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Season 4

Episode 70

(If You Deny, I Will Trust You (10)

After changing his shoes and walking out of the house, Gu Yusheng stood on the stairs. He seemed to be captivated by the flowers all over the garden in the backyard.

He thought of the beautiful scene he had imagined for the previous afternoon: fireworks, lights, and the original singer of the “The End,” the song she liked.

He was really falling in love, so he had to be careful.

Gu Yusheng’s nose began to run a bit. He hurriedly took his eyes off the backyard and walked quickly to his car, pulling the door open and sitting inside.

He seemed to be afraid of something. Quickly starting the car, he turned on the car to drive away from the villa.

The cars on the road came and went, making a particularly crowded scene.

Gu Yusheng didn’t want to go to the company, and he didn’t want to go find his friend. Driving through the traffic, he drove for half an hour, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Finally, he stopped at the door to the Four Seasons Hotel.

He got out of the car and threw the car keys to the doorman, then he took the elevator and went to the suite on the top floor where he had once lived.

He pulled the curtains closed, turned off the lights, and made the room totally dark. Then he fell on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and went to sleep.

Qin Zhi’ai didn’t know how long she had been lying in bed. She seemed like she was asleep, yet she wasn’t. From time to time, she could hear the sound of birds outside the window, the noise of the dog next door, and a whistle from a distant place.

During that period, she wanted to turn over, but her whole body seemed to have broken. She was in so much pain that it was like she had been hit by a car. In the end, she could only give up and stay in her initial position.

In the midst of this, Qin Zhi’ai heard a series of chiming sounds from the clock downstairs. It rang ten times, then eleven. She slowly opened her eyes.

There was no light in the room. It was dark.

She turned her head and looked out the window. There was a dark light in the yard that reflected through the window into the room.

It’s already midnight…

She didn’t feel hungry even though she hadn’t eaten for a whole day. She just felt a little thirsty.

She struggled to get up from the bed, staggering to go downstairs.

The housekeeper’s husband had passed away two years earlier, and that day was the anniversary of her husband’s death, so she had returned to her hometown.

It was only her in the villa, which was quiet and empty. When she walked, her footsteps echoed in the whole room.

The dining room was a mess. When Gu Yusheng had kicked the table, he had flipped over the vase that had been on it, and the water had spilled all over the table. The bunch of flowers that she had picked in the garden the night before had withered and scattered on the table because of the lack of water.

After drinking a glass of water, Qin Zhi’ai pushed the table back to its original place with her tired body. Then she picked up the withered flowers, threw them into the trash, took out a rag and wiped the table clean, then looked at the refrigerator. Pausing for a moment, she moved forward, opened it, and took out all the food she had made the previous night from the refrigerator and dumped it into the trash can. After, she washed the plates and put them back in the cupboards.

When the dining room and the kitchen were restored to their original shape, Qin Zhi’ai took the garbage bag and walked out of the villa. She threw the garbage into the trash can, then returned to her room upstairs.

She had simply cleaned for a while, but Qin Zhi’ai felt like she had used up all her energy. Falling on the bed, she began to lie there without moving.

At the same time, in the Jiang Family, Jiang Qianqian had just taken a shower. When she had just come out of the bathroom, she heard a series of WeChat reminders from her cell phone, which was on the bed.

Jiang Qianqian frowned, dropped the towel that was in her hand, and went to the bed to pick up her phone.


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