CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 90: HERE TO PICK YOU UP (PART 3)

Though only three hours apart, standing here again now, his state of mind was entirely different.

The deserted street, with closed shops and neatly lined streetlights, cast its glow on the chilly road.

He wore a gray-blue woolen coat, without a hat or mask, leaning against the car door, eyes lowered. His distinct and sharp features were faintly visible, delicate, handsome, and calm.

Perhaps having heard the footsteps early on, Xiang Qichen lifted his gaze with a sense of awareness: "You’re here."

Zhou Huaiyi felt like she was dreaming, she incredulously walked forward, stood in front of him, swallowed, and slowly spoke: "Why... are you... here..."

He stood up straight, and the height difference instantly widened: "I saw you didn’t reply on WeChat, so I was worried."

Her heart was racing, pounding so hard that her ears rang.

If it wasn’t Xiang Qichen, sought after by everyone, standing here, she would almost suspect...

He liked her.

"I’m fine."

After a long while, she said.

"Hmm." He lowered his eyes to look at her and softly asked again, "Were you crying?"

Zhou Huaiyi’s gaze wandered for a moment, subconsciously raising her hand to cover her red, swollen eyes, avoiding his eyes, and said: "...The wind."

Xiang Qichen: "Hmm."

Xiang Qichen: "Come with me tomorrow then."

Zhou Huaiyi: "...Oh."

The air suddenly fell silent, neither of them saying a word.

Zhou Huaiyi craned her neck to glance at the car behind him, surprised.

It wasn’t a G63 or a Passat, but a classy and elegant Cayenne.

"Where did you come from?" Zhou Huaiyi asked curiously.

"X City," he followed her gaze to the Cayenne and suddenly said, "Your idol’s car."

Zhou Huaiyi: "???"

Idol?

"Fu... Fu Weiheng?" Zhou Huaiyi was startled.

Xiang Qichen nodded: "There’s a private banquet in X City tomorrow night, and he’s attending."

Zhou Huaiyi: "Did you come alone?"

Xiang Qichen: "Yes."

Zhou Huaiyi: "You haven’t slept all night?"

Xiang Qichen: "No sleep."

Zhou Huaiyi: "..."

It wasn’t appropriate to let him sleep at her home, with such a big star, her parents would surely flip out. Booking a hotel was even trickier...

So Zhou Huaiyi hurriedly went upstairs to grab a cotton coat and came down to join him in the car for a nap.

When she woke up again, it was daylight, and there were occasional vehicles and pedestrians on the street. Sunlight streamed through the windshield into the car, so bright it was hard to adjust.

Zhou Huaiyi squinted for a moment, glanced at her watch.

Seven fifty.

She turned her head to see, Xiang Qichen was still asleep, the coat hood covering his face, shielding him from the light.

Zhou Huaiyi stifled a yawn with her hand, quietly opened the car door, and gently closed it.

Before leaving, she paused at the door, fearing the sound might wake Xiang Qichen.

After confirming she hadn’t disturbed him, Zhou Huaiyi quickly ran into the alley at the back of her house and softly opened the door to go upstairs.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou wasn’t up yet.

Then, Zhou Huaiyi hurriedly changed clothes, brushed her teeth, washed her face, packed her luggage, and grabbed a baseball cap and a mask.

After doing all this and going downstairs, Mrs. Zhou was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Seeing her rushing down with bags in her hands, she quickly turned off the stove making pancakes, wiped her hands while walking over: "Where are you going, so early?"

Zhou Huaiyi, feeling a bit guilty, her voice wavered slightly: "My internship place has something urgent, so they asked me to go over early, they’re sending someone to pick me up."

Mrs. Zhou skeptically furrowed her brows at her, then glanced at her watch, and after a moment said: "It’s not even nine yet, your workplace is pretty diligent."

Seeing her mom let go of doubts, Zhou Huaiyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, agreeing: "Yeah... You know, film crews are always up early and working late."

Mrs. Zhou turned back into the kitchen to turn the stove back on: "Then have breakfast before you go, don’t starve yourself."

Zhou Huaiyi mumbled a response, her eyes catching sight of several boiled eggs on the table, and she swiftly tucked them into her pocket, walking down the stairs pretending to be in a hurry: "I’ll just take the eggs, my colleague is waiting for me, I’m off now. Mom, please tell Dad I’ll be back before the Lunar New Year’s Eve!"

Her voice gradually faded, and before Mrs. Zhou could get a word in, the loud sound of the door slamming shut echoed abruptly.