Wen Chi looked at the time with some difficulty, âItâs pretty late, letâs get together next time.â
His words interrupted Song Yingâs thoughts, and she snapped back to reality, then added, âRight, letâs rest earlier, after all, thereâs plenty of time ahead.â
Gao Jie curled his lip disdainfully at Wen Chi, âHavenât you recently stopped going to work? Just relax a little.â
Wen Chi helplessly said, âDidnât you just say you want to build a headquarters here? Weâll have plenty of time then.â
âAlright, someone who doesnât know you would think youâre whipped, scared of getting scolded if you get back late?â Gao Jie thought what he said made sense, and he didnât care about that moment anymore, after all, he had already arranged the opportunity for him, and whether he could seize it was up to him.
âYeah, Iâm just afraid of getting scolded by my wife,â Wen Chi replied on cue.
âCut it out, who are you kidding?â Gao Jie laughed and patted his shoulder.
Forget it, with other people around, Iâll talk to him about it later. But I guess if I tell him my wife is the celebrity Gu Huanhuan, heâd think I was spouting nonsense, telling an impossible tale.
Itâs precisely because Huanhuanâs identity is rather special that heâs keeping things low-key and hasnât told anyone else.
If he told people, they might think he was showing off, and there are many with dark thoughts. He didnât want to join that excitement; if someone recognized his wife, heâd acknowledge it, but he wouldnât take the initiative to tell others.
Hearing Gao Jie say this, Wen Chi chuckled, âIâll tell you about it later.â
âSure, no problem. Song Ying, did you drive here?â Gao Jie suddenly remembered to ask.
âIâve just returned not long ago and am not very familiar with the roads yet, so I took a taxi,â Song Ying explained.
âOh, Iâve had some drinks tonight, need to get a designated driver, Chi, youâre on her way, give Song Ying a lift,â Gao Jie said, secretly thinking this was a great chance for his mateâif he couldnât take advantage of it, Gao Jie would lose some respect for him.
Since Gao Jie had asked, it wouldnât be right to refuse.
âOkay, letâs go, Iâll drive you back, Song Ying,â Wen Chi led the way, and Song Ying followed closely behind.
Gao Jie watched their departing figures from behind and couldnât help lamenting, what a stunning pair they made.
Once in the car, to break the awkward silence, Song Ying said somewhat unnaturally, âWen Chi, we are going to be colleagues, Iâll need your guidance since Iâve only just come back.â
âI probably wonât be able to offer much help for a while, a medical dispute arose last week, and Iâm currently suspended,â Wen Chi thought she would find out eventually and opted to simply tell her.
âAh, so thatâs what happened,â Song Ying said, lost in thought.
No wonder he seemed somewhat downcast, not possessing his usual spirited demeanor.
Looking at him, Song Ying silently resolved to help him out.
In fact, Wen Chi really didnât carry much of a psychological burden; he was at peace with his actions, so he didnât feel troubled by it.
Soon, they reached the residential area where Song Ying lived, a newly developed one, with rumors of its price being tens of thousands per square meter. Only the not-so-ordinary lived in such a place.
Wen Chi gave a wry smile, realizing he was unnecessarily worrying over another personâs affairs.
Song Ying gracefully got out of the car, then bent down to say goodbye to Wen Chi.
Her bright eyes were still captivating in the dark night, full of smiles.
Wen Chi nodded slightly in response, then started the car and left.
Song Ying stood at the entrance of the residential area, watching the car vanish from sight before turning around to walk into the neighborhood.
Fate is indeed mysterious; meeting some people once can leave one with an unforgettable impression.