The two sisters worked together to prepare a table full of dishes and then waited for the four n to co for dinner. This al turned out quite sumptuous, as they had made everything they could. However, they used up most of the ingredients provided; if the n wanted to cook afterward, they’d have to buy everything anew.
"Chu Molin, where are the principal and the others?" Qin Xue went to the living room after fixing the al, only to find Chu Molin sitting alone, with no sign of the other three n.
"Upstairs," Chu Molin gestured upward. He hadn’t asked what they were doing there, nor did he follow them. People have their privacy; anything that could be said openly would be shared in front of him. Since the others went upstairs to avoid him, it ant the matter wasn’t ant for him to know, so he stayed downstairs.
"What do we do now?" Qin Xue pointed to the dishes on the table.
"Let’s wait a bit. If they don’t co down soon, then we’ll go up and call them," Chu Molin replied. There was nothing else they could do; they had to wait.
"Where’s Gong Wuyou?" Qin Xue thought the principal and others might not be around, but surely Gong Wuyou should be.
"He got a phone call and said he had sothing urgent to attend to, so he rushed out. He hasn’t returned yet," Chu Molin recalled Gong Wuyou leaving hastily after receiving a call, despite his attempts to call him back.
"Alright, we’ll just have to wait," Qin Xue decided, sitting with her sister to wait for them.
"Gong Wuyou, you’re back. Did sothing happen?" Qin Xue asked as Gong Wuyou entered.
"Nothing much. I thought Qing Teng had arrived, so I went out to check, but it turns out I was mistaken," Gong Wuyou explained the reason for his hurried departure.
"Are you fond of Qing Teng?" Qin Xue looked at Gong Wuyou. He seed flustered seeing soone like her; one could only imagine how he’d react in her actual presence.
For Qing Teng, she used to like An Xiaofeng, but now with Gong Wuyou in the picture, it remains unclear how things will unfold between them.
"It’s not about fondness; it’s the sense of familiarity. I’ve been curious about where that feeling cos from and wanted to ask her," Gong Wuyou felt he must have seen Qing Teng sowhere before but couldn’t recall when. This feeling had been eating at him, leaving him restless for answers.
"Don’t you recall ntioning sothing like this back in Zhongzhai? Hasn’t it co back to you after all these years?" Even Chu Molin couldn’t figure it out. He thought with Gong Wuyou’s sharp mind, it shouldn’t be such a mystery.
"No, it hasn’t," Gong Wuyou shook his head. Had he rembered, it wouldn’t have troubled him for so long. So things are truly hard to let go, like this matter involving Qing Teng; unless he resolves it, he won’t find peace.
"Could it be a misunderstanding? If you’d t her before, you should recognize her. The fact that you don’t have any recollection suggests you might not have known her," Chu Molin reckoned if Gong Wuyou’s mory was as precise as it seed, he would rember. Yet, with no hint of recognition, it seed unlikely they had t before.
"I really don’t know. I just have this feeling urging to get to the bottom of it, or I’ll regret it," Gong Wuyou’s inner feeling drove him to unravel the mystery. But Qing Teng never disclosed anything despite his inquiries, and he was clueless about where to start, knowing not even her real na. Qing Teng didn’t appear as simple as she seed, and that’s where his trouble lay.
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