seeing his lack of response, she reached out and insisted, “If you won’t drive, then give me the car keys, and I’ll drive myself.”
Qi Shaoze felt a sense of helplessness. “My dear, you can’t drive when you’re drunk. ”
“That’s why I want you to drive.” Gu Qingcheng looked at Qi Shaoze with intoxicated eyes. “Will you drive? If you don’t, don’t bother coming to me later.” Qi Shaoze gave in to Gu Qingcheng’s demand. “Alright, I’ll drive.”
Once in the car, he glanced at Gu Qingcheng, who sat in the passenger seat, and inquired, “Where are you headed? I’ll take you.”
Despite her drowsiness, Gu Qingcheng’s stomach was in turmoil.
“Don’t talk to me, or I might vomit.”
Qi Shaoze was taken aback. “Okay, I won’t say a word.”
They soon reached the city, where neon lights painted vibrant patterns across the night. Gu Qingcheng’s discomfort escalated.
“Stop quickly.”
Observing Gu Qingcheng’s distress, Qi Shaoze promptly parked by the roadside.
Gu Qingcheng’s stomach was in turmoil, but she couldn’t bring herself to vomit.
Qi Shaoze gently patted her back. “You’ll feel better if you let it out.”
Gu Qingcheng pushed him aside and hailed a taxi.
The taxi pulled up in front of her, and Gu Qingcheng glanced at Qi Shaoze. “You can go back now.”
Before Qi Shaoze could respond, the taxi was already moving.
He tried to catch up but was halted by a red light. He watched helplessly as the taxi disappeared from view.
Inside the taxi, Gu Qingcheng battled her spinning head.
“Miss, try not to vomit in the car,” the taxi driver advised. “Let me know if you need to. Cleaning up vomit is a real hassle.”
“I haven’t vomited,” Gu Qingcheng murmured, suppressing the discomfort.
“Take me to Wanmei Villa.”
During the ride, she attempted to call Huo Cheng, only to be greeted by his switched-off phone.
Time crept by, and dawn began to break as they arrived at Wanmei Villa. Raindrops fell as she entered the vast estate. She made her way to her bedroom under the rain.
The room remained as she left it, with no sign of Huo Sicheng. Furrowing her brows, she rushed to the bathroom to retch.
“Miss Gu, what brings you here?” Mr. Zhao’s voice rang out.
Gu Qingcheng stumbled out of her room, relief washing over her at the sight of him.
“Where’s Huo Sicheng?”
Mr. Zhao detected the scent of alcohol on Gu Qingcheng and looked concerned. “Young Master hasn’t returned.”
Puzzled by Huo Sicheng’s absence, she recalled that Chu Yu and Huo Sicheng had visited Qi Shaoze’s house together. Chu Yu must know where Huo Sicheng was.
“Give me Chu Yu’s number.”
“Sorry, I can’t.” Mr. Zhao possessed Chu Yu’s contact details, but he hesitated to share them with Gu Qingcheng. Lowering his voice, he advised, “Miss Gu, how much longer will you stay by Young Master’s side? You can still maintain your dignity after divorcing him now, but once Miss Li returns, that dignity might vanish. ”
“Enough of your lecturing.” Gu Qingcheng’s head pounded, and she couldn’t entertain Mr. Zhao’s advice. “Give me Chu Yu’s number. I know you have it.”
After a prolonged stare, Mr. Zhao finally relented and provided Chu Yu’s private number. He then left the room.
Gu Qingcheng dialed Chu Yu’s number, the call connecting promptly.
“Who’s calling?” Chu Yu inquired.
“Where’s Huo Sicheng?” Gu Qingcheng asked.
“Uh… Madam?” Chu Yu’s voice held surprise. He quickly explained, “I don’t know where Mr. Huo went.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Gu Qingcheng’s voice escalated. “You’re always with Huo Sicheng. How could you not know where he is? Did he tell you not to disclose his location? Don’t listen to him. Tell me immediately, or I won’t forgive you.”
“Madam, I truly don’t know.” Chu Yu sounded genuinely distressed. “Shortly after we left Qi Shaoze’s house, Mr. Huo asked me to leave the car, and then he drove away.”
Chu Yu seemed to realize his mistake and hesitated before admitting, “Madam, I really don’t know where Mr. Huo went, but I’ll find out for you.”
“Get the information as soon as possible.”
“Mr. Huo went abroad.”
“Abroad?” Gu Qingcheng’s surprise was palpable. “Why would he suddenly leave the country?”
“This…” Chu Yu hesitated.
“Do you know where he went?” Gu Qingcheng probed.
“Mr. Huo’s private jet departed from Jiang City, but his exact destination is unknown. I’ll inform you as soon as I have the details of his landing.”
“Contact me as soon as you find out.” Gu Qingcheng’s anxiety was evident. “I need to know quickly.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Biting her lower lip, Gu Qingcheng, her head throbbing, returned to her room and lay down.
On the wide bed, she stared at the spot Huo Sicheng usually occupied.
He used to flip over.
She buried her face in the pillow, catching a trace of Huo Sicheng’s cool scent. Exhausted yet sleepless, she called out his name in her heart.
High in the night sky, darkness enveloped everything.
Huo Sicheng, adorned in a meticulously tailored suit, gazed out of the window. His face, graced with prominent features, was illuminated by the dim light. A pair of elongated, phoenix-like eyes shone beneath his dark eyebrows, while his nose bridge and slender lips exuded an air of elegance and authority. His features were chiseled to perfection, reminiscent of the gods of ancient
Greece.
Seated beside the window, his countenance betrayed complexity. Huo Sicheng occupied a private jet, soaring through the night sky while a somber piano piece, “Una Mattina,” resonated within the cabin. This melody was reserved for his most melancholic moments, echoing his feelings of loneliness and vulnerability.
The music was fragile, much like the pre-dawn chill of winter, when the sun had yet to grace the horizon. A coldness seeped into his skin, chilling his bones and blood.
Delicate.
Solitary.
Incapacitated.
In this instant, he resembled not an imperious emperor but a sea king forever concealed beneath the waves. The depths of the ocean offered no sunlight— only an abyssal darkness.
Yi Shui approached Huo Sicheng with a respectful demeanor. “Young Master
Huo, Chu Yu called. Madam is looking for you once again.. Should I share your
schedule with her?”