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After work, Lan Hui hurriedly set off, almost colliding with a Maserati coming from the opposite direction.
At the same time, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome face that looked like it needed a good punch.
"President Gu, sorry about that."
Lan Hui lifted her foot and was about to rush forward.
"In a hurry? Perfect timing, hop in," he said.
With a luxury car and a handsome guy accompanying her, even if it was a trap, she would willingly step into it.
Café Wings at 12 Zijing Mountain Road.
"President Gu, I'm waiting for someone here."
Lan Hui subtly hinted to President Gu, which was equivalent to an eviction notice.
This table was reserved for the nouveau riche she was expecting.
"I'm waiting for someone too," President Gu casually crossed his long legs.
This guy was purely looking for trouble and even posed in such an alluring way. Did he not know that her self-control was limited?
"President Gu, I reserved this table." She gave him a bit of face and suggested he leave quickly if he had any sense.
"I know, I'm not bothering you," President Gu's handsome face became even more charming, looking like he was asking for trouble.
"I really admire your father."
She decided to use his own tactics against him.
"What do you mean?"
"Good upbringing; even when it comes to dating, you have to share a table with others!" After her teasing, Lan Hui buried her little face into her cup to avoid him getting angry and ruining her looks.
"Um!"
She thought he would jump up and argue with her, but to her surprise, he didn't take it to heart at all, his backside firmly glued to the cushion.
Lan Hui wished she could throw a ruler at him right now to measure the thickness of his skin, but the reality was that she had only lightly tugged at the tablecloth, causing the steaming cup of coffee to spill right onto President Gu.
His straight suit was instantly stained.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Lan Hui's face was clearly filled with regret.
"Lavender, is this how you treat your benefactor? Don't worry, I won't let you off easily."
Lan Hui wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and escape.
"Lavender" was their code name for meeting.
The nouveau riche turned out to be him.
For several days, Lan Hui lived in constant fear. At night, she kept a knife under her pillow; she bet that Donald Duck—no, President Gu—had never suffered such a great humiliation.
So, until she felt safe, she decided to stay tucked away in her shell.
Donald Duck appeared on her WeChat feed as frequently as three meals a day.
When she couldn't sleep at night and sent a crying emoji, he immediately responded with a comforting emoji;
When she got a new haircut, he was the first to comment: "So beautiful!";
When she achieved something, he praised: "Awesome!";
Even when she forgot to bring toilet paper to the restroom, he silently gave it a thumbs up.
It's worth noting that many of their friends overlapped, and most of them were company employees.
Such high-profile actions exposed both parties to public scrutiny overnight.
The obvious advance made Lan Hui's IQ drop instantly. She foolishly sent a private message: "Why do you want to help me?"
He replied with an unrelated comment: "Did the coffee burn your hand that day?"
"Where have you been all these years?"
"I knew it. Without me in your life, you would be very lonely. Would you believe me if I said I came back just for you?"
How could she believe that?
"That's even now."
That one line completely ruined the originally beautiful atmosphere of confession.
After a while, he still hadn't replied.
"Respond already! They’ve laid it all out like this, and you're still not getting to the point?" Zhang Jie on the other end of WeChat was even more anxious than she was.
There was nothing she could do; she was just slow to warm up.
It was this slow warmth that had led to the end of several relationships during college.
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