Gu Zixuan’s gaze rippled slightly, looking at Feng Chengjin with light in her eyes. The sudden stillness made Feng Chengjin cast his eyes on Gu Zixuan’s face. This feeling was too strange, playful yet deep, intense yet tranquil, much like a sentiment lingering at the bottom of Gu Zixuan’s heart, a feeling that no matter what, she wanted to hold on for a little longer. Her gaze deepened again, and a sentence was on the tip of her tongue, have I met you before? However, before Gu Zixuan could ask, Feng Chengjin’s phone rang. Read full story at novel_fіre.net Tilting his head, Feng Chengjin glanced at the phone, smiled at Gu Zixuan, and sat back in his original seat. Leaning against the white velvet cushion, Feng Chengjin picked up the phone. Upon hearing the voice on the other end, Feng Chengjin smiled, "Qin Nuo?" "Yes, President, are you free now? I’d like to report the itinerary in Germany to you." "Yes, go ahead." Feng Chengjin rubbed his brow and began listening. After about a minute, it seemed he wanted to go to the bathroom again, so he turned and went to the bathroom. Closing the blue and white pear wood door. Sealing off too many sounds. Gu Zixuan came back from her thoughts, feeling crazed for the idea that suddenly burst into her mind earlier. This wasn’t the first time she had felt ; kissing Feng Chengjin, hugging him, even sleeping together would often give her this kind of illusion. But she always assumed it was because she liked him too much, so her emotions and feelings leaned towards him. Could an ambiguous feeling be similar, and could expressions of character also seem alike? Gu Zixuan’s heart was heavily shaken... Looking at the bathroom door, but unable to be certain. After all, whether it was the He Qimo of eight years later, or the Feng Chengjin she met again eight years later, their personalities were still somewhat different from the person in her memory... That person was like sunshine, Feng Chengjin was very similar, yet not alike, he had a bit more... an unfathomable depth that couldn’t be expressed. Gu Zixuan was deep in thought until the sound of the door being scratched came from the entrance, accompanied by the urgent apology of a servant, "demon..." Demon sniffed the air and wagged its tail as it ran inside from outside the door. The servant saw Gu Zixuan’s cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment, "Miss Gu, we were just changing his collar, didn’t expect..." "It’s okay, let it come in." With work every day, she barely had time to accompany Demon. Facing the excited Demon who jumped onto the bed and into her arms, Gu Zixuan embraced it warmly, letting Demon rub its head against her neck, smiling gently. Seeing that Gu Zixuan didn’t mind, the servant smiled and nodded, then walked out. Gu Zixuan played with Demon, but couldn’t withstand Demon’s lively curiosity about this room it seldom entered. Sniffing here and there, bouncing happily. In no time, Demon seemed to have sniffed a familiar scent, or perhaps it was just pure puppy curiosity. Its paws were digging at a drawer. Curious, Gu Zixuan followed along and opened it. In that instant, all previous thoughts about whether she had met Feng Chengjin before vanished. Staring wide-eyed, Gu Zixuan’s expression froze midair. Because, lying there quietly was a rose gold iPhone 6s, and what shocked Gu Zixuan even more, was that upon opening it, she found... all the app applications and photos inside were exactly the same as the phone she was currently using... Gu Zixuan was in shock and depression in the bedroom. In the bathroom, Feng Chengjin listened to Qin Nuo’s report and couldn’t help but smile deeply, "These people, really..." He thought, with Ding Hui there, they would come up with a very suitable reason, but who would have thought... Feng Chengjin chuckled, Qin Nuo’s voice becoming even more cheerful, "So, there’s no need for you to worry about the matters in Germany, President. Mr. Song is very understanding and even suggested that once you return to the country, you should bring people to Beijing to have a look." Seeing that Mr. Song had spoken so, Feng Chengjin could only smile and say, "Send my regards to Mr. Song for me." Greeting Qin Nuo’s more cheerful laughter, "Alright." The two hung up the phone. Ensconced beside the sink, Feng Chengjin stood with his long legs crossed, smiling and shaking his head. In Germany Munich, Qin Nuo ended the call and returned to a quiet residence. Inside the residence, a game of Chinese mahjong was in full swing, accompanying Mr. Song were Ding Hui, Yun Fan, and Ambassador Ou from China’s diplomatic circle in Germany. Seeing Ding Hui come in, Mr. Song smiled and raised his eyes, "Finished reporting to Chengjin?" "Yes." Caught, Qin Nuo smiled and nodded slightly embarrassed. Mr. Song didn’t mind and smiled generously, "Oh, reporting is reporting, it’s nothing. Your President Feng has truly reached an age where he should find a wife. Honestly, if he doesn’t return to the country this time and stays with me for another week, I would really wonder how such a young and vigorous person manages to live." Beside him, Ding Hui and Yun Fan both smiled, eyes curved. Ding Hui’s smile was typically graceful and reserved. Yun Fan, however, was mischievous, watching the cards Mr. Song laid out while teasingly playing