Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“… Oh, Gu Qingjiu… Your name is Gu Qingjiu?”
Huo Yingcheng repeated Gu Qingjiu’s name. Just as he was thinking about which characters her name was, he saw Gu Qingjiu staring at him with a weird gaze. Her small face was terribly tensed and she had pursed her lips tightly as she got ready to leave once more.
Huo Yingcheng finally regained his senses. Wasn’t he being a little weird?
Even if he was the one who scared Gu Qingjiu yesterday, wasn’t stopping her several times and preventing her from leaving seemed like something a perverted uncle would do?
F*ck it!
He was only twenty-three today!
Huo Yingcheng cursed in his mind. When he saw Gu Qingjiu leaving this time, he didn’t stop her anymore.
He only thought that this young girl was calm and had a rather unique personality.
She didn’t look too old, but why was she so cold and indifferent like an older person would be?
This aura felt a little familiar even!
Just as Huo Yingcheng was thinking about it, a man whose appearance was enough to make others scream out loud, walked out from a small supermarket by the road.
His legs were long and he looked like he was about 180 centimeters tall. He was wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He was holding onto a limited-edition lighter from the Z-brand in his hand. His handsome eyebrows were furrowed together, as he exuded a distant aura that made people respect him and stay away. After he came out, his narrow eyes remained on Gu Qingjiu for a second.
“Since when did you like this type of girl?”
His voice was cool and thin but sounded as sweet and refreshing as spring water as well—like a pail of cold water had been poured over a person’s heart. It made others feel extremely refreshed and awake.
“What ‘this type of girl’?”
Huo Yingcheng immediately felt that He Niancheng [1. The male protagonist’s original name is Helian Niancheng, but he uses He Niancheng in public and in the military.] was slandering him. “Major-general, we can eat anything, but we cannot speak anyhow. With you being like this, it will be very hard for me once I return to Beijing.”
With a cold laugh, He Niancheng pulled the door open and got back onto the car as his slender fingers played with the pretty silver lighter. Seeing that he went in with a lighter and came back out with only that same lighter, Huo Yingcheng instantly gloated, “Why? You didn’t manage to buy it?”
“This is such a rural and small city. They have too little things.”
At the mention of this, the aura around He Niancheng became even colder and stronger. “Exactly when will we be able to get in?”
“I don’t know either!” Huo Yingcheng was also a little angered as he replied, “That a**hole, He Site said that he would be able to get it settled with the Hua Nation latest by this morning, but I have yet to receive any calls. He’s not answering my calls either!”
He Niancheng was speechless.
He Niancheng didn’t speak as he merely played with the lighter quickly. Seeing this, Huo Yingcheng asked, “You don’t smoke, so why are you always playing with a lighter?”
If he used Hua Nation’s words, was he trying to act cool?
He Niancheng didn’t even lookup. The aura around him turned darker and colder as he simply replied, “You’re too talkative.”
Huo Yingcheng shivered as a chill ran up his back, choosing to shut up in obedience.
Gu Qingjiu returned home. She didn’t take what happened on her way back to the heart. After staying at home for two days by sticking by Qi Yuefeng’s side the entire time, Gu Qingjiu woke up early in the morning on the 1st. She got everything ready and chose to wear a simple pair of jeans and a sweater instead of her school uniform before she went to school.
The December weather was extremely chilling.
The streets were still bare of pedestrians as a rare fog lingered in the air. It was the type of fog that prevented people from seeing others clearly once they were a few meters away.
The moment Gu Qingjiu arrived at school, she saw an attention-catching military-only truck parked in front of the school.
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