mahjong, saying, "Mr. Song is truly understanding, surely that’s our President Feng’s fortune." "Fortunate or not, I don’t know." Following Yun Fan’s winning move, Mr. Song happily overturned the tiles, "Won!" At the same time, he said, "I only know that if this woman runs away, Feng Chengjin might put me, an old man, as his top hate target? Even revolutions need productivity, and marriage isn’t something you do every day. You should fight for it when needed, work hard for it." Mr. Song’s conversation was broad and grand. Yun Fan and Ding Hui admired him, and their eyes twinkled with deeper laughter. At this moment, they accompanied him more diligently. Only Ambassador Chen Diao, hearing that the lady’s last name was Gu, remembered something when another person mentioned it when casually chatting in Germany. Chen Diao wanted to ask Mr. Song if she was the daughter of Gu Qingfeng from Rong City, but he never got the chance to speak. He just suppressed his thoughts about the complexity of Feng Chengjin as a man... adding a strange curiosity. Feng Chengjin hung up on Qin Nuo and immediately dialed Yang Yue’s number. "Arrange your schedule, accompany me to Beijing before New Year’s." Yang Yue knew what was up immediately upon hearing this, chuckling continuously, he said, "Are you going to personally take Miss Gu to Beijing to meet her family?" Feng Chengjin had never been teased by so many people since establishing the company till today. He understood why Gu Zixuan always came back from work with a blushing face, so he curled his lips and said, "Why so much nonsense?" The low laughter was quite elegant, and Yang Yue laughed even more, agreeing, he said, "Ah, I originally planned to travel to Spain, but ever since you found Miss Gu, our range of activities has gone from international to local surroundings..." Feng Chengjin was both amused and slightly annoyed, muttering a few words, and then finished the conversation, hanging up the phone. He washed his hands, washed his face, and grabbed his hair with some water along the way. To be honest, Feng Chengjin looked at the mirror and saw his wrinkled face, realizing he was no longer young, especially when thinking of the 8-year gap between himself and Zixuan... An old husband and young wife? He teased himself, positioning himself before heading out. But the moment he pushed open the door, he realized the atmosphere wasn’t quite right. Because Gu Zixuan was quietly sitting on the bed, holding the demon and looking at him. The action itself was nothing, although he didn’t quite like how the demon was snuggling against Gu Zixuan’s chest... he found it a little displeasing. He just noticed... the two cellphones neatly placed on the blanket in front of Gu Zixuan. Feng Chengjin was stunned, his body stiff. Gu Zixuan’s heart was almost bursting with anger. Especially when thinking about why she inexplicably stayed at Brother Yu’s house, why the phone appeared there, got tracked by He Qimo, almost got forcibly taken. In the end, getting hurt and hospitalized, with Brother Yu getting scolded. Gu Zixuan pursed her lips, "Is this the Star Shifting Technique you learned from Murong Fu?" "..." Feng Chengjin didn’t know how to respond. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he were a husband about to confess his wrongdoings and kneel down to his wife, having no status or rights... Especially since Gu Zixuan’s joking tone made it even harder to continue the conversation... He touched his nose, stepped forward, and smiled gently, "I just couldn’t bear to throw it away." "Do you think I’ll believe that?" Gu Zixuan’s heart boiled with even more fury. Especially seeing Feng Chengjin trying to soften it with a gentle approach, trying to muddle through. Feng Chengjin naturally knew that if Gu Zixuan believed him, there would be a problem with her intelligence. Feng Chengjin couldn’t speak, and Gu Zixuan was thoroughly enraged, "You almost got me raped, okay?" Gu Zixuan was angry, and Feng Chengjin was stunned by this unknown fact. Gu Zixuan was frustrated, pushed the demon away, got off the bed by herself, and walked out harshly saying, "From today, you and the demon can sleep together." So infuriating... can’t you use normal means to pursue a woman? Setting someone up? Gu Zixuan really didn’t know how many bad things Feng Chengjin had done behind her back, his inherent childish and mischievous nature, if unchecked, how often would she be manipulated openly and secretly in the future? Gu Zixuan left in anger, closed the door, and opened the door of the next bedroom, letting Feng Chengjin quickly judge that she was angry, but not to the point of really wanting nothing to do with him. But, He Qimo actually wanted to rape her? For her hospitalization, he always thought it was just because she was manhandled too much... Feng Chengjin squinted his eyes. But half a minute later, looking at the demon in front of him, wagging and jumping excitedly. He recalled a more terrifying statement. Sleep with the demon? He rushed back home in such a hurry, dealing with an unreliable nephew, holding back frustration like never before with a major headache. And she actually expected him at the age of thirty-four to go back to being single like eight years ago? Eating meat for a few days and then going back to being a single dog?